Reciprocity
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Teresa slipped her arm in mine and smiled. “Come, mi niña, let’s find them.”
As we walked through the lobby, I couldn’t help but take notice of how…different things were. Four women were paced with me, talking to me. I was involved and part of the group. In fact, I was the center of attention. It was surreal.
There’d already been so many “what do you want” or “what do you like” questions thrown around—people doing things for me and wanting to know what I wanted.
“There they are,” Caroline said, pointing to exactly where we thought they were—the pool bar. Ian was sitting next to Nathan, his Cheshire grin aimed at Caroline. She beamed back at him. His blond hair was a mess, making it obvious he’d already been in the pool.
“Well, hello, beautiful ladies.” Nathan grinned and pulled me between his open knees, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Extra special hello to my bride.”
He pursed his lips, and I leaned down to meet them. They tasted like beer.
“Are you drunk already?”
He chuckled. “On half a beer? No.”
“So, you’re just being overly charming, laying it on thick.” My eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”
He quirked his brow at me. “What I am up to is cloud-fucking-nine, because I haven’t felt this good or been this happy in years. If I seem drunk, it’s because I’m drunk on happiness and…giddiness. I’m giddy.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re being silly, but I have to admit, it’s fun, and I kinda like it.”
He gave me a quick peck. “Anything for you.”
I drew a circle on his chest with my finger and looked at him from under my lashes. “Anything?”
Ian laughed next to us. “Uh oh, man. She’s breaking out those feminine wiles.”
Nathan backed up and looked me over. “Who is this temptress before me? Because my fiancée isn’t like this.”
“I guess I’m giving in to my inner harlot.”
“Well, I like this inner harlot. Tell me more.” He grabbed onto my ass and pulled me hard between his legs. “What was it you wanted again?”
I placed my arms on his shoulders and ran my fingers through his hair. “I want to go walk on the beach and play in the water.”
“Now? What time is the rehearsal dinner?”
“In a few hours. So, we have about an hour or so before we need to get ready.”
“All right. Let’s go get changed.” He stood up, taking a long last sip of his beer, then grabbed my hand as we walked off. “We’ll be in the water.”
Ian toasted us with his beer. “Have fun!”
We headed into the hotel toward Nathan’s room, walking hand-in-hand. I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.
“You look happy.” He smiled down at me, his free hand brushing a strand of hair back. “It looks so good on you.”
I grabbed hold of his arm and leaned against his shoulder. “I am happy.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Good.”
When we entered his room, I sat down on the bed next to his suitcase. It was a front row view to a strip show, and I’d left my singles back in the room. I licked my lips at the sight of one of my favorite parts of his anatomy swinging as he stepped out of his shorts. He noticed me staring at him and smirked.
“See something you want?” He thrust his hips, making his c**k bounce up and down.
I nodded and gave him a pout. “But it’s not hard yet.”
“I’m trying f**king hard not to.” He shook his head and picked through his suitcase, looking for his swim trunks.
“Why?” He was never one for holding back.
He slapped his trunks at me after he pulled them out. “Because we’ll have all the time in the world for it after the wedding.”
I sighed, enjoying my view, pouting at him as he got dressed. He chuckled and pulled his trunks on. Once they were up, hiding his c**k again, we headed out the door and down to where I was staying.
As soon as we were in the room, I rid myself of my sundress. There was a groan behind me when I bent over to slide my panties down. I smiled, turned toward him and winked. He cursed under his breath, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he adjusted his stance.
Out of my suitcase came the small white bikini Caroline found for me in the fall. It was the only suit I owned, but I figured I’d buy another one while we were in Aruba.
I bent over to slip on the bottoms, and he groaned again.
Nathan’s eyes darkened and he turned from me, his fingers rubbing against his lips. “Motherfucker.” I also caught his hand on his cock. “You are a very bad girl.”
“What?” I adjusted my br**sts, fixing the top so it was just right.
“I f**king forgot about what you’d be wearing. You know how I feel about you in this sad excuse of a bathing suit, and you’re teasing me with it.” His muscles tensed and flexed, teeth mashing. “You’re trying to push my buttons, and I’m not going to give it to you.” His gaze narrowed on me. “I’m onto your games.”
My jaw dropped open. “Are you denying me?”
He nodded. “For being a tease, you aren’t getting any until tomorrow night.”
“But…”
“Besides, we don’t really have time for it.”
I quirked my brow at him and shifted my weight as I crossed my arms, thus pushing my br**sts out more. “Says the man who’s perfected the office quickie.”
He sighed and leaned back against the wall. “What have I turned you into?”
“Exactly what you wanted—a sexual deviant who can’t live without your cock. I believe your official title for me when we’re alone is ‘my little cocksucking slut.’”
He grinned at me and shook his head. “I’ve created a monster.”
“A c**k monster.”
“Yes, a c**k monster. Now throw your dress back on, and let’s go. You wanted to play in the ocean, remember?”
“You distracted me.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck, I love you.”
We walked down to the beach, and I gave a happy sigh when my feet sank into the warm sand. Nathan was staring at me, and I turned to him. “What?”
