My Boyfriend's Dad Page 26

  But I was lying if I told myself I wasn’t hopeful something would happen.

  Watching her take in that book made me wanton for her all the more. A woman who was thirsty for knowledge was the best kind of woman to have at one’s side. She flipped the pages effortlessly, as if the action was ingrained into her muscle memory. I cocked my body toward her, shifted to get comfortable.

  And the action pulled her from her trance.

  “What?” she asked with a giggle.

  “Whatever you’re reading must be good,” I said.

  “It’s an incredible book. Have you read it?” she asked.

  “I haven’t.”

  “It’s about the first ever medically documented transgender female.”

  “Hell of a beach book to be reading,” I said.

  “It’s an incredible story. Her journey is…”

  Kylie shook her head as tears rose to her eyes.

  “I can’t imagine what she went through,” I said.

  “Me either.”

  “Maybe I could read it once you’re done?”

  “I’ll put it on your desk,” she said with a kind smile.

  “You know I’m not trying to pressure you, right?” I asked.

  She sighed and shook her head before she dabbed at her tears.

  “We’ve already had this conversation, Ryan. Yes, I know you’re not trying to pressure me or influence my decision in any way.”

  “I only want to be sure you know it.”

  “I understand. I want to be on this trip. I want to spend this time with you. Getting away sounds like a dream right now, and it’s a very welcomed distraction from everything back home.”

  “I feel the same way,” I said.

  “So, what’s the plan when we land?” she asked as she closed her book.

  “Don’t let me keep you from your reading.”

  “I’ve gotten to a good place to stop. I have to take an emotional break from it anyway. The subject matter and the personal emotions get heavy at times.”

  I nodded my head as she shifted her curled-up body to face mine.

  “Well, once we land we’re going to go check into the hotel. Then I figured we could spend the day out on the beach.”

  “Oh, sounds nice. Good thing I packed sunscreen,” she said.

  “Then I have dinner reservations for us.”

  “Oh, a fancy dinner. I didn’t pack anything fancy to wear,” Kylie said.

  “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got something for you that’ll work just fine.”

  “You bought me an outfit.”

  “I did. I figured you wouldn't pack one.”

  “And you’re really not trying to sway my mind?” she asked.

  “No. Not your mind.”

  I bit down on the edge of my tongue to keep from digging myself into any more holes. But the grin that trickled across her cheeks made me curious. Had she enjoyed that comment? Would she be upset if I made another one like it?

  “Okay, so hotel, then beach day, then hotel to change, then fancy dinner. What’s next?” she asked.

  “We’ll settle in for the night and relax.”

  “Uh-huh. And what does this relaxing consist of?”

  Was she toying with me? Or was she serious?

  “The private balcony has a Jacuzzi hot tub. We could always get into that, have a drink. Or we could order a movie and have a snack. Whatever you want really. The weekend is ours to use however we see fit.”

  She playfully rolled her eyes before unfurling herself from the seat.

  “I think I know exactly what I want to do to relax,” she said.

  But she didn’t go any further than that.

  My groin pulsed at the idea of having her again. Was she being playful for a reason? I had told her there were no requirements, no sex necessary. But that little lilt in her voice. That playful grin of hers. It suggested something much more sinister in all the best ways. She went back to reading her book, and I attempted to distract myself, but even in the reflection of the plane window, I took in the beautiful length of her legs.

  We landed and checked into the hotel. Then we got changed into our bathing suits. The second she walked into her room, she gasped, and it forced a smile across my cheeks. I couldn’t wait to see her in that outfit tonight. I couldn’t wait to see the pearls strung around her neck and the black heels with the red bottoms flex her legs. I shivered at the thought as I stripped down and pulled my bathing suit on.

  And when Kylie came out in her little string bikini, I almost exploded against the fabric of them.

