Chapter 15
“I take it your night went well.”
Karter turned her attention to her mother and found her smirking. Karter bit the inside of her jaw in an attempt to keep herself from blushing, but she knew she’d failed.
It wasn’t that she felt uncomfortable speaking to her mother about her being intimate with Creed without giving her details. It was that she knew her mother well and knew that details would be precisely what she wanted.
“It’s fine. You don’t have to answer me. That you’re walking funny tells me all that I need to know,” the older woman teased, laughing.
“Mom!” Karter exclaimed, but it didn’t stop her mother from laughing, and Karter was mortified. Not because of what her mother had said, of the fact that she had noticed there was a minor difference in her walk. No, it was because if her mother had noticed, her father definitely had.
Her eyes went to her father and Creed, who were at one of the beach bars, buying drinks.
She could only imagine what the two of them were talking about, and with her mother pointing out the way she’d been walking.
She now knew why her father had insisted on him and Creed going to get their drinks alone.
Karter groaned. “I do not need Dad trying to talk about my sex life with Creed.”
“Your father would be more inclined to act as if it didn’t happen or threaten Creed.”
“Let’s hope he does the first one.”
Karter dug her toes into the sand as she turned her attention back to the sandcastle she was working on.
They had all met for lunch at one and then went back to their rooms to grab their beach gear.
It was now a little after three, and they’d mostly been relaxing and drinking, though they were planning to go to the aquarium after dinner.
She’d just finished one side of the castle when Creed and her father returned. Creed sat behind her. His legs were on either side of hers, and she assumed he’d placed her drink inside the portable beach cabana her mother had rented.
One of Creed’s hands rubbed up and down her thigh, and Karter thought little of it. He’d proven over the time they’d been dating that he wasn’t just going to not touch her or show her affection because her parents were around.
He kissed her shoulder before his lips grazed her ear. “How are your thighs feeling?”
“Ravage!” Karter exclaimed, keeping her voice as close to a whisper as possible.
“Mm...am I in trouble, or are you turned on?” he asked, and Karter could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
It wasn’t lost on her that whenever they were being intimate, she strayed from calling him by his first name to calling him by his last, like everyone else did. She didn’t know why. It just happened.
“My thighs are—”
“If you tell me fine, that means I didn’t do my job very well, and I’ll have to try again tonight.”
“Sore,” Karter finished.
“That’s too bad,” Creed said before licking the shell of her ear. “I still plan on having a repeat tonight.”
“You realize my parents are out here with us. Behave.”
Creed chuckled. “I’m always on my best behavior, but I’ll refrain from getting you worked up. Even though you didn’t spare me last night at dinner.”
It was Karter’s turn to laugh. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. All I was doing was eating my ice cream.”
“If you say so, Kaere.”
She went back to building her sandcastle, and when it was done, she climbed over one of Creed’s legs and stood before going to where her mom and dad were sitting in the little cabana. She grabbed her drink off the pop-up table and sat at the end of the lounge chair her mother was occupying.
“Karter, you and Creed don’t plan on going anywhere for a bit, do you?” her mom inquired.
Karter glanced at Creed, who was looking over his shoulder at them. “I don’t think so.”
“Good. I think your father is just buzzed enough to go parasailing and scuba diving with me,” her mom stated, downing the rest of her drink and standing to pull her father up as well, who simply rolled his eyes.
“When we get back, the two of you can go if you want. It shouldn’t take but about an hour.
” Her mom informed, leading the way out of the cabana.
“Oh, those close, by the way.” She gestured to the opening that was tied back to the front poles of the cabana.
Creed chuckled as her mom and dad headed down the beach. A minute later, her boyfriend stepped inside, and the opening swung closed behind him.
“What should we do with an hour?” he asked, and Karter didn’t miss the look in his eyes. She’d stared at that same look the entire night.
“No, Creed. My parents will be back in—”
“An hour.”
“Someone could walk in.”
“They’ll regret it if they do.”
“There are people all around.”
“Then you’re just going to have to be quiet, Kaere.”
Karter had another protest; she knew she did, but whatever it was died on her tongue as Creed pulled his swim trunks down and allowed his dick to pop free. She licked her lips as she stared at it. Why was his dick so pretty?
She placed her drink back down on the pop-up table and dug through the beach bag to pull out one of their towels. The last thing she needed was for them to get the lounge chair wet. After she spread it over the chair, Karter beckoned him forward.
“Lie down for me,” she requested; any semblance of protest gone.
She watched as he did as she requested, placing the drink that was in his hand on the table as well. Once he was situated, she straddled him, pulling her swimsuit bottoms to the side.