“I need to make you insanely happy more often, because you are shining.”
As we walked through the lobby, I couldn’t help but take notice of how…different things were. Four women were paced with me, talking to me. I was involved and part of the group. In fact, I was the center of attention. It was surreal.
There’d already been so many “what do you want” or “what do you like” questions thrown around—people doing things for me and wanting to know what I wanted.
“There they are,” Caroline said, pointing to exactly where we thought they were—the pool bar. Ian was sitting next to Nathan, his Cheshire grin aimed at Caroline. She beamed back at him. His blond hair was a mess, making it obvious he’d already been in the pool.
“Well, hello, beautiful ladies.” Nathan grinned and pulled me between his open knees, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Extra special hello to my bride.”
He pursed his lips, and I leaned down to meet them. They tasted like beer.
“Are you drunk already?”
He chuckled. “On half a beer? No.”
“So, you’re just being overly charming, laying it on thick.” My eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”
He quirked his brow at me. “What I am up to is cloud-fucking-nine, because I haven’t felt this good or been this happy in years. If I seem drunk, it’s because I’m drunk on happiness and…giddiness. I’m giddy.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re being silly, but I have to admit, it’s fun, and I kinda like it.”
He gave me a quick peck. “Anything for you.”
I drew a circle on his chest with my finger and looked at him from under my lashes. “Anything?”
Ian laughed next to us. “Uh oh, man. She’s breaking out those feminine wiles.”
Nathan backed up and looked me over. “Who is this temptress before me? Because my fiancée isn’t like this.”
“I guess I’m giving in to my inner harlot.”
“Well, I like this inner harlot. Tell me more.” He grabbed onto my ass and pulled me hard between his legs. “What was it you wanted again?”
I placed my arms on his shoulders and ran my fingers through his hair. “I want to go walk on the beach and play in the water.”
“Now? What time is the rehearsal dinner?”
“In a few hours. So, we have about an hour or so before we need to get ready.”
“All right. Let’s go get changed.” He stood up, taking a long last sip of his beer, then grabbed my hand as we walked off. “We’ll be in the water.”
Ian toasted us with his beer. “Have fun!”
We headed into the hotel toward Nathan’s room, walking hand-in-hand. I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.
“You look happy.” He smiled down at me, his free hand brushing a strand of hair back. “It looks so good on you.”
I grabbed hold of his arm and leaned against his shoulder. “I am happy.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Good.”
When we entered his room, I sat down on the bed next to his suitcase. It was a front row view to a strip show, and I’d left my singles back in the room. I licked my lips at the sight of one of my favorite parts of his anatomy swinging as he stepped out of his shorts. He noticed me staring at him and smirked.
“See something you want?” He thrust his hips, making his c**k bounce up and down.
I nodded and gave him a pout. “But it’s not hard yet.”
“I’m trying f**king hard not to.” He shook his head and picked through his suitcase, looking for his swim trunks.
“Why?” He was never one for holding back.
He slapped his trunks at me after he pulled them out. “Because we’ll have all the time in the world for it after the wedding.”
I sighed, enjoying my view, pouting at him as he got dressed. He chuckled and pulled his trunks on. Once they were up, hiding his c**k again, we headed out the door and down to where I was staying.
As soon as we were in the room, I rid myself of my sundress. There was a groan behind me when I bent over to slide my panties down. I smiled, turned toward him and winked. He cursed under his breath, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he adjusted his stance.
Out of my suitcase came the small white bikini Caroline found for me in the fall. It was the only suit I owned, but I figured I’d buy another one while we were in Aruba.
I bent over to slip on the bottoms, and he groaned again.
Nathan’s eyes darkened and he turned from me, his fingers rubbing against his lips. “Motherfucker.” I also caught his hand on his cock. “You are a very bad girl.”
“What?” I adjusted my br**sts, fixing the top so it was just right.
“I f**king forgot about what you’d be wearing. You know how I feel about you in this sad excuse of a bathing suit, and you’re teasing me with it.” His muscles tensed and flexed, teeth mashing. “You’re trying to push my buttons, and I’m not going to give it to you.” His gaze narrowed on me. “I’m onto your games.”
My jaw dropped open. “Are you denying me?”
He nodded. “For being a tease, you aren’t getting any until tomorrow night.”
“But…”
“Besides, we don’t really have time for it.”
I quirked my brow at him and shifted my weight as I crossed my arms, thus pushing my br**sts out more. “Says the man who’s perfected the office quickie.”
He sighed and leaned back against the wall. “What have I turned you into?”
“Exactly what you wanted—a sexual deviant who can’t live without your cock. I believe your official title for me when we’re alone is ‘my little cocksucking slut.’”
He grinned at me and shook his head. “I’ve created a monster.”
“A c**k monster.”
“Yes, a c**k monster. Now throw your dress back on, and let’s go. You wanted to play in the ocean, remember?”
“You distracted me.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck, I love you.”
We walked down to the beach, and I gave a happy sigh when my feet sank into the warm sand. Nathan was staring at me, and I turned to him. “What?”
“I need to make you insanely happy more often, because you are shining.”
