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Victoria returned a few hours later, and she and Jim sat out by the pool as Caroline packed their things. He smiled at her. "Thanks for letting us stay here. She really enjoyed the massage."
Victoria grinned as she asked, "Were you able to stick with your no sex in that room rule?"
He smiled as he said, "I did, but it wasn't easy."
They sat in silence for an awkward moment, and then he asked, "How are you doing? Are you seeing anyone?"
She paused. "Not really, but I did meet this hot guy on my flight back from Philadelphia. He owns a restaurant and is a little closer to my age."
"That's great," Jim said as he glanced quickly to her firm legs. He sighed and thought, Shit, I'm still in love with her. I love both of them. There must be something wrong with me. He shook off those thoughts. "Just make sure he's a good guy before…"
"Oh, I will."
Caroline walked outside and approached them. They both smiled at her, and Caroline said, "Your house is beautiful. I appreciate you letting us stay with you. That massage room he put together is spectacular."
"You can stay with me anytime," Victoria replied.
Caroline gave her a slightly evil smile as she said, "He has great hands. I almost couldn't make it through the whole thing without…" she bragged with her eyebrows raised.
Victoria felt a twinge of jealously, and glared at Caroline as she said, "I know he does have great hands. When we, uh—"
"Okay," Jim interrupted. "We'd better get on the road if we're going to make it to North Carolina before midnight."
The two women gave each other fake smiles and then headed into the house.
Two days later, Jillian was working on finalizing the arrangements for the expedited, October tenth wedding. Brian had verified he could be away from the office, and they checked with Jim to be sure he could make that date as well. She told Brian that she was having second thoughts about pulling everyone away from their homes around Christmas plus the timing worked better in October with some book promotion events that her publisher was planning.
By the end of that day, she had booked the wedding and reception at the luxurious Hotel Eden Rock and reserved a block of hotel rooms for the anticipated guests. She arranged for a charter flight from Miami to St. Barts and back. She also discovered a large, gorgeous beach mansion available for rent that would serve as a quiet spot for the wedding party to stay separately from the other guests. Jillian thought it would be the perfect place to hold a rehearsal dinner. The wedding coordinator from the hotel helped her immensely in the whole process—everything from choosing a minister to finalizing the menu. In fact, everything was easy, but it was, of course, outrageously expensive.
Jillian put a rush order in for thirty invitations and began to finalize the guest list. She mailed the invitations out two days later, and then told Brian it was time he made the call he'd been dreading for months. Although he spoke to his mother about every other week, he failed to mention the important fact that he and Jillian were about to be married. With the invitation on its way, he slept on it one more night and then made the call.
When his mother answered the phone, he just blurted his news out. She didn't say a word. He went on to explain that the wedding was going to be in St. Barts and that their airplane and hotel reservations would all be prearranged. He didn't apologize for not telling her sooner nor did she ask why he didn't. The call ended with Beverly simply saying they would be there. There were no congratulations, but there were also no tears, argument, or anything. Brian breathed a sigh of relief.
In Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina, Jim and Caroline were a few days into their hectic beach vacation with Caroline's wild sister. The house was overflowing with guests, and the two of them had absolutely no privacy. They were relegated to sleeping in the living area of the small rundown shack, but they were together and blissfully happy. They found they couldn't even go into the lone bathroom together without someone knocking on the door every few minutes.
That night they were craving each other as they walked along the beach hand in hand. Caroline gave him a suggestive look and led him toward the dunes. Once there, they slipped down to the sand and knelt as they kissed and explored each other's bodies with passionate hands. Moments later, she cried out, "Ouch." Then she slapped at her calf. "Sorry."
She moved to kiss him again but pulled away, this time slapping her arm. "I'm getting all bitten up, let's get out of here."
They rushed back to the house and found six people there drinking, laughing, and having a great time. They joined in and began to drink while eying each other hungrily. The booze accentuated their desires. They could barely contain themselves as the waited for everyone to retire to their rooms. At just after 3:00 A.M., they finally found themselves alone. They were both fully clothed as Caroline slipped on top of him. He ran his hands all over her ass as she placed her hand over his groin. He gasped. Just then a random guy walked through the living room to the kitchen. He saw what they were obviously up to and looked at them casually as he said, "Sorry."
They ignored him and got back to it. After the guy left, Caroline had her hand on Jim's zipper as her sister came through the front door with two other people. Jim and Caroline separated as her sister giggled drunkenly, "Wow, sorry about that. You mind if they crash in here on the floor with you?"
They frowned while nodding in agreement and glanced at each other. Jim whispered to her, "Do you want to go for a ride?"
Caroline nodded with a big smile.
Two minutes later he was driving the car, as she was busy with her head in his lap. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he said, "I can't do this." He pulled into a public parking area near the beach and turned off the car. Caroline sat up, and he moved on top of her. They kissed passionately. He placed his hands under her miniskirt and found she wasn't wearing panties; he plunged his finger between her legs. She groaned. Caroline unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his hips as he lifted her skirt up.
Jim adjusted her seat back, and she pushed up as he slipped between her legs in the cramped car.
"F*ck, I don’t have a condom. They're back at the place."
She paused. "Just put it in for a minute and pull it out before…"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm just about to get my period, so we’re good." He smiled and moved his hips into her. They shared a groan as their lips locked together with tongues exploring each other's mouths while he pumped into her with passion.
"Oh," she cried out. "I hate condoms. Your cock feels…I should really go on the pill."
"You really should," he moaned, as he continued on. She was close to orgasm. "Don’t you dare stop. That’s it…yes."
He teetered on the brink desperately trying to avoid coming inside of her. He tried to focus on something, anything else as she held him tightly. She pushed up higher, and he pumped her harder; she screamed out with a loud climax. Jim pulled away from her quickly, just as he exploded all over her thighs and skirt. He moved to his seat panting like he'd just run a marathon while she slumped against the passenger door desperate to recover.
Their eyes slowly met, and she said, "Wow."
He nodded and simply said, "Yeah."