6. Jake
Six
Jake
The next morning, I wake early, my sleep disrupted with dreams of Taylor in that tiny bikini I bought her to wear. Unsurprisingly, I’m hugely aroused, horny as hell and wishing she were lying here next to me.
Sliding a hand beneath the sheet, I circle my fingers around my hard cock, giving it a gentle tug as my mind replays the image of Taylor in her bikini, leaning back as she washed the saltwater off her body under the shower at the beach.
Groaning, I close my eyes as I slowly start to work my grip up and down my shaft, trying to imagine it’s Taylor’s hand, or better yet, her mouth. God, just watching her yesterday, her body covered in nothing more than a few scraps of fabric, her skin wet and glistening in the sun.
“Fuck,” I moan, tugging a little harder.
I’d already been so wound up from the surfing. When she blew me off after we came back to the hotel, I figured a hard run and then a session in the shower with some soap and my hand was definitely on the cards.
But fuck me if that hadn’t all been blown to shit when I walked into the gym and saw her beautifully tight arse pounding away on the treadmill.
I up the tempo with my hand, gripping my cock a little harder as my breathing starts to get more ragged, my mind now picturing her here, straddling me as she sits on my cock and rides me until…
The ring of the phone cuts through the room.
I freeze as though I’ve been busted doing something I shouldn’t be doing. But when I open my eyes, I chuckle, realizing I’m unfortunately still alone. I contemplate answering, but then the ringing abruptly stops.
Closing my eyes again, I go back to jerking off to memories of yesterday, this time of Taylor pulling off her tank top in the gym and running full pelt on the treadmill, her beautiful tits bouncing up and down in that tiny sports bra.
I feel my balls tighten as my cock gets even harder, my thumb circling over the head before moving down the shaft to…
The phone rings out again and I let out a loud curse, my eyes flying open as I reach for the receiver. “What?”
A laugh falls through the phone, sending a shiver straight down my spine to my cock, which instantly gets harder.
“Not a morning person?”
I smile, stroking my shaft again as I say, “Depends on who I’m waking up to.”
“Hmmm,” Taylor says. “Do I take your frustrated greeting to mean you’re waking up alone this morning?”
I chuckle. “I am,” I confirm. “Although we can always change that,” I add, hand still curled around my cock and stroking slowly. “I’m still in bed, but…”
I hear her exhale down the phone, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s picturing me in bed right now, wondering what I’m wearing – nothing, Taylor , or doing - stroking my cock and wishing you were here, Taylor .
“You’re welcome to come join me,” I add, my voice low. Taylor says nothing, the sound of her breathing the only response I get. “What are you doing?” I murmur.
“I’m…” she stops, clears her throat. “I’m wondering where to meet you this morning.”
A grin tugs at my mouth. “Like I said, you can come to my room,” I suggest as I continue to stroke myself, ignoring the thought that this is kind of pervy given she has no idea what I’m doing right now as I talk to her.
She lets out another deep breath, as though she’s contemplating my suggestion. “Maybe that would be a bad idea,” she eventually says, her words low and breathy and sexy as hell.
“Maybe?”
“Yeah,” she breathes out. “Maybe.”
I groan into the phone, half in frustration, half because the sound of her voice in my ear as I stroke my cock is a huge fucking turn on. “Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll meet you out front of the hotel.”
“Okay.”
“And Taylor?” I add, smiling. “You should know I sleep naked,” I murmur. “And right now, I’m really, really…”
I trail off, not finishing my sentence as I hang up the phone before she can say anything, closing my eyes as I take myself back to the beach yesterday, moving my hand up and down my cock until I finish what I started.
I get downstairs before Taylor does and grab us two coffees from the barista in the hotel café while I wait. When she finally comes down, I actually feel my heart skip a beat at the sight of her. She’s dressed in tiny black shorts and a red tank top, a pair of sunglasses on her head and her long blond hair hanging loose around her shoulders.
“Morning,” she says, smiling shyly.
“Morning,” I say, grinning as I hand her a coffee. “Sleep well?”
Taylor shrugs. “Yeah, you?”
I run a hand through my hair. “Yes and no,” I say, chuckling a little. “Shall we?”
Taylor nods and I turn and open the waiting cab door for her. “Where are we going?” she asks as she climbs in.
I slide in behind her. “Always with the questions,” I reply. “Just trust me, Taylor,” I add, reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ear. Goosebumps spring up on her skin, and I can’t help but run my fingers down her arm, my eyes following the trail of bumps they leave behind.
“How…” she pauses, swallows before continuing. “How are the knees?”
I grin, glancing down at them. “I’ll live,” I tell her. “This isn’t the worst injury I’ve gotten trying to impress a woman.”
Taylor’s eyebrows shoot up as she raises her sunglasses to her head so her eyes meet mine. “Oh, what else have you done? Do tell.”
I chuckle, reaching over to pat her leg. “Not sure that’s a yes or no type of question, Captain.”
She groans. “God, has anyone ever told you you’re a pain in the ass?”
“I’m not sure that’s the exact wording they used,” I reply with a wink. “But in any case, that kind of confession might require something of equal value in return.”
