He was beautiful, his chest bare, his back bowed as he thrust his cock into his fist, mimicking the act of sex as he powered his shaft forward.
Her * clenched; her clit fluttered, demanding her attention. She slipped her hand into her shorts and palmed her sex, needing release.
She whispered out a gasp as she watched his tempo increase, wishing she were bold enough to walk out there and face him, show him what she needed.
She wanted to give them both what they obviously wanted. But she couldn’t. Staying hidden was thrilling, making her throb with want and need, but it was wholly unsatisfying when who she really wanted was standing out there on the beach, satisfying himself.
He’d wanted her tonight; the evidence had been so clearly outlined. And she’d walked away. Now he was taking care of his own needs when she could be out there, on her knees in the sand, her mouth on his beautiful cock, licking the crest, taking him between her lips, and sucking him until he exploded. Until they both exploded.
Her body taut with need, her legs shook as she swept her fingers over her aching *, her pulse pounding as she slipped her fingers inside, imagining what it would feel like if Garrett pushed her to the sand and plunged his cock inside her.
She let out a low moan, her fingers wet and her * gripping them tight as she watched him. His body was utter perfection as he rapidly jerked his cock. He looked like a god of the ocean out there, his body bathed in moonlight, his head tilted back as he moved with the fluid grace of someone who knew his own needs so well.
He was close to coming. So was she as she rubbed the heel of her hand against her clit.
She wanted him to fuck her, wanted to feel his muscled body hot and slick against hers, driving relentlessly into her, rolling against her until she splintered.
And when he thrust his hips forward and come jettisoned from his cock, she bit down on her lip and forced back her cry as she released, burying her fingers inside her * as waves of orgasm poured from her. They were coming together, and all she wanted was Garrett inside her, gripping her hips as he pounded his release into her.
Damp and shaken, she turned away, resting against the wall. She pulled her hand from her shorts as she caught her breath and closed her eyes, reliving the moment over and over again as her body pulsed with the aftereffects of that amazing orgasm.
When a few minutes had passed and she dared to take a peek out the window, Garrett was gone.
She went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were pink, her skin was damp, and her whole body trembled.
So much for fleeing in here to cool her body down. She was a wreck. Her nipples tingled and her * quivered. She was still turned on, the images in her head nowhere near going away.
Facing Garrett tomorrow was going to be very difficult.
Running away from him tonight hadn’t helped at all. It had only made it worse.
THIRTEEN
GARRETT GOT UP AND WENT FOR A RUN EARLY, THEN grabbed some juice and went right to the gym for a lifting workout. That’s where he met Alicia, who came in dressed in tight-fitting spandex yoga pants and a tank top.
“Mind if I work out with you?” she asked, setting her towel and bottled water on the elliptical.
Jacking off last night hadn’t put him in any better mood. He figured the run might generate some endorphins, but he was still in a mood. “You can do whatever you want. There’s plenty of equipment here.”
She didn’t seem bothered. “Okay, thanks.”
She plugged earbuds in, turned on what he assumed was music, and started her workout. Instead of concentrating on her fine ass moving up and down on the elliptical, he was determined to focus on his workout. The one thing he could always count on to distract him was training his body. He worked with the weights, at least the ones he was allowed to do on his own, which meant legs and abs. Upper-body training was off-limits except under the direction of his trainers or his therapist, so he’d have to wait for Alicia.
He’d lost track of time, but he hadn’t lost track of Alicia, who after working up a sweat on the elliptical had moved to weights.
She was strong. She hadn’t once asked him to spot her, and despite being slight, she could heft a decent amount of weight on her own. He was impressed, and he liked watching her body.
Which he shouldn’t be doing at all since that’s what had put him in a bad mood to start with. He should do less ogling of her form and more paying attention to his own.
“You ready for me to work with you on your upper body?” she asked, swiping the towel over her neck and chest, which only made him focus on her breasts, which weren’t large but still made him want to run his tongue across her cleavage. She was damp with sweat, which only made him think of getting her sweaty in other ways.
Naked.
Dammit.
“Sure.” The sooner he finished this workout, the sooner he could avoid her, which was his new plan. Avoidance.