Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
TRISTAN
“That was a crazy sighting,” says one of the guests as we make our way back to the dive center.
“I know, right?” I smile. This one should do something for the hotel’s ratings.
“I can’t believe we saw whale sharks at night.
” And not just one, at least ten of them together.
So close to our drop-in dive too. The photos are going to be extraordinary—probably mostly just swaths of black with white spots and stripes, but then those gaping mouths…
It was a close encounter, and in the dark. “I’m glad everybody kept their cool.”
Chuckles break out, and soon everybody is talking at once. I laugh. This is what I live for. I realize Roger is hauling equipment from the dinghy alone, and I want to help, but a guest corners me when we reach the freshwater tanks to rinse the gear.
“I was wondering if we can focus tomorrow’s night dive on eels? They make the best photos,” he says.
“Sure. What else would you like to see?” The guest talks on, and when I next spot Roger, he’s bringing in the last of the tanks. “Hold that thought. Just give me a second.” I rush over. “You can go home. It’s late, and I’ve got this.”
Roger looks around and shrugs. “Fine.”
I hope he has time to spend with his girlfriend, because at least for me, things have been nuts.
Ever since Don and Miriam left, it’s been nonstop.
The hotel is at capacity, and I’ve hardly seen Lexi.
Between getting a grip on the work, getting comfortable with the different dive sites, and being the friendly face of Beaumont Ne’emba’s dive center, I’m treading water with a boat boy who’s giving me lip.
It’s almost ten thirty when I set the security alarm and lock up the dive center.
Everybody was on a high after that dive, and we chatted for over an hour about everything from conservation to other world-renowned dive sites.
After that rush, the main guest area seems almost unnaturally quiet as I walk past the lodge.
When I get to our cottage, Lexi is already asleep as usual. But this evening, something’s different. She’s put a pillow barrier between us. I’m not sure why that’s suddenly necessary, since we’ve barely managed a decent conversation the last two weeks…
If she thinks this Great Wall of Goose Down is going to stop an invasion, I have news for her.
We might be busy and exhausted, but nothing’s going to stop the desire pulsing through my veins every time I see her like this.
I curse under my breath as a fantasy where she clambers over that wall and lowers herself onto my rock-hard cock zaps through my brain.
And my body reacts right on cue. Fuck me.
Work is my only solace. I eat my dinner in my closet office while checking out what I managed to film today.
Wow. The daytime footage is fantastic, but tonight’s whale shark photos are unbelievable.
These are once-in-a-lifetime shots, and I’ll have to share them with the guests who were on the dive. It’s the perfect memento.
Eventually I call it a day and ready myself for the bed of torment.
I need sleep, but I’ve been holding off getting in bed with Lexi.
Fuck. I could also pound out some of the tension, but with her right there it feels…
I don’t know, weird. Lexi getting into my headspace like this is a catalyst for blue balls.
I’m tired and could go another night without, but…
I suck in a breath. I’m pushing my limits here.
I weave my way inside the mosquito net and get on top of the covers. Babes is right there, this time in the blue silk cami set from that first day. It seems like years ago now. She wears this and expects me to be unaffected? Little cocktease.
It’s too hot to sleep underneath even a flat sheet, and for a minute I stare at the fan, trying to still my mind and cock, which doesn’t get the message.
Lexi turns in her sleep and shifts one leg up as she settles onto her stomach.
The movement adjusts her pillow, and something dark rolls out and disappears between the mattress and the headboard.
I want to reach for it, but it’s gone. I sit up and listen as it drops, as if in slow motion, sliding down and landing with a soft thud on the thick hem of the mosquito net.
Lexi gives a soft moan. Yep, she’s a minx.
If women only knew what that sound does to the average male brain.
Then she’s moving again, getting comfy in her sleep.
When she’s been still for a couple of minutes, I slip off the bed and peer under it to see what dropped to the floor.
The bed is a high four-poster, with crawl space underneath.
Gives off all the luxury vibes without having much to it.
I reach for my dive watch on the nightstand and throw a beam of light along the back of the bed.
Right there. I dip underneath on all fours to reach for it, and as I curl my fingers around the shape, I freeze. Fuck. The girth is kind of familiar. I’d like to think of myself as above average, but—
Here I am with my hands on my biggest competition.
