Conklin's Foundation (Conklin's Trilogy) (38 page)

“I love you too,” I said into my phone.  I hung up
and scrolled to my ereader app then started reading.  Now was a great time to start a good book.  Maybe the steamy scenes would give me some ideas to help bring in the new year, that is, if no one would interrupt us again.

A couple of hours later, around 2:00pm, I decided it was time to give my skin a break from the sun that was beating down.  The breeze
had slowed, and it was becoming a little too warm.

I put my
white sun dress cover up on and headed back to the suite.  I fixed myself some lunch and downed a bunch of water, still feeling under the weather from last night.

I
laid down on our big fluffy bed, hugging the comforter to my body, enjoying the cool feeling of the air conditioning.  Before I knew it, I was getting chilly, and sat out on the porch that extended out of our bedroom.  It connected to the bigger one, but it was nice to have access to both porches from multiple rooms.   Before I was going to go back outside again, I wanted to pull my bangs back.  They got hot with the sun beating down, and even though I swept them to the side, they looked odd when I was sweaty and curled all funny.  Now was the perfect time to give my new beaded headband a try.  Sliding the headband on my head, I walked out to the porch and made myself comfortable on the white lounger.  The cushions were more the size of a twin bed versus a chair.  It was very cozy.  I felt another nap coming…

I heard the sliding door close, waking me from another quick slumber. 

“Have a nice, relaxing day?” Tyler asked with a slight smirk on his face.  He sat down on the edge of the lounger. I stretched my arms and toes out as far as they would go and found the bar on the back of the lounger with my hands, gripping it to help stretch out my arms.

“It was awesome.  I did nothing,” I said with a yawn.  “How was golfing and how was Kob
iashe?”

Tyler shrugged his shoulders
and tossed his Titleist golf hat to the floor.  His dark brown hair was rumpled and sexy.  “Golfing was okay.  I didn’t play as well as I wanted.  And Nathan practically had Kobiashe eating out of the palm of his hand.  Jamie sure knows how to work a table too.  Well a business lunch that is,” he quickly corrected himself.

I laughed out loud.
I was almost positive she could work a table the other way pretty well too.

Tyler just smiled at me
then his eyes caught my headband.  “Is that new?”

I nodded my head and told him about the little girl that was peddling. 

“Sucker,” Tyler teased, putting a hand on the other side of my hip. He was half leaning over me now, and the proximity of him was starting to get to me in a very good way.

He leaned closer, bringing his hand up to touch the headband, a mischievous game was playing in his eyes.
 

“Jamie told me I was being a bad citizen by supporting the peddling little girl,” I said.

“Yes, well, Jamie also said something last night that bothered me,” Tyler said, his eyes becoming hard.

I furrowed my brows at him.  What did she say that upset him?

“Why did she refer to me as gentle?  What exactly was she talking about?”

My face turned re
d as I bit my lip.  I didn’t think Tyler would ever know about my talking to Jamie about our intimacy, and I didn’t think Jamie would ever be dumb enough to open her mouth.  I guess I was wrong.

“She said I was a gentle lover,” he whispered darkly.

“I like how you make love to me,” I said quietly, my face still crimson.  I gripped the back of the lounger tighter, wanting to change the subject.  But Tyler wasn’t having it, and I couldn’t tell if this was a fun game to him or if he were legitimately upset.

“But you
want it harder?” he asked, snaking his hand under my thigh, letting my cover up hike up my leg more.  “Am I boring you?” he said, cocking his head to the side.

I shook my head
no, terrified that he would think something crazy like that.  I never knew how good sex could be until I met Tyler.

He eyed me
then eyed my headband again, a small smile playing on his lips as his eyes became more heated.  He suddenly moved his hands on either side of my hips then trailed them up my sides and to my arms. Goose bumps filled my skin, and my hands were still grasping the back of the chair.

Tyler
leaned in to kiss me then whispered against my lips.  “Let’s have a little fun, shall we?”

I looked at him while taking a sharp inhale, my heart racing from his touch.  He moved his hands
further up my biceps, but his thumbs hooked the headband in my hair, pulling it all the way up along my arms, my hair cascading down, pieces falling one at a time until it was freed.  The feel of the small beads gently massaged my arms as they made their slow route to the top of the lounger.  Tyler kept his eyes on me the entire time, and I was caught in his trance, my chest heaving with his intense stare. 

Tyler moved to grasp one of my hands, gently wrappi
ng the headband around my wrist then through the top bar of the lounger.  He spun the stretchy headband more, tightening it on my one wrist then forcing the headband to loop around my other wrist.  My arms were now attached to the back of the lounger by the beads I bought from a 12-year-old-girl.  I flexed my hands and gave a small tug.  I couldn’t release them, and the blood in my veins started to pump so fast and hard throughout my body I thought I might explode.

Tyler was suddenly straddling me. 
He ran his nose along mine and murmured, “I don’t want you to think I am boring.  So let’s have some fun.”

I sighed as he kissed my neck.  But I quickly stiffened when I heard
a couple of women laughing.

“Tyler, there are people walking around down there.  I can see their heads,” I whispered, as though they would be able to hear.

Tyler kissed my collarbone then ran his nose and tongue downward, ignoring my worry.

“Tyler!” I squirmed, half scolding him.  “What are you doing?  Those people will
hear us!”

When Tyler finally kissed to the bottom of my cover up where my skin was exposed, he gave my thigh a big
wet kiss, never taking his dark blue-green eyes off of me.

“I guess you are going to have to be quiet then,” he said playfully as he started to hike up the dress.  I tugged on my restraint of the headband, forgetting I could
n’t move my arms.  I shuffled my body in discomfort; my eyes were constantly watching people’s heads go by below the balcony.

