Belong to You(4)

I showed the waiter out and took a sip of the tomato juice with two  aspirin. The man truly pissed me off and turned me on at the same time.  It was very sweet to send me breakfast, but the note was more like an  order to eat then a suggestion.

"You ordered me breakfast? It better be at least noon if you are waking  me up." Sienna groaned as she rolled over, her voice was raspy and her  voice sounded like I felt.

"I didn't order it, Jack sent it. Along with instructions to eat it." The sarcasm dripped from my voice on the second sentence.

"Jack? Oh. Mmmmm. That man is delicious. You are lucky that I am a good  friend who knows you need a rebound fuck, or I would have tied you up in  the back of the bar to get first crack at that one." Sienna got up and  went to the bathroom and then started picking at some of the food on the  cart. "Let's be realistic, that man would have found you anywhere I hid  you. The way he looked at you made me wet!"

I threw a pillow at her. "You are insane … what doesn't make you horny  woman!" We both laughed and then devoured everything on the cart.



By the time we made our way down to the beach, the sun was scorching  hot. My headache subsided as I swam in the crystal clear water and  reveled in the feel of the soft sand between my toes. I relished the  feeling of the sun drying each droplet of water as I relaxed into my  lounge chair listening to the ocean waves lightly crash on to the shore.  The rhythm of the surf eventually lulled me to sleep as I laid on my  stomach listening to the tranquil sound relaxing.         

     



 

I moaned as I woke to the luxurious feel of the big hands massaging my  back. I was groggy and it felt so good as my muscles relaxed under the  pressure of the skilled fingers. My sleepy haze drifted, as reality  seeped into my fantasy and I jumped as I realized that I was at the  beach and had no idea who was touching me. Jack's strong hands gently  but firmly held me down on my stomach in the cushioned lounge chair, as I  attempted to jump up. His words were low, but there was no mistaking  his sexy voice. "Don't get up Jill, I untied your top to rub in the  sunscreen and you'll give the whole beach a good show."

"You scared the shit out of me! Do you make a habit of rubbing down strangers as they sleep?"

He leaned down close to my ear, his front pressed firmly against my  back. His voice was low and velvety. "Do you really want to waste one of  your ten questions on my habits for rubbing down strangers?"

Shit, I didn't want to be, but I was instantly turned on. His voice, his  confident words, and his bare chest pressed up against my back sent my  body into a frenzy. My heart rate sped up and my breathing became more  labored. God damn it, control yourself Sydney. "You scared me half to  death." I was hoping that he would buy into that my reaction was from  being scared and not to being near him.

"I'm sorry baby." His voice sounded sincere and I was surprised that the  man apologized for anything. "Now if you want I'll tie that string you  call a top back on and you can get up, or we can both take a few more  minutes to enjoy me rubbing your back some more."

I didn't want his hands off of me. I sighed, pretending it was a sacrifice. "Keep rubbing."

I heard a devious chuckle before he sat back up and continued to rub my  back until I was completely relaxed again. Then he tied my top back on  so that I could sit up.

I righted myself in the oversized lounger and caught the first glimpse  of him of the day. I had a picture of him in my head as he was rubbing  me, but the picture didn't come close to the real thing. His shirtless  body was even more than I imagined. He had strong, square shoulders,  toned pecs and a six pack that I thought only really existed in air  brushed magazines. His dark plaid swimsuit hung low on his waist,  revealing a deep v that pointed to what I imagined was probably also  perfect down below. Jack stood and held out his hand to help me up.

I stood and he smiled a sexy devilish grin. "My turn." He slowly looked  me up and down, taking his time to admire all my girl parts. He leaned  down to my ear. "Even better than I fantasized baby."

I laughed and then went up on my tippy toes to whisper back in his ear. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

He growled, literally growled at me. Then he scooped me up and started walking toward the water.

"I can walk you know." I pretended to be annoyed, but did a lousy job since I was smiling the whole time.

"I know you can, but I am going to take care of you like a woman like you deserves to be taken care of this week baby."

I think my heart skipped a beat for a minute at his words. Or maybe it just started beating again finally.



I leaned back in my lounge chair and took a deep, cleansing breath in,  enjoying the moment. Jack was sitting up behind me, my back to his front  and his hands were clasped tightly around my waist, in a possessive  hold. We listened to the wave's crash against the surf and watched the  sun setting through an amazing bright orange and purple sky. It was the  most beautiful sunset that I had ever seen and it felt so natural to be  sitting in Jack's arms watching it.

"Why did you call off your engagement?"

"Are you cashing in on question number one Jack?" I dared him.

"Yes, so let's hear it. And remember, I'm using one of my precious chips here, so I want the full story."

I hadn't really told many people the full story; it was just difficult  to put into words. The people that really knew me just understood and  knew I was making the right decision. I wasn't sure where to start, so I  decided to start from the beginning. "I met Michael in high school, we  went to the prom together. We were together for six years when he  proposed. I said yes, and we planned a long engagement before the  wedding." I paused, contemplating before I continued.

"I don't think I ever considered not marrying him, it was just the  normal progression in our long relationship and everyone expected it  would happen. He would have preferred a shorter engagement, but I wasn't  ready yet so I dragged it out as long as I could get away with. He  treated me really well over the years; at least I thought he did. He was  every parents dream for their daughter. He came from a good home,  earned a good living as an attorney and had nice manners. It seemed like  every girl's dream. But as the wedding got closer, I grew more nervous.  I started to wonder if I had made myself into who he wanted me to be,  instead of who I really was. I started picturing myself having 2.5  children with a white picket fence and having lunches with PTA moms who  wore sweater sets.         

     



 

In the time we had been together, I had stopped singing with a band and  went to school to get a music degree to teach. As my wedding date got  closer, I was starting to question myself on why I had done that, when I  really loved being in my band. Michael and Sienna didn't get along, and  he didn't like me traveling at night to different clubs, so I  eventually gave it up, even though he never actually asked me to.

One morning I woke up with a panic attack. I realized that something was  missing in our relationship and that something was me. So I sat down  one night to talk to Michael about what I was feeling and he completely  flipped out. He blamed it all on my last visit to NY to visit Sienna and  her filling my head with crazy unrealistic singing dreams. But the  truth was, Sienna never said a word to me. She accepted me for whoever I  was and didn't try to change me.

I told him that I didn't want to teach and wanted to join a local band  again. He told me that his wife was not going to be a stupid band slut  traveling around town with a bunch of men. We argued back and forth and  then things got really loud and heated when he realized that I had  already made up my mind. The next day I felt badly about the way that we  had left off, so I went to his office to talk to him and walked in on  his secretary on her knees." I stopped and thought for a moment and Jack  tightened his grip around me.

"I left and he tried to apologize again the next day. Eventually, when I  wouldn't accept his apology, he got mad again and spilled that he had  been sleeping with his secretary for more than a year anyway. I moved  all of his stuff to the front lawn by the time he tried to come home  from work that night, and had the locks changed." I paused and regrouped  from telling my sad tale. I forced a happier voice "Everything happens  for a reason. I quit my job teaching and started singing again last  month. It's just a job as a house singer at one of the Heston Hotels,  but it's a start on my trip back to me."

Jack was quiet and didn't say anything for a moment. "You work at one of the Heston Hotels?"

I laughed, thinking it was odd that of everything that I had just told  him, that was the part of my story that caught his attention. Men. "Is  that really a question that you want to use your second chip on?"