Chapter 10 #3
I rubbed my hands down his firm chest and stomach, pausing when I got to the waistband of his boxers.
He reached down and pushed his boxers down low enough to expose himself.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him, circling his hand around mine, and we started stroking him together.
He let go of my hand, let out a soft moan, and then moved his hand toward my shorts.
He wasted no time reaching his hand into my shorts and between my legs.
We worked each other over with our hands until we were both panting.
Since it had been a while, it didn’t take long for me to fall apart at the touch of his hand.
He followed shortly after, finishing on my stomach.
I looked into his eyes, catching my breath from our early-morning exploration. He leaned down, kissed me on the forehead, and jumped out of bed to go to the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth to clean me up.
After he made his way back from the bathroom, he climbed back into bed and pulled me into the little spoon position.
He kissed the back of my head and said, “It’s still early. Go back to sleep.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was satiated, warm, and happy. I drifted off immediately in his arms.
We woke up to banging on our bedroom door.
It was either housekeeping or our siblings.
If it is our siblings, they are extremely late for our elaborate prank.
I heard the key card on the door and panicked, reaching for my pajama shirt and frantically buttoning it up.
The sounds of the chain catching the door reminded me they weren’t going to get very far.
“You good? I’ll go let them in,” Justin said. He stood up from bed and reached down to pull on his jeans as he walked toward the door.
Justin opened the door, and Cora came in hot, yelling, “Did we give you lovers enough alone time?”
“What are you talking about? We came here last night to lock you out and give you a taste of your own medicine.”
Cora laughed, “Whatever you say. We saw you guys ‘sneaking’ off last night. The word sneaking is not entirely appropriate. You guys were scream-laughing and creating quite the scene. We figured you had some sort of plans, so we left you alone.”
“Oh, so you did us a favor? Got it.”
“Did you…get it?”
I’m sure this question turned my face crimson. As I was about to respond, Justin grabbed Jeffrey’s arm and said, “Let’s go back to our room and get ready for our last day here.”
After they left, Cora plopped down on the bed with an evil grin on her face. “So, did you guys get anything accomplished last night?”
“Yes, we planned an elaborate prank and then drank everything in the minibar,” I groaned. “We fell asleep.”
“Ugh, Cass. Hot guy, in your bed, no interruptions. I can’t make these things any easier for you.”
“You're a great wingwoman, and your services are appreciated. Let’s not waste our last day in paradise in the room.”
Our last day in Mexico had a cloud of sadness hanging over it.
I was dreading returning to real life, cold weather, and my lonely apartment.
I could easily say this was the best vacation I had ever been on, and I did not want it to end.
It didn’t help that there were actual clouds hanging over us.
We spent the morning under umbrellas while it rained, wrapped up in towels.
The brothers had planned a fishing trip for most of the day, which was okay with us. We didn’t need to spend all of our time with them. I hadn’t had to make eye contact with Justin since our heavy-petting session and was wondering how he would respond if we ran into them again.
We ended up going up to our room to pack and take a nap, while it rained all afternoon.
We decided to go to our favorite restaurant at the resort for our last meal and took our time eating, drinking, and reminiscing about the best parts of our trip.
As we made our way out of the restaurant after our meal, I was stopped dead in my tracks when an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me toward them. Justin or kidnapper?
Justin. He smacked a kiss on my cheek, which was a surprising public display of affection. “Where are you guys headed?”
“We don’t have any plans. Probably just going back to our room to finish packing since we have a pretty early flight. How about you guys?”
“Since it won’t stop raining,” he groaned, “we were thinking of going and sitting in the jacuzzi tub on our balcony. We were wet and freezing on the fishing boat all day, so we’re going to be wet and warm this evening.
But being wet and warm with my brother doesn’t sound like the most appealing way to spend the evening, so I would love for you guys to join us. ”
I looked over at Cora. She shrugged and said, “Why not? We don’t have anything better to do.”
At this statement, Jeffrey rolled his eyes at her and said, “How flattering.”
“I’ve flattered you plenty, bud.”
Justin jumped in and said, “You guys go grab your swimsuits and then come to our room. We are going to figure out how to get some drinks back to the room because we cleaned out the minibar for our fishing trip this afternoon. We’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes.”
About thirty minutes later, we finally made our way to their room. Jeffrey answered the door and let us in.
“Justin is getting the jacuzzi ready. We got some drinks out on the balcony, including enough rum to make sure that we all miss our flights tomorrow.”
Our room didn’t have a jacuzzi tub on the balcony as theirs did, so we went to check it out. Cora and I stopped dead in our tracks when we saw their hot tub.
“So, are we on a rotating schedule for this thing? That hot tub is made for two small people, not four ordinary-sized people.”
Justin waved my concern away and said, “We’ll fit! It’s bigger than it looks. Come on in, and we’ll make you some drinks. The bartender filled this giant water bottle full of rum for us, and we got some mixers.”
Cora and I disrobed and climbed into the hot tub. It was definitely big enough for both of us, but still quite intimate.
Justin came over with a rum and Coke for both of us. I took one sip and blew the drink out all over the side of the hot tub.
“That is not rum; that’s tequila. That was disgusting.”
“It’s rum! We saw the bartender crack open a fresh bottle and fill up our water bottle with it! I swear!” Justin explained.
“Try it. It’s tequila. I swear.”
Justin brought the water bottle of clear liquid to his nose and took a whiff. “Oh shit.” He took a drink and grimaced. “Yeah, that’s definitely tequila. Tequila Cokes, anyone?”
Cass groaned. “Why is everything tequila here? I could be fine with never drinking a shot of tequila for the rest of my life.”
Justin shrugged and said, “It’s Mexico!”