  It was bright yellow and barely hung on by the bows tied around her body. She slipped on a sheer piece of fabric that was peddled as a sorry excuse for a dress. Her flip-flops sounded against the marbled flooring of the penthouse suite, and her wide-brimmed hat covered the massive sunglasses on her face. She was the most beautiful thing in the world to me, and her smile made her all the cuter.

  “Ready to go?” Kylie asked.

  “Whenever you are,” I said.

  “And just to let you know, you’re going to have to put sunscreen on my back. I can’t reach.”

  Holy fuck, this woman was going to kill me.

  We spent the day on the beach, lounging around and getting some sun. I had to reapply sunscreen on her back twice, and it took all the energy I had not to take advantage of the opportunity. At one point in time, she even fell asleep, right there underneath the sun as it glistened on her skin and tanned her body. I saw men glancing at her every chance they got, and it caused a protective instinct within my bones. I situated myself closer to her, then rested my foot against hers.

  They all needed to know who she was with and what their place was when it came to Kylie.

  “Mmm, I think I fell asleep.”

  “You’ve been asleep for about thirty minutes,” I said.

  “Then I guess I have to turn over.”

  “Or we could go take a dip in the ocean.”

  “Mmmm, I don’t want to expend the energy before dinner. I feel so relaxed. I don’t want to have to get up,” she said.

  “Then I could walk on over to the beachside cabana and get us a couple drinks. It’ll have a straw and you won’t even have to move.”

  “No, no, no. You've spent enough money.”

  “What?” I asked with a chuckle.

  “Don’t spend any more money on me. I saw that outfit. I took in that hotel suite. You’ve spent enough money on this weekend. I can’t imagine what dinner will cost, so no more spending money. Just relax with me, Ryan. Come on, lie back down.”

  “I’d like to relax with a drink in my hand,” I said.

  “Okay. But then you’ll come back and sit with me?”

  I smiled down at her as I reached over and smoothed her hair from her face.

  “I won’t be long,” I said.

  I stood up and headed on over to the bar. I loved that she simply went with the flow. She didn’t attempt to force anything. Nor did she gun for my money. That was a foreign concept to me—a woman who didn’t want me for my money. She felt relaxed enough with me to have me put sunscreen on her. Then she felt comfortable enough falling asleep beside me, knowing damn well and good I’d protect her from anything that came by to harm her.

  Every second that passed with her at my side sank me deeper into her trench.

  After spending hours on the beach and finally convincing her to have a glass of rum punch, we made our way back to the hotel. It was time to get ready for the dinner I had planned for us. It was at a beachside restaurant with seating out over the ocean. It had the best seafood in the area and the view was supposed to be spectacular. I took a shower and cleaned myself up, then slipped into an all-black suit I’d brought for the occasion.

  The second Kylie stepped into the living room, my jaw hit the floor.

  I mean, I knew how to buy dresses, but nothing could have prepared me for the way she looked. Her beautiful hair was piled high on her head. The heels flexed her long legs
all the way up to her ass. The black dress clung softly to her curves with the fabric falling down her shoulders. It even looked as if the underwear I’d purchased for her fit just right. The push-up bra underneath the dress made her cleavage shine, and the pearls that lined her neck made me want to strip her down and pin her to the fucking wall.

  I watched the way her eyes explored me as well, and I basked in the glow of her wandering eyes.

  “Ready for dinner?” I asked as I offered her my arm.

  Her eyes snapped up to mine before she walked over to me and placed her hand in the crook of my arm.

  “Starving,” she said with a grin.

  Then the two of us set out to have a romantic dinner over the ocean with glasses of wine to toast our weekend.

  Kylie

  Dinner was phenomenal. The view from the terrace we ate on was incredible, and the sounds of the ocean backdropping our conversation was something I knew I’d never forget. And the food. Oh. I shivered with every bite I took. There were moments when Ryan would offer me a taste of his, and he’d hold out his fork to feed me. He even let me feed him a couple times, causing happiness to bubble in my gut. The entire day with him had been magical. Lying out on the beach. Feeling his hands rubbing sunscreen into my skin. Drinking a glass of rum punch as the two of us stood in the water, the waves lapping against our shins.