“Are you sure your legs can handle this?” Creed teased.
Karter shrugged at him. “If I allow you on top, I’m sure we’ll break this chair,” she countered, rocking back and forth along the length of his dick.
“I’m sure I can still break it with you riding me.” He smirked, and Karter didn’t doubt he could. But the last thing she needed was either of them explaining what happened to her father.
“But you won’t,” she told him. “Or you won’t be getting any tonight.”
Creed wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her, and positioned his dick. “Cute,” he said before pulling her down until he was buried deep inside her.
Karter threw her head back, biting her bottom lip to contain her moan.
“You should know that I’m going to take you attempting to deny me some, as a challenge,” he told her as he gripped her chin, bringing her face down so she would look at him. “Remember, you wanted to play when we’re alone later tonight.”
Karter looked at him from under her lashes. “Yes, Ravage,” she stated before lifting and slowly sliding back down.
Ravage knew that if his dick got any harder, adjusting himself would not help him hide it. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to think of anything that would get rid of the forming problem. His eyes swung to Karter, who was currently engrossed in watching some colorful fish swim above them.
She looked so entranced by all the aquamarine life they were seeing, and for some reason, every time he looked at her tonight, he got hard.
Not that she was wearing anything revealing.
It was actually quite the opposite. However, that didn’t stop Ravage from feeling like a teenage boy who’d just discovered masturbating.
He chalked it up to the fact that he’d been waiting years to be intimate with Karter, and now that he had, now that he could, his libido was demanding he make up for lost time.
“Are you okay, Creed?” Sora asked.
“Yeah. She’s just cute when she gets like that,” he responded, because even though Sora had helped him set up the night before, even he thought it was inappropriate to tell her that her daughter was causing hell on his libido and had been doing so all day.
“I got four tickets for the tour, but they only had two-seaters left,” Demetri started, coming up to the two of them. “They didn’t have any group options available.”
“That’s fine,” Sora responded.
Karter came over to them a few seconds later. “Are we ready?” She questioned.
Sora nodded, holding up two tickets, and Karter took them, all but dragging him towards the line, and Ravage chuckled.
Once they were in the cart that would take them on a tour of the entire aquarium, Ravage adjusted himself. He figured if they were going to be on this tour for half an hour, he at least needed to try to get comfortable.
As they ventured through the aquarium, he watched Karter more than he was looking at the ocean life swimming all around them.
A part of him wanted to play with her on this tour.
However, he was more than sure there were cameras in the tunnels, and he didn’t want to draw her attention away from the animals.
She’d been excited to see all the sea creatures, and he wouldn’t impede that.
So, Ravage refrained, deciding that he would have plenty of time to get his fill of her when they made it back to the hotel.
Once they were done with the tour, Karter pulled him over to a souvenir shop while they waited on Demetri and Sora. He bought her a few items while they did so, even though she protested the entire time.
When Sora and Demetri emerged, Sora looked at a few of the items the shop sold before getting one.
They then headed back towards the exit as Sora yawned.
Ravage couldn’t say that he blamed her. It was a little after ten o’clock, and he’d always known Sora to be an early riser.
Not to mention all the beach activities they’d taken part in.
Once they’d made it back to the hotel, they said goodnight when they reached their floor and went to their separate rooms.
Ravage watched as Karter entered the bedroom, and he gave himself a moment before following her.
In the bedroom, he went to his suitcase while she continued to the bathroom.
Pulling out the box of condoms, he found that he only had three left in the box of ten, which meant he wouldn’t get to do everything he wanted to.
Ravage made a mental note to pick up another box tomorrow.
They had five days left, and he figured that might be enough to last them until they left.
He heard the shower turn on as he went to the side of the bed he’d claimed and placed the condoms on the bedside table. Pulling his shirt over his head, he threw it in the corner before entering the bathroom.
“I was wondering how long it would take you,” Karter stated, leaning against the counter naked, as she looked up at him from under her lashes, and damn if he hadn’t come to enjoy it when she did that.
“What makes you think I was coming to join you?” he asked, teasing her. “Besides, wasn’t it you that said if we broke the lounge chair, you wouldn’t give me any?”
“Mm, yes, but you didn’t break it. Not really. It just bent a little bit,” she responded, pushing off the counter and walking over to him. She unbuckled his belt, and Ravage was in no way going to protest. “Besides, I want to play.”
He gripped her chin, leaning down to mold his lips against hers. Leading her in a kiss that he dominated without question. When he pulled back, her chest rose and fell as she attempted to catch her breath.
“Then we’ll play, Kaere.”