Charitys passion, p.2
Charity's Passion, page 2
I wish you would do that now and make your point!
"But I have to admit, I'm completely off my game here," he continues.
The coffee will be done soon. I'm praying Justin gets this out fast; he has my curiosity bubbling over. I feel something big coming. Maybe I’ve been feeling it all morning.
"There's no reason to be nervous," my father tells him.
"No, I suppose not." Despite saying that, Justin clears his throat apprehensively again. "I love your daughter, Mr. Powers. I adore her and I know that this is no secret, but I have to say it. I never expected to meet someone like her, to care so much for someone besides myself, and I don't want to know a day without her for the rest of my life. I don't have any doubts. I can take care of her; I can make and keep her happy, and I want to do it right—I'm old fashioned that way."
My heart is suddenly beating too fast. This is not happening! I love it, I fucking want it, but I’m freaking the hell out.
"Please don't mention this to her until the time is right," he continues, "but I want to ask you for your permission to marry your daughter. I promise to give her a good life, Mr. Powers. I will take very good care of her and treat her like the angel she is—"
"Justin, son," my dad interrupts. His voice is strong but warm.
I've lost my breath. I can’t believe he's asked permission—we haven’t even talked about this. And what the fuck is my dad going to say? He must be beside himself right now.
"You don't have to plead your case, not to us,” Dad says. “I know I speak for my wife when I tell you that we would be honored to have you officially join our family. We already know and appreciate how good you are for our daughter. She’s never been so happy. The answer is yes—of course yes."
I can’t see him, but I'm sure Justin is smiling. And, holy fuck, I am holding in the tears.
"Thank you, Mr. Powers. I promise you I will keep her happy," Justin tells him, making my throat choke closed as the tears fill my eyes in spite of all my efforts.
"What's wrong?" Mom asks quickly when she reads my expression, her pretty face loaded with concern.
Shit!
I recover as quickly as I can. "Nothing," I tell her. I turn my face away so that she won’t see my tears and the flushing of my skin, the elation working to take me over. Holy fuck, I want this! "Nothing at all," I hear myself saying. "Is the coffee done?" I don't want any of them, especially Justin, to know that I heard.
"Just about," Mom answers. "Can you reach the cups for me Hon?"
While she isn't looking, I wipe my face dry. We get everything together and march back into the room with the boys, each of us carrying two cups. There is nothing quiet about my mother and this morning is no exception. They know we're coming long before we can see them, and their conversation has moved along safely.
I just want to throw my arms around Justin and start screaming yes into his ear. How the hell am I supposed to wait and pretend I don't know what he's planning? My flesh is alive, itching to press myself into him, and the damn corners of my mouth refuse to obey me—bastards!
Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck! This isn't fair. I shouldn't have heard him; I'm not sure I have it in me to hide something this big and important.
My father is struggling to maintain his composure too. If I wasn't looking for it I wouldn't see it, but right now it’s obvious. He's thrilled. He cannot wait for us to leave so that he can tell my mother. Holy shit—I wish I could be there to see that moment.
Just ask me now. The answer is yes goddammit!
I throw some hot coffee to the back of my throat as a distraction. I can do this, or at least I keep trying to tell myself that. With everything that I've been through—hiding my excitement should be easy.
"You okay?" Justin asks quietly.
Shit!
I don't want to ruin his plans, but I'm about to blow it; I need a distraction. "I'm fine," I reply, making it obvious that I'm lying. Then I grab his hand as if I need his support. He comforts me now that he sees I'm worried, and I know that he's thinking this is about Brian Marker. I'm getting too fucking good at this.
Justin leans closer. "I love you, babe. Don't worry about a thing," he whispers too quietly for anyone else to hear. "I'll never let anything happen to you."
He means that so deeply that I can feel it. His words spread through me like a warm drink, and the smile I give him is as genuine as I could ever produce.
Not long after the coffee is gone, Justin leads me into the guest room. "Bathing suit today," I tell him. "I want you mostly naked and oiled up."