  There had been moments when I didn’t want to spoil anything with conversation.

  “Did you enjoy dinner?” Ryan asked as we headed back to the hotel.

  “It was phenomenal. Thank you so much,” I said.

  “You’re very welcome. I’m glad you liked it. The place is pretty new. It got rave reviews for its first two months. I figured I’d get us in so we could try it.”

  “Did you have to bribe the place or something?” I asked.

  Ryan looked away from me, pursing his lips to try not to smile.

  “You did not,” I said.

  “Restaurants like that are always looking for contributing monetary partners.”

  “What?!” I exclaimed.

  “It was only three hundred thousand dollars, and for ten percent no less. That place will do well in an area like this.”

  “You bought a percentage of a restaurant just to get us in there, Ryan? Are you serious?”

  “I wanted to take you there. And I wanted to go myself. They were booked solid for the next seven months, so I offered what I could.”

  “You can’t go around taking percentages of restaurants just to get us to eat in them.”

  “Why not? They needed the money and we needed food.”

  “You paid over three hundred thousand dollars for a date!” I exclaimed.

  “So, this was a date?”

  He looked over at me with that mischievous stare, and I scoffed. Then a giggle fell from my lips as I shook my head. The man was relentless, but his question did give me pause. The idea of a date had sort of fallen out of my mouth before I could catch it. But was it a date? Did he want it to be a date?

  Because I wanted it to be a date.

  “Come on,” Ryan said with a chuckle. “Let’s get you upstairs and rested. I think you’re a little exhausted from the heat this afternoon.”

  “Yeah, and I think the ocean made you a little crazy,” I said.

  He laughed to himself all the way up the elevator. I wanted to slap him against his chest to get him to stop, but soon my laughter matched his. Then the two of us were falling apart in it. I held my stomach as I walked out of the elevator, his hand guiding me out and helping me stay upright. I felt lighter than I’d felt in so long, and belly-laughing alongside Ryan made me feel daring and beautiful.

  “So,” he said as he drew in a deep breath. “What are we getting into now? A movie? The hot tub? Sleep? What do you wish to do, Kylie?”

  I let out one more session of laughter before my purse dropped and I kicked off my heels. I had my eyes on that hot tub, and I was getting in it. I could already feel the hot bubbles popping against my skin. But I didn't want to bother with a swimsuit. I peeked behind me as I slid the zipper of my dress down, watching as Ryan’s eyes followed the movement. He licked his lips as the fabric piled to the floor. Then I walked over to the sliding glass door.

  “You coming?” I asked.

  His eyes met mine, and a surge of confidence echo through my bones. I reached up and unclasped my bra, allowing it to drop down my arms and pool at my feet. I could’ve sworn I heard a growl emanate from Ryan’s chest, and before I knew it I had hooked my fingers into my lacy black panties he’d purchased for me and slid them down my thighs. I held them up before dropping them to the floor and looking back at him, my eyes dropping to his crotch.

  He was straining against his pants, and I wanted him more than I had wanted any other man in my life.

  “Suit yourself,” I said.

  I slid the glass door open and swayed my hips deeply. I reached the control panel, then got into the hot tub naked, but I wasn’t in there by myself for long. I turned around and saw Ryan approach, sliding the tie from around his neck. His suit coat hit the floor before he took off his belt, snapping it and causing it to crack.

  My tits hardened at the sound as he stripped for my viewing pleasure.

  “You’re very naughty,” he said as he stepped in. “You really should be taught a lesson in what happens when you tease me.”

  “Will you use that belt?” I asked with a grin.

