30. Noche de San Juan
Noche de San Juan
Kelya
Ipicture him in the water just like me, sinking down, except…
his hands are bound, so he wouldn’t be able to swim like me—arms helicoptering around.
His swimming lesson comes back to me. Someone who doesn’t know how to swim is vertical.
Up and down. And they’re using their arms but not their legs, which actually just pushes you farther down into the water.
They don’t understand why it isn’t bringing them higher instead of deeper.
I let my arms fall, which feels so counterintuitive. I want to be up, my arms should be up! But I haven’t taken a breath in about thirty seconds, and I have no idea how far the surface is from me or where the current has taken me in the dark.
With a belief I don’t yet understand, I pump my legs like a fucking egg beater, then use my arms to grab the water and push it down, driving my body up.
Over and over again, until I break the surface.
A wave hits me a moment after I take a breath, but I remember floating, so I let it take my body, hoping to remain horizontal.
The stars reign down on me as I scrunch my mouth and nose, briny with sea water coating every molecule. But I don’t fucking drown. I think I even swim! I flip back onto my stomach and remember to use my legs. It’s not natural at all, but I do it anyway because it’s working.
I look around and see the beach far off. No one is around me.
“Tony!” I call out. “Tony!”
“Kelya!” I hear, and it’s definitely Tony’s voice over the water. I decide he can come to me. I can only concentrate on so many fucking things at once, and this swimming thing is exactly as hard as I thought it would be. I see his head bobbing towards me quickly.
“Kelya, oh my god, why are you in the water!”
“I came to fucking save you, you asshole! Fuck. But look! I’m swimming. But actually, I need to stop talking. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I have to concentrate.”
He laughs. The motherfucker laughs. When he gets to me, I feel his legs pumping underneath him and see his arms, still held together, making egregious up and down motions in the water.
“Why do you look like that?”
“My fucking hands are taped together. I got the tape off my mouth, so at least that didn’t kill me.”
“Why are you here?!” I yell, still freaking out.
“Fucking hell, Rosette, I came after you. You sent me to the pharmacy so you could run away. I was coming to crash your party.”
“That’s not at all what happened! I swear, you’re a terrible detective. Rodrigo said Miguel wanted to meet me! I thought he would be at the hotel party. I didn’t realize he was driving me across the fucking island.”
A wave comes by, and I slip underneath the surface again. When I make it back up, I decide fighting with this alpha is the last thing I should be doing. I look towards the beach and start swimming.
Tony follows behind me, probably making sure he can see the moment I drown.
Most people are done doing their backwards falls and are now racing towards those holding towels. I crawl onto the sand. My breaths are wild, and my heart works overtime. I can’t stand up, so I just kneel with my hands on my knees and try to catch my breath.
Tony comes up from behind me and lays his body over mine. His bound hands are on one side.
“Kelya, why did you go into the water?” he whispers.
“I don’t know.”
I twist and pull at the tape, but my arms are exhausted and fall away. I lean back into him and rest.
It’s not long before Miguel stands over us.
I could fucking kill him. He doesn’t deserve my respect. Or my lighter. The bleach blonde beta is somewhere close. I’ve had my eye on her. She won’t get far.
“That was quite a show, Omega,” he says, annoyed.
“Leave her alone. She nearly fucking drowned,” Tony bites back between his hard breaths.
“Oh, come now.” Miguel turns to the crowd watching us.
“She made her choice. She wants this alpha,” he shouts, then switches to Spanish, obviously done catering to me.
Running into the ocean after Tony instead of letting him fend for himself was rejection enough.
Miguel is done with me. I get the jist of what he’s saying to us and his alphas.
He doesn’t think it’s a big deal what he did, and he invites everyone to go dance themselves dry.
I get it though. He heard about me robbing alphas and leaving them in the dust. He probably thought we shared the same feelings about them. Looking at his bonded alphas, I realize maybe we do still. It’s just Tony is mine. Miguel wanted me to choose him. It’s never fun to be rejected.
“He’s not even that handsome,” Miguel sighs in English. “Ugh, so tragic.”
I look behind me at Tony, and his wet, messy hair and glassy, moonlit eyes definitely look handsome to me. But I keep my mouth shut. I’m afraid if I open my mouth, my plans of ringing his neck will come out.
“Clean yourselves up and join us.”
Tony grunts. I grit my teeth.
Miguel and his pack leave us heaving in the sand. My chest aches. My legs are jelly. I’m sopping fucking wet.
“You fucking came after me! What were you thinking!” Tony hisses at me.
I twist so I’m now sitting on my ass and bring his hands into my lap so I can work on the tape. It’s just too much, and I give up again. The ocean waves come up over my legs.
“I don’t know, Tony. I saw them throw you in and just…ran after you.”
“You can’t even swim!”
“I think I did a fine job,” I grumble.
He sighs loudly. “You did.”
“Your lesson helped.”
Someone drops towels off next to us then leaves the beach, and that’s when I notice we are pretty much alone.
Tony notices, too. He lifts his arms over me and brings them down so I’m trapped inside.
Just as I lift my face to his, he kisses me.
Exactly as angry as I wanted it. I moan into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls and pushes us down into the sand, his hard cock pressed between our bodies. I lost my skirt somewhere in the sea, and I’m just in my thong and top. Tony has a whole fucking outfit on.
He bites my lip, and I take it.
“He wanted you,” he angrily says, then brings us even closer together. Not that I can escape with his bound wrists and me trapped like this. “He was going to make you stay here.”