I might go so far as to call it the enemy.
Enemies now…might turn into frenemies…might turn into friends.
I can roll with that. Careful not to start Lexi’s magic wand, I crawl out from under the bed and through the gap in the mosquito net.
I stand, slink over to the closet, close the door, switch on the light, and give the purple monster-cock a quick inspection.
Nice. So this is what she gets up to when alone in this bed. I should have known. Not fair. I’m literally itching to feel what vibration she likes, but that would be taking things too far.
Instead I shove it into my laptop bag, ignoring the tingle of guilt.
Congratulating myself on a good job, I get back into bed, more alert than I was before this interlude.
The fan is swooshing around at its usual pace, and with the far-off waves, it should be the perfect lullaby, but my mind is racing.
That monster cock comes with a charger. I can get rid of one or the other, and she’d be screwed.
Or not, ha-ha, which is exactly where I want her to be. Let her feel my pain.
A monster cock is hard to hide; a charger, on the other hand, can be so generic-looking.
Counting on Lexi being in one of those post-orgasm deep-sleep cycles, I get out of bed again to scour all the electrical sockets.
I know where they are, as I hunted them down when I decided where to put my office.
It takes all of a minute to find the charger, and once it’s in my hands, it feels like a fucking trophy.
I startle awake and sit up. It’s light outside—much lighter than when I usually go out for my morning run. The bed next to me is empty, but somewhere a soft clang sounds with a sigh.
“Lexi?” Crap. For all I know I’ve overslept and housekeeping is scrubbing the room again. I reach for my watch. Phew. Ten to seven.
Lexi walks in and pushes the mosquito net to the side, toothbrush working those pearly whites. She’s already dressed in her sleeveless shirt and that miniskirt that should be illegal. “You overslept,” she says around the toothbrush in her mouth.
The Great Wall of Goose Down comes in handy as I sit up and tilt it toward my crotch.
So far I’ve had the good fortune of not giving her a morning wood full-frontal.
“I stayed late at the dive center last night. It was a great dive with some folks who don’t chew through their air in thirty minutes. ”
She shrugs, and then for a split second her eyes go wide and her gaze zaps to her pillow.
I fall back, watching her as the puzzle pieces tumble into place.
She’d forgotten about her solo session last night, and now…
I try my best not to chuckle at the blush that flushes her cheeks, hiding my smile with a yawn.
With an elaborate stretch, I make myself comfortable, toying with my watch as if I’m checking readings, ignoring her and her dilemma. With me there, she can hardly go on all fours and dig under the bed like I did last night.
Lexi turns and stomps off, and the frustrated rinsing and spitting that sounds from the bathroom almost curls my toes. Oh, babes. Don’t make this too much fun.
She’s back minutes later, her loose blond curls twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck. “I have a meeting at seven.”
“I still have time for a quick run. For tonight, I might work in a double dive, so…”
“Good. Good for you. See you whenever.”
“Bye, babes.”
There’s no retort to my endearment, but she gives the bed another surreptitious sweep with her eyes before she saunters off.
As soon as she’s gone—and I know she won’t be back because that seven o’clock housekeeping meeting is holy, and Lexi is overly work-conscientious—I hop out of bed to grab some tissues in the bathroom. A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.
For a moment, I consider my closet office for privacy, but then I have a fuck-it moment because it’s so early, and I’m desperate, and my hand is already dick-deep into my underwear.
I head for the bathroom and close my eyes, comparing my own familiar weight with the feel of Lexi’s wand in my hand.
The knowledge of what she did with it, how it must have worked her sweet clit until she moaned that little moan that sets my pulse on fire is enough to make me so hard it’s almost painful.
This is going to be quick. If she were here, however—with me, under me, on top, bending over the sofa—I would slow down, make sure I lasted until she had triple her fill, but my need and the urgency have only compounded since arriving here.
Fuck. I breathe and clutch the white marble vanity as my other hand works my cock, trying to delay the inevitable and ride that wave a bit longer, holding back on that moment—
“Oh my—ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” As Lexi’s voice fills the space, it catches me so off guard that I start to come.
Fuckfuckfuck.