  He quirked a brow before he rushed to me. His arm wrapped around me and held me tightly to him, and I pressed into his chest. I gasped as he lips met mine. Heated. Wanton. Domineering. His tongue forced its way through my lips as his cock slipped between my legs, bouncing and pulsing as it rested against my pussy folds. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I moaned into his lips. He fisted my body and sank us into the water, sitting to the side before he pulled me into his lap.

  I straddled him and felt the tip of his cock catch my entrance, and I paused to take it all in: the bubbles rolling, the cool beach air whipping against our bodies, the sounds of the ocean crashing against the shore.

  Ryan raked his teeth along my lower lip and grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto his cock. I groaned at the sensation, threw my head back and breathed his name. He commanded my body, rolled my hips anyway he pleased. The heat of the water and the heat of his skin and the strength of his grasp was too much for me.

  I couldn’t take it.

  I needed him like I needed sunlight, or air to breathe, or water to drink.

  “Ryan,” I said breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.”

  He thrust his hips into me as his thumb slid between my pussy folds. My forehead came down onto his, grinding into him as he played with my body. His hand came up to cup my breast. He tugged at my nipple and rendered me breathless. Water sloshed over the sides as electricity surged through my veins, and his lips crashed against mine as I poured over the edge.

  “Ryan! Ryan. Oh…shit, Ryan.”

  He swallowed my sounds as I came around his cock, my walls fluttering around his growing girth.

  I rode his cock until my body relaxed against his, but we didn’t stay there for long. He grabbed my waist and floated me off his body before bending me over the edge of the tub. My tits pressed against the cool edge, hardening my nipples into painful peaks I ached to massage. Ryan’s cock slid against my folds and up my ass crack, painting me with his precum before he slid back in. His hand fisted the bun of my hair. He snapped his hips against mine as I clung to the edge. I bucked back into him, lost myself in him, felt him scrape along that beautiful spot that had my jaw already unhinged and ready to cry out.

  “Damn it, Kylie. You feel too damn good. The things you do to me? Illegal. Damn it, just fucking illegal.”

  I smiled at his words as a breathless giggle tumbled from my lips.

  “You think that’s funny?” he asked.

  “Oh,” I said with a moan.

  His cock raged harder, blurring the lines between pain and pleasur
e.

  “You think it’s funny to tease me after working so hard to resist you?”

  “Ryan,” I said in a whisper, “keep going.”

  Then I felt a searing pain spread across my ass cheek, followed by a crack that thundered in my ears.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  Ryan stopped his movements, allowing me to catch my breath. My eyes fell closed and I gulped deeply, taking in the pain spreading throughout my legs. It hurt so much, and yet it felt so good. Too good.

  Much too good for something like that.

  “Do it again,” I said breathlessly.

  His hand smoothed over the mark I knew he’d left behind on my skin.

  “Again, Ryan. Please.”

  I felt him pull back and thrust into me before his hand came down on my other ass cheek. I cried out, whimpered into the breeze of the ocean as he took me against the hot tub. Slap after slap. Crack after crack. And all the while, I felt like I was soaring, flying, tumbling into another dimension where nothing existed but Ryan and me. His hand tightened in my hair as hot water poured over onto the private balcony we had. I cried out over the small beach town of California, yelling his name and pleading with him for more.

  “Ryan, yes! Give me more, please. Ryan, don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m coming. I’m coming. Ryan, don’t stop! I’m coming! Please!”

  He slid into me one last time before I heard a roar fall from his lips. It was raw, angry, filled with a burning desire I felt saturate the caverns of my pussy. I pressed myself back into his pelvis. His cock slide against that incredible spot he always hit. My entire body locked up and my legs began to shake. Then I felt myself collapse against the edge of the tub.

  Everything muted in that moment. Sounds dimmed and my eyes darkened. My head stopped spinning and the ground was no longer there, and the only thing that existed was me. I felt myself floating, wandering aimlessly in the darkness. My body convulsed and my arms went limp and I felt the hot water slowly sliding over my body.