“So what. Alphas want me all the time. You think I haven’t been offered a villa before.”
This only angers him further, which is exactly what I hoped.
“Though, he was the first omega who wanted me. He was beautiful.”
“Shut up. You told him to pay me off and send me away.”
“Do you blame me?”
“You never stop scheming. You’re an opportunist.”
“Are you just now figuring that out?”
He growls, but it’s the kind of anger that goes right between my legs.
“I’m going to fuck you, right here in the sand if you keep it up.”
“Please, please, Tony.”
He stops and blinks a lot, trying to clear out his lust. He lifts his arms, but I pull them back down.
“You’re right, we should get cleaned up.”
“Wait.” I grab his face. “What happened?”
“The safe word…”
I flop my head back, annoyed.
“Oh my god. No. We need a new fucking safe word. Your name should not be a safe word. Fucking hell, Tony. I almost drowned. I need your cock. Don’t hold out on me now. What would the doctor say?”
He chuckles, pulls me close, and nips my jaw. Bringing all that lust right back like it never went away.
“Then pick a new one, Sweet Rosette, because I’m about to fuck you on this beach no matter who’s watching.”
I whimper, then reach down to undo his sopping wet pants.
“Red. Red should mean stop.”
“Red should mean stop,” he repeats into my neck. Pumping his hips, he makes it harder to get his pants undone, but I manage. He lifts up on his knees so I’m able to take his hard and ready cock out. Then I slip my thong off.
I don’t look around, and I don’t keep my voice low. Once I get my legs wrapped around him, he slides inside—fucking me hard. His sharp alpha teeth are out, giving me little bites wherever he lands.
It helps orient me, which is what I need because I feel the nesties coming on. I just want my nest. I want to curl up in the soft material and listen to the tinkling of the water echo against the walls. I want it to smell like Tony and myself, all mixed in.
The tide waves over our legs, but that doesn’t stop him. His heavy, wanting breaths and the waves crashing against shore nearly drown out my cries of pleasure.
I reach between us and stroke my clit until I come on his cock, and then he lifts me out of the sand and fucks me hard until he comes.
The tide is now in my hair.
Tony exits my pussy, and we both cry out.
Fuck me.
He then lifts us both up and walks us up to the tables and chairs, all abandoned for the dance floor on the lawn way above us. He finally removes his arms from around me and gives his wrists a good yank, pulling the rest of the tape apart.
There are towels on one of the tables, and Tony gets them and wraps two of them around me, then dries himself off. I love watching him work.
“So, you didn’t send me to the pharmacy so you could give me the slip?” he finally asks.
“No.” I can’t believe he fucked me on the beach still thinking that may have been true. “I was actually super pissed at you for taking so long.”
“One of those FBI agents was working at the pharmacy. It was another trap for you.” He rubs the towel over his hair.
“Oh.”
“There’s more.”
He puts the towel over my head and dries my hair.
“What is it?” I ask under the terrycloth.
“Roman thinks you are having your heat, and that’s why it’s taken me extra time to bring you back to Saint Kane. I don’t know where he came up with that idea…” He tosses the towel on a table.
“My mother.”
“What?”
“My mother emailed me. She was imagining what was taking so long, and apparently did the math, whatever that means, and determined I must be in heat. I haven’t had a heat in two years, by the way.
Between heat suppressants and the nesties, I haven’t even come close.
But she’s got it in her head and told Roman, who I guess believed her. ”
Tony looks around at the abandoned clothes, then picks up pieces and drops them back down if they aren’t right.
“She does that a lot, I’m guessing. Makes up scenarios to be upset about.”
I laugh, because that’s exactly it.
“And never has a reaction to the real stuff,” I add.
He discovers a black skirt and brings it over to show it to me. I take a look. It’s mid-length and will probably fit. I hold it in my lap. We’ve run out of time.
I have to make a decision. My freedom or my life. That’s always been an easy choice before I met this bloodhound detective.
As I watch Tony remove his shirt and squeeze out the water, obviously blind without his glasses and stumbling about the beach, I think about how choosing to go back means leaving him behind.
But being with him means always running. Tony will have to give up everything, and I’ll die sooner than I’m prepared for.
“Tony,” I call out over the sound of the waves.
“Do you need more clothing options? I found a button-up white shirt.”
“No, I’m fine. The skirt will work.” I close my eyes, not excited for my next words. “I have to go back.”
“Yeah, we’ll go back. Not tonight though. We’ll go back to the hotel in the morning. Let’s find a room tonight on this side of the island.”
I don’t mean San Juan. I mean Saint Kane, but I don’t say that.
I put on the skirt, and Tony remains shirtless as we ascend the stairs up to the villa.
We’re pulled into the dance, and while maneuvering through the chaos, I discover the blonde beta dancing with her girlfriend.
Through a slight of hand, I get my lighter out of her shorts.
The party is raging. The music is so loud no one can hear each other talk, but no one is talking. After about an hour, Rodrigo finds us and gives Tony his bag with his phone and glasses inside.
“El Santo asked me to get this to you. He says you can stay the night if you need. I won’t be able to drive you back until tomorrow.” He leaves immediately with his group of young, happy people.
Tony clicks on his phone and orders us a car to the motel.
As we wait in the darkness near all the parked cars on the street, the music plays wildly in the distance, and I lean my pounding head against his shoulder. He stands firm, holding me up.