The Private Serials Box Set(55)

She leaned back, lying fully on the bed, and my body ached to cover  hers, to feel her beneath me. Just as eager as I was, she lifted her  hips and removed her shorts. Her hair fell away from her body,  uncovering her breasts. I sat up again, looking down at the beautiful  woman who, even after I'd lied to her, chose to believe in our love and  give herself to me again. And not only that, but chose to let me give  her everything in return. I was in awe of her.

My hands started at her waist, caressing gently up her stomach and over  her full breasts. I watched as her chest rose and fell, her breath  shuddering, eyes closing, mouth opening. When she pushed her breast  further into my palms, I knew she was aching for me too.

I wrestled with the urge to give our bodies what they craved, or feed  our souls what they needed. In the end, I decided to go with both  options.

I sank into her, our bodies connecting, both of us groaning as sensation  took us over. I brought my face directly level with hers, our eyes  searching each other's, bodies pressed together, and breaths  intermingling.         

     



 

"I want to have everything with you," I managed, even if it was just a  strangled whisper. My voice was gone somewhere, definitely overtaken by  the enormity of the moment I was sharing with her, humbled by the idea  that she would give me the gift of being the person she made her  children with. It was almost too much for me to process. So, instead of  thinking and analyzing, I kissed her.

I kissed her as I brought us both to a place where nothing that had  happened in the last two months mattered, where our pasts were  forgotten, and our future was painted in bright lights.

When we came, we came together, eye to eye, mouth to mouth, and everything in the world ahead of us.





Chapter Three

I walked alongside Lena, holding her hand and listening to Piper and Sam  commenting on the abundance of shirtless Hawaiian men. Every once in a  while Sam threw in a comment about a particularly nice "rack" she  admired on a woman, and then all three girls would silently admire said  breasts, longing for their own bodies to be improved upon.

This was one thing I hated about women in groups-they constantly and  openly compared themselves to other women, and then degraded themselves  because their bodies were different. Also, they usually immediately  disliked any woman who had a physical trait they lacked, or perceived  themselves as lacking. I had heard Piper many times admire a woman's  ass, in that weird jealous way they do, then assume the woman was a  bitch because she had what Piper wanted.

As a man, did I admire a beautiful body on a woman? Sure. But it was  going to take more than a nice ass to keep me interested or make me want  more than just a look. I'd tried to tell this to Piper time and time  again, trying to make her realize any man worth her time would fall in  love with her because of who she was and her body would be a bonus.

The whole thing was stupid as fuck as all three women next to me were  beautiful and turning heads themselves. Women were their own worst  critics.

We entered the luau through an arch covered in brightly colored flowers  and foliage, all native to Hawaii. There were two women at the entrance  who placed leis over our heads and said "Aloha" with bright smiles.  There was loud rhythmic drumming and the smell of the food was  intoxicating. I felt Lena's small hand capture mine, threading her  fingers through my own, and I looked over at her to see a bright smile  painted across her face. She was excited.

"Lena, they're giving hula lessons over on that lawn," Sam said, turning back to us, looking just as excited.

"Would you like to take a hula lesson?" Lena asked me.

I leaned closer to her, making sure my lips were pressed softly against  the shell of her ear, knowing my words would cause her heart rate to  speed up. "No, but I'd really love to watch you learn." At my words, I  felt her lean in to me and pull up her shoulder, as if she were trying  to capture me and keep my mouth as close to her as possible. Then she  turned her face and kissed me. I pulled our clasped hands closer,  bringing her body against mine, and brought my other hand up to gently  cup the side of her face.

Lena's mouth was almost as unpredictable as she was. Sometimes her lips  were soft and gentle. Other times her kisses were curious. She'd used  her mouth to convey so many things to me, so many emotions, I was  constantly trying to read her thoughts through her lips. Was she needy?  Angry? Scared? Happy? All could be told through her kisses. In that  moment her lips told me, as they moved slightly against mine, that she  was happy and relaxed. When she pulled away she gave me another  breathtaking smile, then headed toward a woman in a floral bikini top  and grass skirt who was giving hula instructions.

All three girls approached the teacher and then after a few words were  exchanged, formed a line facing in my direction. I found a chair at an  empty table not too far from the stage and sat, content to let my eyes  wander over Lena as she learned the traditional dance.

I watched as her hips swayed from side to side, enjoying the visual and  also appreciating that I could imagine what that swaying looked like  without the flowing skirt made of grass. I'd have to convince her to  show me the dance later, only naked. Thinking of Lena's body without  clothes immediately woke up my cock, which, admittedly, wasn't ever  fully asleep when Lena was around anyhow. I saw her delicate hands and  fingers make tiny yet distinctive movements, trying to tell a story with  the motions. I heard her laughing with Sam and Piper and the whole  scene left me feeling more whole than I'd ever felt before.

Lena's eyes met mine as she laughed and it was as if something broke my  chest open and squeezed my heart. She was absolutely everything I would  ever want. As long as I had her I would never want for anything. And I  did have her-every part of her. She was mine just as much as I was hers.

Minutes passed as I watched her hair get caught in the breeze, her skirt  fluttering around her soft knees, her hips moving to the beat of the  music. I was interrupted by the vibration of my phone in my pocket, and  when I saw who was calling I felt my heartbeat falter and my lungs seize  up.

The past week with Lena, since I'd revealed myself to her, had been  better than I could have imagined, and there were only a few people on  the planet who could mess everything up. One of those people was calling  me. I swiped my finger across the screen and brought the phone up to my  ear.

"Edgar," I said, trying to sound irritated and bothered, not wanting him  to know his call had made me nervous. "I wasn't expecting to hear from  you again. Ever."

"Preston, I know you must be thrilled to talk to me. I hadn't expected to ever hear your voice again either, but things change."

"What things?" I asked, shifting in my chair, growing uncomfortable. I'd  worked off my debt to Edgar. Derrek had gotten exactly what he wanted  in the end, and that was all that was required of me. I owed nothing to  Edgar.

"We have a common interest-a problem that's gotten out of hand-and I need your help."

"What common interest?" I asked the question, but I knew the answer. There was only one reason he would be calling me.

"Derrek Bellows."

I tried not to physically cringe at the mention of his name. Lena's eyes  were still drifting to me every once in a while, between laughing and  smiling with her friends, and I didn't want her to know I was on the  phone with someone potentially dangerous, someone who could snap his  finger at any number of people and make life difficult for us. Sure, I  was a private investigator, but I wasn't dirty. I didn't deal with  crooked cops or gangsters. I worked with lawyers and regular citizens. I  checked public records, for Christ's sake. I could follow a mark, I  could bug a phone, and I could become invisible if I needed to, but it  wasn't my first choice to deal with crooks.

"The last tail I had on Derrek he was sitting pretty in the Caribbean with his mistress, sitting on a shit load of money."

"That's my money he's sitting on."

"Oh?" I tried to sound apathetic, but he'd piqued my interest. Edgar  wasn't the biggest fish in the sea of crooks, but he had some big fish  friends, and I knew you didn't want to end up on his bad side. I didn't  want to be in his pocket any longer, but I knew it was better to appear  to be his ally than to fuck him over. Then you'd be swimming with a  whole different kind of fish and your shoes would be made of cement.

"Seems our Derrek thought he could pull a fast one on me. He was in deep  with me, and because we had a good history I'd given him a little  leeway. He took that inch of rope and hung himself with it when he  decided to split town, taking my money with him. Abandoned the business  and no one seems to have any answers for me."

I sighed heavily. "What can I do for you, Edgar?"

"Call me Eddie, please," he said, his voice a little too pleasant.