Taylor narrows her brows at me, contemplating what I’ve just said before looking away. I leave my hand resting on her thigh, the warmth of her skin sending jolts of electricity up my arm and straight to my dick.
It’s turning me on just having my hand on her like this. I should move it, but I don’t. I leave it there for the whole ride.
After we pick up my car again, we jump in, put the top down, and then head north, crossing the bridge and driving up to Newport. We don’t talk much along the way, both of us just enjoying another sunny summer’s day. I take the long route, sticking to the coast road both to show Taylor the scenery and maximize the time she has to spend with me. Eventually, I pull into The Newport, a restaurant overlooking Newport Bay.
“Wow,” Taylor murmurs as she gets out of the car. “This is beautiful.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “I’ve always loved it up here.”
We head into the restaurant and grab a table out on the balcony. It’s quiet because it’s a weekday and most people are at work. After we’ve ordered, I fold my arms, leaning them on the table as I look across at Taylor.
“So, tell me when you got divorced.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “That’s not really a yes or no question now, is it?”
I smirk at her. “New day, new rules.”
“Is that so?”
I nod. “Yep.”
“Which are?” she asks, waving a hand in question.
I pause as the waiter brings our breakfast to the table, my eyes never leaving Taylor. When he’s gone, I reply, “Free rein. Everything’s on the table.”
I watch as she swallows hard, mulling over my proposition. “Everything?” she reluctantly asks, a nervousness apparent in her tone.
I grin. “Everything.”
Taylor nods as she reaches for her coffee. “Okay, two years ago.”
“Why?”
She shakes her head, a sly smile tugging at her mouth. “My turn,” she replies. “What were you doing when I called you this morning? Why were you so grumpy?”
I burst out laughing. I thought for sure she’d ask about the other injury I’d gotten. “Jesus, that’s an easy one,” I tell her. “I was jerking off.”
Taylor flushes and it’s fucking adorable. I can’t resist leaning over and grabbing her hand, lifting it to my mouth and gently biting her knuckles. “Why do you think I asked you to come join me?” I whisper. “It’s so much more fun when two people are involved.” She shakes her head as she pulls her hand from my grip, but I smile. “Tell me why you got divorced.”
She exhales, long and low. I watch as she takes a bite of toast, chewing slowly before she looks across at me and says, “He cheated.”
“Was he a pilot? That guy from the airport?”
“Yeah, he was,” she replies. “But it wasn’t Dean,” she adds. “Not him.”
“Well, I’m sorry that happened.”
Taylor shrugs. “It is what it is,” she says.
“Maybe, but it still hurts.”
She looks over at me now, her eyes searching my face. “You’ve been cheated on?”
“I have,” I tell her.
She nods, surprising me when she doesn’t ask for details. “I kinda went crazy after we split,” she admits instead, staring down at her plate as she pushes her food around. “A lot of one-night stands and random hook ups.”
I nod, even though she isn’t looking at me, remembering the comment that flight attendant made last night when she saw Taylor and me together.
“Didn’t really make me feel any better though,” she adds.
I reach for her hand again, threading my fingers through hers as my thumb brushes her knuckles. “Sometimes it’s good to let off a bit of steam,” I tell her. “It doesn’t always have to mean something.”
She shrugs, staring at our joined hands. “Maybe not,” she admits. “But it did make me realize that it wasn’t what I wanted. It’s different for women, always has been.”
I swallow hard as I take in the full meaning of her words. I’d heard the rumors about Taylor long before I joined Crescent Airways. Despite her position as a captain, she was known for being fun and carefree, the kind of woman who was totally open to putting the lay in layover.
And while I absolutely didn’t have a problem with living like that, it wasn’t what had attracted me to her the first day I’d met her. Instead, it had been her intelligence and her beauty, her strength and the way she wasn’t afraid to hand me my arse when I’d shown up late and been a total smart arse to her.
It was hot watching a woman with that much authority throw her weight around. It got me hard just thinking about it.
I tug on her hand so she looks up at me. “Yeah, I get that,” I tell her, not missing the surprised look she gives me.
After breakfast, we jump back in the car and head further up north to Avalon. I’d done a bit of searching last night after I got back from the gym and called in a few favors to try and make this work. I wasn’t even sure she was going to go for it, I only have two hours with her now that breakfast is over, so I’m banking on making it a good two hours in order to entice her to stay for longer.
“What now?” Taylor asks, glancing at her watch as though to remind me of the time limit.
I grin. “I know, only two hours, right?”
She smiles back at me. “It’s gonna take us two hours just to get back!”
I laugh. “Travel time isn’t included,” I point out.
“What? Is this some kind of new rule you just made up?”
I reach for her hand again, pulling it over so it’s resting on the gearstick with mine. “Maybe,” I admit. “But maybe you’ll just have such a good time with me you won’t worry about the rules.”
“Maybe.”
When I pull into the car park, I turn to Taylor. “You pack your swimsuit in that bag?”
