Page 27 of Serena
“What the hell, Ian!” she yells, trying to seem upset, but I see the laugh she’s attempting to hold back. She splashes me with water, and I lunge for her. She shrieks, and I can’t help but laugh. I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard. I reach for her, and she comes to me. We’re deep enough that she needs to use me as a life raft. Serena surprises me by wrapping her arms around my neck and then pulls closer to me by wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s hanging on to me like a koala bear. I coil my arms around her curvy figure, and we just stand there, surrounded by water, the waves rocking us.
My eyes drop to her lips; I can’t take this anymore, so I lean in. My lips crush into hers, and they are divine. She doesn’t fight the kiss or me, so I deepen it, and she opens for me. If this is what heaven feels like, I’ll gladly die. A whimper escapes her lips, and I take it as an invitation to continue my assault on them. I bite and tug her lower lip, and her reaction is feral. She starts to grind her pussy on my stomach, and I'm two seconds away from coming.
Pulling back to look at her, I see the lust and need in her eyes, reflecting mine. “Hermosa, if you don’t stop grinding your pussy on me, I’m going to fuck you here. Which I don’t mind, but the first time you take my cock, I want it in my bed, where I can worship all of you. I wouldn’t want to stop fucking you just to kill those men watching us.” Motioning my head to the not-so-private beach, she looks past me and sees a group of men walking along the beach.
“I’m not ready to unpack that whole statement, but can we at least stay like this for a while?”
“Of course, Hermosa.” She lays her cheek on my shoulder.
The rest of the afternoon is spent on the beach. She’s reading the murder mystery book she brought with her, and I’m just herewatching her. Lying on her stomach with her hair to the side, I can see her back. There are a dozen scars scattered all over it. They’re jagged, and they seem to have healed well, but I know for certain they aren’t the result of a knife. As if she can feel my eyes on her, she shifts position.
“I made dinner reservations.” I interrupt her reading.
“Oh, that’s very presumptuous of you. Thinking I’ll have dinner with you.”
“It’s only dinner.” I’m trying not to show my excitement at having her spend more time with me.
“Okay, just to be clear, it’s not a date.”
Oh, no to a date, but yes to the make-out session in the ocean? I don’t say that out loud.
I want Serena to relax.I made dinner reservations at the restaurant where her favorite bartender works. I could have taken her somewhere with a Michelin star, but Serena just wants to enjoy the simple things. I know I made the right decision when she looks at me with a bright smile. Which I've come to know are rare.
“Welcome back!” Ruby yells from behind the bar. Serena makes her way over to hug her new friend. Then we take a seat at the reserved table.
“So, you came back for the mojitos?” Ruby winks at her.
“This was Mr. Kayde’s idea, which I'm super excited about. I’m so happy I get to see you before I leave and, of course, have some more of your famous mojitos.” Serena smiles at her friend.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Then Ruby heads for the bar.
“Mr. Kayde?” I put my hand on her thigh and squeeze it. “Was I Mr. Kayde when my tongue was down your throat?” And I see the moment she thinks back to the kiss, shifting in her seat.
“I panicked. To be honest, this is new to me. I know this isn’t a date, but I-I don’t know. I don’t date, and I don’t go to dinner with my bosses.”
“Well, you aren’t going to date anyone else—ever.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I got the message after the dozen times you mentioned it on our way here, but we aren’t dating, and you can’t dictate my life.”
Then I lean and whisper in her ear, “That’s what you think, and if you call me Mr. Kayde again, I will bend you over the table and smack that tempting round ass of yours.” The moment is interrupted by Ruby’s return.
“So, Serena, here are the bottles. Care to do the honors?”
I look as Serena opens the bottles that Ruby puts in front of her. There’s a breath of relief every time the bottle cap clicks open. Ruby stands in front of us, mixing all the ingredients, this time adding pomegranate.
“Here, try this one. I think you’ll like it.”
Serena takes the drink and puts it to her mouth; a small moan escapes as she gives her approval. My dick twitches at the sound. I take the drink from her and taste it.
“How much alcohol do you put in this? Half the bottle?” The girls laugh. “You should work at my cousin’s bar.” I try not to cough.
“He is quite the charmer, so you gotta watch out for him,” Serena says between her laughing. I squeeze her knee again. This time, she yelps, and Ruby just smiles at us. She walks away, but not before giving us a wink.
“So, you think Caleb is charming?” I can’t help the jealous tone.
Rolling her eyes. “Yes, he is. And it seems to run in the family.”
“Oh, so you thinkI’mcharming?”