There’s no stopping this now. I try to turn away, but my body is in an orgasmic deadlock. Nothing is going to happen until—My eyes want to roll back in pleasure, but instead I manage to look at Lexi, finding her solidified on the spot, transfixed.
Her eyes are on my cock, my hand, my cum that shoots like only cum can onto the vanity mirror. I groan as I fist myself harder, hoping the ripples will ride out faster, allowing my body to move.
“Oh. My. God.” She cups her face in her hands, but she isn’t budging either.
“Ah fuck, babes,” I mutter when I’m eventually able to turn away from her. I could—probably should—be embarrassed, but I’m not. She walked in on me. I exhale and inhale on a chuckle. Serves me right in some ways. “Don’t you have a meeting?”
“Uh-huh.” That whimper is too small and too sweet and too pathetic. It almost softens my heart to her conundrum.
Came to look for your toy? And found this one instead? I’m so tempted to tease her, but instead I let go of my cock, which already seems interested in a second round—a round that involves her. I reach for the tissues and wipe up the aftermath.
Why the hell isn’t she moving away? “You can go now. Show’s over,” I tell her, trying to downplay this awkward situation. I kind of want to crack up, because it’s fucking funny. And mentally, I want to cling to the past few seconds. This scenario has taken over every spot in my wank bank Top 10.
Lexi doesn’t pull her hands from her face, but her fingers split apart so she can peer at me through them. “I came back for a…a…a tampon.”
Oh yeah? Nice try. “Right. Give me a minute.”
“And you’re supposed to be out on a run!” She gulps. “With all this travel and my phone that’s not very useful, I’ve stopped tracking, and now I’ve been taken by surprise, and now this—and I should stop talking right about now.”
“Yep. Good plan.” I roll my lips together to hide a smile and toss the used tissues in the trash bin under the vanity.
Since she’s still frozen in shock, I can’t walk past her, and she doesn’t seem to want to squeeze past me either, so I open the cupboard.
This is where she’s stashed her things, and, well, it’s within arm’s reach.
“Small, medium, large…or supersize? We all know size matters.”
“Tristan!”
Oh, that ticked her off, or at least zapped her out of her stupor.
Lexi finally drops her hands. “Do you mind? Now that you’re done?
” She is blushing so hard I want to pull her into my arms, hide her face in my neck, and laugh at the situation together.
I’m not half as embarrassed as she seems to be.
I mean, shit, jerking off happens. A lot.
It would happen even more if she was a regular—and willing—voyeur, for her evident pleasure.
“Who says I’m done?”
“Oh, fuck off.” Her hand lands on my chest and she pushes me out of the way. “You need a shower.”
“I do.” I trap her hand with my own, laughing, letting her feel my heart’s frantic beating, if nothing else will get through to her. This seems like an intersection of sorts for us. “Care to join me?”
“Join you?” She gasps as she pushes, but I hold strong. “I have a meeting, my period just started out of nowhere, and… And I just saw my fake fiancé jerk off! And now you want me in the shower?”
“If you want to put it so directly, yes. Because I’m not done, and clearly you need to blow off some steam. I can help with that, you know.” I bet that’s a fake period. Someone’s trying to locate a missing toy. Either way, I’m happy to help her out.
The blush is back in full force. “Yes, I need to blow off some steam! Thanks to you! But I’m not blowing anything else! And not in the shower! Not with you!”
“Wow. Don’t let this get out of hand. I’m just teasing you, babes.
” Her eyes shoot daggers, and I bite down on my smirk.
“God, Lexi, you shouldn’t make it so easy to get under your skin.
” I let go of her, and she shows me her back as she starts digging in the cupboard, muttering curses under her breath.
“There’s a little storm cloud right there, all right.
With lightning bolts and all.” I point and circle my finger just above her head as her eyes catch mine in the mirror.
Then I lean closer to where my lips should start a rush of goosebumps down her neck to those perky tits I’m so desperate to fondle, and whisper in her ear, “Don’t get wet now, babes. ”
Before she can turn around and give me a well-deserved punch, I stalk off to the closet to get some clothes for the day and protect my treasure. Finders keepers. When she stomps past seconds later, her face is a picture of befuddled, frustrated annoyance.
“Miss you already, babes!” I call after her, unable to stop myself. I have officially gone off the rails. This time I’m rewarded with a double flip-off that basically makes my day.