His sexy laughter rolls through the room as he scoops me into his thick arms. The hot press of his lips to the right side of my neck makes my knees quiver.
"Do you really think Marker will come back now?" I ask softly, letting my eyes fall onto the fresh scar Marker left him on his neck that my parents and most of our friends believe came from a cyst he had removed. It looks so much whiter now that the sun is darkening the rest of his skin.
"Yes," he answers, now masking his concern behind a brave tone that insists I not think about it too much. I feel safe wrapped up in him, but I won’t be in his arms every moment. "I won’t let him get near you. I'll kill him long before he does."
Enough of this, I want to enjoy the day, and I've gotten control of myself now. I kiss his scar and push him away with a wide grin. “Get ready,” I demand.
WE'RE STOPPED AT A small shop along US1. Most of the cars passing are making their way further south destined for Key West. When they get to the end of Marathon in a few minutes, they'll hit the Seven Mile Bridge and I'm jealous. This time of the morning, on such a clear day with a sky almost as blue as the ocean; damn, it's going to be stunning for them. I’ve seen it before, but I don’t think you can see it too much.
Palm trees sway gently back and forth in the almost constant island breeze. Better than that, Justin's perfect ass is moving from side to side as he walks into the shop in front of me. Of course I'm smiling now. The only view I want is right here. I follow him into the shop with visions of my teeth sinking into him.
There's a deli in the back of the shop, which is why we stopped. We can get ice and drinks anywhere, but they make the best subs on the island right here, according to my parent's new neighbors anyway. They also tipped us off to the beach we're heading to, something just for the locals since vacationers could never find it.
"You wanna pick out our drinks?" I ask through a wide smile. "Mike's or Twisted Tea for me."
Justin grins at me and kisses my cheek before turning away. The awkward teenage boy working the deli counter takes my order and starts to work on it while I watch an older man getting coffee. He notices me and offers a polite smile as he snaps a lid onto the cup. It's a peaceful morning, quiet. Justin pulling a clinking six-pack of bottles from a refrigerator is the loudest sound over the air conditioner.
It feels like the kind of moment you have right before your day goes to shit.
A white Ford Super Duty pulls up right in front of the doors and parks, its engine revving as it stares ominously into the shop. My eyes were on it instantly and I see Justin is already watching too, his body solid and ready. One last rumble and then it softly falls asleep.
Two men climb out. Neither looks like a soldier; they look ready to go fishing, but Marker isn't exactly going to announce himself when he comes. It's going to be done with lies and deceit. He's going to come as a business man or a tourist—or a buddy going fishing. It’s going to be just like this, when we least expect it, when we don’t see it coming.
From my curled toes to the ends of my hair I'm stiff and coiled, ready to strike. I'm not worried about myself, but I will do anything to protect Justin and I know he's feeling exactly the same for me. They come in and head right for Justin while my pulse thumps and my hands ache for the gun I don't have with me.
This is how it ends, standing in a deli in our bathing suits?
Ignoring Justin, they open one of the glass doors next to him and the sounds of clinking bottles fills the area. Justin’s patience is impressive; he could have jumped at them already, gone for the kill before they made a move.
They close the door and excuse themselves as they step around him, very uninterested in him. Sometimes a couple guys going fishing is just a couple of guys going fishing, nothing more. Suddenly I’m more than grateful for his experience and calm nerves.
Justin is my life, but this is no way to live. I let myself uncoil and I see the same exhaustion in his face. Our entire relationship, all the love we have for each other, has been enveloped in turmoil. It's time for us to have some peace.
I want to marry this man. I’m going to marry him and get my happily ever after, and I’m going to kill whoever the fuck I have to until I get it.
The two men saunter to the counter by the register, in line behind the old man and his coffee. The old man is starting to look impatient, his wrinkled neck stretching while he searches the store for someone to come help him.
"I'll be right there," the kid making my sandwiches hollers. Apparently he's running the entire place right now and I’ve got him all tied up in the deli.