She smiles, pulling the strap of her tank top off her shoulder. “Wearing it,” she replies, and I grin, getting out of the car and grabbing my backpack from the back. Taylor does the same before she asks, “What would you have done if I hadn’t?”
I laugh. “Skinny-dipped,” I tell her with a wink. “Now I’m just bummed you already have it on.”
Taylor shakes her head at me before walking around and meeting me at the front of the car. I grin at her as I sling an arm around her shoulders and lead her down the path to the beach.
When we reach a good spot, I watch as she looks around, her eyes taking in the pristine white sand, the blue waves and the point that stretches out into the ocean on our right.
“Those houses must have an amazing view,” she says, pointing toward the cliff top.
“Mmmm,” I say, dumping my bag and reaching for the sunscreen. I squeeze out a blob before throwing it to Taylor, watching as she strips off her clothes and starts to apply the lotion to her skin.
I don’t take my eyes off her the whole time.
When she’s done, she looks up at me, her eyes meeting mine before traveling slowly down my chest to my shorts. I make no attempt to hide what watching her put sunscreen on has done to me. Instead, I walk slowly toward her, putting my hand on her hip as I gently turn her around.
I take my time rubbing sunscreen into her back, my hands practically massaging it into her skin as I work my way from her neck down her shoulders to her lower back.
My fingers trail along the top of her bikini bottoms, itching to inch them down a little. The beach is deserted, not a person in sight, and it’s tempting as fuck to ask her to ditch the bathers and go skinny-dipping with me anyway.
Eventually, I have to concede I’m done, so stepping closer, my hips brushing against her arse, I put my mouth at her ear and say, “My turn.”
I turn around before she does, wait as I hear her squeeze out some sunscreen before her hands are on my back, working the lotion into my skin.
I actually groan out loud, my head falling back a little. “Fuck, who would’ve thought being sun safe could be such a turn-on,” I murmur, my eyes closed.
Suddenly, I feel her finger hook into the back of my shorts, my eyes flying open as I glance back at her. With a sly smile on her face, she pulls on the elastic of my shorts before letting it snap back against my skin.
“Race you in,” she says before taking off toward the water.
I immediately turn and run after her, reaching her just as the water washes over her ankles. Without thinking, I bend down, wrap my arms around her thighs and sling her over my shoulder.
“Hey!” she screams, her hands smacking against my back as I carry her further into the water. “Not fair!”
“Not fair?” I shout back, walking until we’re about waist-deep before slowly sliding her over my shoulder so her whole body slides against mine. When her feet hit the bottom, I keep my arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against me. “You’re the one who doesn’t play fair,” I whisper, my mouth only inches from hers.
Taylor stares up at me, her brown eyes wide and searching mine. I watch as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard. Sliding a hand across her lower back, up over her hip and arm, I gently tug at her lip, pulling it from her teeth.
“I’d like to bite this lip,” I murmur.
Our hips are pressed together, our chests so close, I can feel her breasts, her hardened nipples as they lightly brush against my skin. She has to be able to feel what this is doing to me. I’ve got a massive hard-on right now, and it’s pressed right against her.
“Maybe,” she breathes out, the word barely a whisper.
I grin. “Definitely,” I reply before letting her go, turning and diving under a wave.
We spend the next couple of hours in the surf, body surfing and catching waves into the shore while we talk and laugh. The conversation is light, mostly about our childhoods and how different they were, me growing up in the sunshine and surf of Sydney, and Taylor in the cold winters of Minnesota.
Afterward, we head back to the shore, spreading out our towels and lying down in the sun to dry off. I grab some water bottles from my bag, handing her one before putting my sunglasses on and checking the time on my phone.
“Guess my time’s up,” I say, lying on my stomach, propped up on my elbows.
Taylor mirrors my pose, glancing over at me as she says, “I think we both know you were always going to break that rule.”
I grin, nudging her shoulder with mine. “Yeah, but some rules are meant to be broken, aren’t they?”
A while later, we pack up our things, pulling on our clothes as we head back to the car. Throwing our bags in the back, Taylor looks across at me and says, “What now?”
I grin. “Another surprise,” I say, opening the car door.
I get back on the road and head north toward the town of Avalon, navigating my way to the local cinema. After I park, I put the top up on the car and get out, grabbing Taylor’s hand as we walk inside.
“A movie?” she asks, surprised.
I grin. “Not just any movie,” I tell her, pointing up at the list of movies showing above the counter.
I watch as she looks up at them, her eyes widening when she sees what’s on.
“How in the actual fuck is this on right now?” she asks, amazement in her voice.
I chuckle, squeezing her hand. “Fate?”
Taylor looks over at me, a brow cocked. “I seriously cannot believe it.”
Laughing, I confess, “You wouldn’t believe the things I had to do to make this happen. Come on,” I add, tugging her hand. “They even serve beer here.”
When we’re sitting in our seats, the cool darkness of a mostly empty cinema surrounding us, I hand Taylor a beer as she props a massive tub of popcorn between us.
Turning, I watch her face as the opening scene of The Fast & the Furious plays. Leaning over, my mouth brushing against her ear, I whisper, “Told you I’d won.”