“Tyler…
,” I started to whine as his hands found the top of my strapless cover up.  He pulled down the fabric, attempting to reveal my breasts, but I still had my bathing suit on underneath.

Tyler kissed the
sides of my breasts, his nose dangerously close to my nipple.  I bit down on my lip hard, trying to hold my breath, worried I was going to be loud and raspy where people could hear.

He nudged my bathing suit top to the side as I squirmed even more, his tongue darting out to taste my flesh.

I couldn’t hold in my gasp as his tongue massaged my sensitive skin.  He pulled his tongue away and blew, causing me to arch my back into him.  I had been so warm all day, but the coolness of his breath gave me tingles inbetween my legs.

I whimpered as he did the same to the other side.

“Shh,” he murmured then began to use his teeth.  I bit down harder on my lip, trying my hardest to keep my sounds of pleasure to myself.

“Tyler,” I
pleaded in a heavy breath.  I looked down at him.  He was smirking.  He was enjoying every bit of this torturous routine, and I couldn’t touch him.  I had the feeling this was only the beginning.

“What baby?” he asked innocently.  He moved his hand to untie my top around my neck then bit down on the fabric, pulling it completely down and exposing
my breasts to the salty air.  He leaned back and gazed down at me, my hands helpless up over my head, resting on the lounger.  “Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” he breathed, his eyes becoming wild.

He leaned down to kiss me on the lips, biting down on the lip that had already become swollen from my own teeth.

He kissed me further downward, my neck and collarbone, then back over my breasts.  His hands found the sides of my already hiked up coverup and pushed it so it was completely over my waist revealing my bikini bottoms.  His Conklin grin made its appearance as he stared down at the light blue fabric.  Licking his lips, his eyes quickly found mine, his grin growing broader as his hands found the straps to the bikini.

“Tyler, NO,” I said more sternly, pulling on my wrists that were wrapped in the headband.

He just grinned even wider, his hands yanking off my bottoms while his head dipped lower.

Shit, what is he doing!  I could see people
walking around on the pathway and on the beach for that matter!

I twisted my hips, trying to get him to stop, but there was no use.  His hands were firmly planted on my thighs, spreading them further apart, exposing me to his
relentless stare.  A breeze came through and I gasped as it hit my skin.

I let out a low moan
while screwing my eyes shut, forgetting where I was as his mouth opened and started to devour.  His hands gripped my thighs, holding them as far apart as they would go.  My legs were well off the lounger, and I found myself arching my back with his invading tongue.

“Tyler,” I groaned as quietly as I could.  “You can’t do this here; there are too many people--Oh!” I gasped, my stomach tightening as he found my most sensitive spot.

“Yes I can,” his voice rumbled into my skin, and I gasped again at the sensation it brought.

His tongue was ruthless, dipping and twirling at all the right angles.  How was I supposed to stay quiet when he was about to
light the string on the explosive that was building low in my belly?

I heard more voices below us and bit down on my tongue harder.  I was going to have callouses all over the inside of my mouth and lips after Tyler’s delicious torture.

My body began to quiver and my legs started to shake.  Tyler moved my thighs so they were on his shoulders now, my ankles locking behind his neck.

I
withered and shifted my body the best I could, wanting to control the quake that was about to erupt throughout my body.  My breathing became heavier and shorter, my breasts now tingling from the warm sea air caressing them.

Just as I thought I might be able to contain the pressure, Tyler flattened his tongue and pressed down harder, making quick pulsating movements.  My legs stiffened then convulsed as my back arched even further, t
he pressure finally releasing in my stomach, making being quiet damn near impossible.  I let out as low of a moan as I could, my tongue panting as I tugged harder on the beaded headband.

Tyler’s tongue was lazy now, as though he
was trying to bring me back, but instead of trying again, his head lifted, eyes smoldering and carnal.  He crawled up my body, one arm snaking under my arched back while the other found the zipper on his freshly pressed khaki pants.  His breath was hot and heavy on my skin, and I could feel his heart hammering against my breasts as his weight was pressed against my body.  He struggled to tug down his pants, and I couldn’t help but think if he would just release me, I could tear those pants off in a nanosecond.

Once his pants and boxers were down far enough, he guided himself in
to me, causing another whimper to escape my mouth. Tyler’s mouth was on mine, demanding and possessive as he plunged on.  He wasn’t being gentle; he was being rough and forceful, and I loved every second of it.

“Tell me how it feels,” he groaned into my mouth.

I gasped as he thrust harder, locking my legs around his hips and meeting his pounding rhythm.

He pulled his head back so I couldn’t kiss him.  “Tell me,” he commanded, his voice low and raspy.

“Amazing.  Don’t stop,” I begged, trying to pull my body forward with his.  He sat up on his knees, moving his hands so they were digging into my thighs.  He was pulling me into him now, and I hated that I couldn’t touch him or kiss him.  My breasts were exposed, and he was staring hungrily down at me, his mouth dropped open.

I tugged harder on the headband, letting out a groan
of frustration.  Tyler smirked then leaned forward to kiss me again.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” he flirted, his breath harsh.

“Yes,” I pleaded.

His grin wide
ned as he kissed me deeply.  My mouth moved fast and needy on him as the threat of another firework was building in my stomach.

I wanted to feel his warm skin and hard stomach.  I wanted to fist his hair as he kissed me, run my hands down his back and dig my nails into him, pull his hips hard into me with greedy fingers.  The thoughts and build up caused me
to yank harder on the restraint.

The elastic snapped and little beads scurried all along the concrete floor as my hands flew to his hair, tugging hard enough to get a moan out of him. 

He put his hand under my waist again, pulling me into him while the other hand found my head, his hand tugging on my hair just as hard as I was tugging on his.