Justin comes to my side, his eyes apologizing yet again for putting us in this situation. One of his strong hand settles on my lower back where I can feel its heat seeping through my thin cover. I smile at him and lean closer while my heart finally slows back to normal.
"Soon, Warrior. This shit will be done soon and then you'll really have to be afraid."
"Why's that," I laugh.
He moves closer, his hips grinding against my ass enough that I can feel his large cock teasing me. "Because then I won't have anything to distract me from how much I love and lust you. You’re not going to be able to walk right."
"Promise?" I tease, touching his chin playfully.
Justin places a hand on my cheek and pulls my face toward his, tilting to one side so that his lips find my earlobe. “I promise,” he says before gently sucking the end of my ear into his mouth. It’s only for a moment but it’s as if his lips touch every single inch of me. After he releases my ear, he kisses my mouth quickly and pulls away with a smile. Of course, I’m feeling better now; we both are.
This little vacation was needed, for my parents and for us, but until this sick game with our lives is over, we really should stick closer to the team. We should be in a place where our backs are being watched. I can’t take many more of these moments when I’m freaking out over who’s walking in the door.
Thinking about the team and being home reminds me that I should check in with Trisha. This thing that isn’t even a thing yet with Garrett is driving her insane, and she’s very new to the whole going slow bit. I slip my phone out and text her, asking her how she is.
In the deli, the kid is finished with our sandwiches and heading around the counter to the cash register. The old man looks nearly out of his mind impatient at this point. His coffee is probably half gone already.
While we move to get in line, Trisha responds that she misses us and hopes we're having fun. "How's Garrett?" I ask, hoping that she hasn’t attacked him and physically damaged the man.
A moment later she responds, "Hot as ever. I can't believe I haven't jumped on him yet."
While we wait behind the two guys in line, I show Justin the text and he laughs. We're glad they’re still taking it slow—they need to. It's also funny as hell seeing them both so frustrated. They won’t last much longer before they explode into a mess of thrown clothes and sweat.
The fishing buddies pay and leave, and a few minutes later we are walking out with the items we came for. It feels a bit warmer already, a perfect day to be in the sand under some palm trees. I can’t wait to watch Justin pull his shirt over his head.
THE SUN IS SPARKLING off Justin's glistening body when I notice a pinch of sand stuck in the oily sunscreen spread over his arm, a few grains of white against his tanning skin. It's the perfect excuse to touch him as I brush him clean, my fingertips enjoying the firmness of his flesh. His muscles are endless. Lines of sweat run down the perfectness of his chest and ripples of his stomach, dripping around his sides. I'm totally staring at him like a giant Popsicle, wishing his bathing suit would fall off so that I can start licking him. He knows I'm doing it; he’d asked me to stop a little bit ago, but I'd laughed at him instead and that made him smile.
The slight breeze rolling across us is the only thing stopping us from completely melting in the heat as all the shadows grow long across the sand. Occasionally we can hear a car pass on the road behind the brush-covered dunes.
There haven't been too many people here all day. As promised, it's not one of the popular beaches; it's small and not easy to access. Now it's down to us and a small group of people around my parent's age that have been sharing a drink from a jug of something that looks suspiciously like margaritas. They've been funny as hell, but now their voices are carrying much louder and a couple of them look a little unsteady on their feet. I’m sure they won’t be staying much longer.
Pretty soon we’re going to be alone on a secluded beach. The tingle of my anticipation is everywhere, especially in the hot dampness between my legs where it feels more like a throbbing ache begging for satisfaction. I want his strong hands on me satisfying my hungry urges, and I’m sure he’s feeling it too. His beautiful green eyes have danced over me a few times and I saw the bulge in his bath suit twitch.
I love that he wants me like that.
Sex on a beach, such a cliché. Fuck it, I lost my virginity in the bed of a pickup truck—this is one cliché I could be proud of.
