On The Rocks

“Oh,” she says quietly, and I know exactly what she’s thinking. She’s just too unsure of herself and of us to come out and say it. So I let her off the hook quickly.

“I still want you to stay over here with me, Gabs. You’ll love John… and he wouldn’t say anything to anyone.”

She’s quiet, reflective, and this doesn’t bode well.

Tightening my arms around her, I say, “Please say you’ll stay. I really want you to meet John but, more than that, I want you here.”

My heart sighs in relief when she quietly says, “Okay.”

Leaning around to her left so I can see her face, she turns to look at me. “Okay? So you’ll stay?”

She gives me a small smile and nods. “I’ll stay.”

I reach up with my right hand and slip my fingers in her hair, grabbing a fistful and turning her head toward me further. Leaning in, I run my lips over hers lightly, and then pull back to look at her. “Good. I don’t think I can go a single night without you.”

Her eyes grow warm over my sentiment and, for the first time, I think Gabby may let her walls down around me a bit. Oh, she’s fully engaged with me when I’m lodged deep inside her body, but when sexual heat isn’t swirling between us, she’s remained a tiny bit guarded.

I lean back into my original position and pull her back against me again, wrapping my arms around her stomach to hold her tight. The wind has kicked up a little and she shivers, pulling the blanket further up her chest.

“Cold?” I ask.

“A little.”

“Bet I can warm you up,” I tease her, resting my chin on her shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” she asks. “How’s that?”

Rather than answer, I show her instead. I take one of my hands and move it down her stomach until I reach the button on her shorts. I can feel her sharp intake of breath when I pop it open.

She stiffens slightly when I grab onto the zipper and lower it.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

I push my lips against her ear and say, “I’m warming you up.”

Her hand reaches down and covers mine, halting my progress. “Hunter, we’re out in public. Someone could walk by at any moment.”

“So,” I tell her as I grab her hand and push it away. “Besides… you have a blanket covering you. No one can see what we’re doing. Just don’t go screaming my name or anything.”

When I skim my fingers under the top band of her underwear, she holds her body stiff for a moment but then capitulates. I know this because her legs fall open, giving me access.

I push my hand down the front of her underwear but, unfortunately, her shorts are too tight and my access is restricted.

“Need to get rid of the shorts, baby,” I breathe into her ear.

“No,” she says, shaking her head.

“Yes,” I tell her as I start pushing the material down her hips. “Just lift your butt up a little, and I can get them off.”

I know she wants to argue, and I know she’s nervous about being seen, but I know more than anything she wants my hand between her legs. She looks down the beach left and then right, apparently satisfied no one is coming at the moment.

She lifts her butt up, and I push the material down. She adds her own hands into the mix and, within a few seconds, both her shorts and panties are down around her knees, and she’s kicking them off. If anyone had been walking by, I’m sure all the motion under the blanket would have been a dead giveaway that she was stripping.

Settling the blanket back over her and pulling it up to her chest, she leans back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Warm me up, Hunter,” she says softly, and I lean in to kiss her on her temple.

“Your wish is my command.”

I don’t waste any effort exploring the softness of the skin on her legs. I bring my hand down right to her center and run my finger up. She sucks in her breath and arches her hips.

“You like that?” I whisper.

“Mmmm. Hmmm.”