Justin smiles as if he can read my thoughts, which he probably can. He has something on his mind, I can see it in his beautiful face. "Let’s go for a swim," he orders. My inquisitive eyes question him. "I know you’re just waiting for them to leave,” he says, nodding at the others, “but we have some time before they go.” He stands up, his godlike body displayed right in front of my eyes. This is the man that I adore and that I now know I will marry soon, and my heart races. He takes my hand and lifts me to my feet on the warm sand. For an instant I curl my toes into it, enjoying the feeling before Justin begins to pull me down toward the water. While he walks barely in front of me I can see the muscles in his legs flexing and straining and I want to run my tongue along them.
Behind us the other group laughs loudly about something, their cackling sounding like sea birds. Justin continues on, ignoring them as if we are alone already.
The water is nice, not quite as warm as I'd expected, but still wonderful and refreshing. The natural beach is littered with little pebbles and some strings of seaweed. Justin's feet disappear under the surface with mine right behind. It strikes me that he looks just like a model with his gorgeous body silhouetting the water and the afternoon already turning yellow and orange reflections that appear as if they have been painted on. My flushed skin welcomes the cooling waves lapping at my knees and then my thighs as we move deeper. Justin finally releases my hand and he dives through the water, coming up cooled and wet, dripping from everywhere with my eyes taking him in. I follow his lead, dropping into the ocean and swimming to him.
“How do you look even hotter when you’re wet,” he asks seriously. “I came out here to calm myself down while we wait, and instead I want you even more.” His arms curl around me when he dips himself back into the water with me. “You are so beautiful; you make a day at the beach so mind-numbing that I’m practically insane for you right now.”
“Do you think it’s any easier for me?” I ask. “I’ve been fantasizing about you for hours. If those people don’t leave soon I’m going to kick them of the beach myself.”
Justin’s easy laugh rolls to my ear and vibrates my body while I’m cradled in his arms. Taking the advantage of my position, I kiss his strong neck, dancing my tongue along his skin, and reveling in the mix of sea salt and sweat. I move my tongue toward his ear and I can feel the throaty moan he’s trying to trap inside. Hands tighten on my flesh as we float together and I turn myself on him so his hands are free to roam over my body under water. His mouth finds mine as he slips his fingertips under my top, teasing my hardened nipple. The pads of his fingers glide along the tip of my breast and my thighs instantly react, tightening along with my clenching warrior parts. As always, he’s in control of my body, knowing exactly the reaction he’s causing. Justin’s fingers pinch my nipple and my loud moan is stifled by his searching tongue in my mouth.
I grab his chest and dig in, pressing into his muscle, squeezing it. My other hand moves under water down his body to his now fully hard cock, stroking it through his bathing suit. Justin pulls my legs around his waist so I am straddling him; his hands kneading my ass, my arms now around his neck as we kiss passionately. Suddenly the other people no longer matter. If they don’t leave soon, they might see much more than they want, or maybe exactly what they want, it doesn’t matter. All Justin and I care about at the moment is each other. One of his hands swings around my thigh, slipping under the edge of my bathing suit, finding my secret folds.
When his fingers grind into my clit, my body goes numb. I need him to hold on to me to keep me from drowning because I’m lost to the pleasure of his touch. My mouth tastes Justin’s ocean covered tongue while my hips thrust at him. In my hand I have a fistful of his wet hair. I don’t recall doing that at all, but he isn’t minding.
Finally I break his kiss. “I want you in me, Justin. I can’t wait. I want you in me right now.”
He looks behind me, checking on the group back at the beach and deciding on the situation.
“Don’t think about it,” I tell him. “They already know what we’re doing; they can’t see under the water.”
Justin lets me go for a minute, sliding his bathing suit down. I can see his hard manhood though the clear water and I’m taken by the excitement. As I yank my own bathing suit over to one side I throw my legs around him again. He grabs his cock and guides it to my opening. Several grunting thrusts later and he is in me. Justin turns my mouth back to his by grabbing my hair, his passionate lips creating a seal to mine, our salty tongues swirling around each other.
