Connected by the Tide (10 page)

“Don’t come yet,” she whispered into his ear.

His hands ran up her back, feeling the skin between her shoulder blades. The expanse of her torso was so small. His hand could reach across it entirely. He rubbed his fingers into her skin, massaging her.

She grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, lifting herself up. When they
were off, she returned to his lap.

When he felt his cock between her lips, he squeezed her as he gasp
ed. The flesh was soft and warm. Now he really wanted to have sex. If she wanted to, he wasn’t sure if he could say no. He had never been with a hotter girl than Ren. She was gorgeous enough to be a supermodel if she wanted to be. He thrust his hips gently, moving across her folds.

She grabbed his hand then guided it to her entrance. When her
mouth was near his ear, she whispered, “I like three fingers.”

He bit his lip as he moaned. He rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion. Her face was
pressed against his, and she looked into his eyes, breathing heavily. The longer he touched her, the more spastic she became. Her breaths came out as gasps, and she clutched his shoulders. He wasn’t even inside her yet.

She grabbed his cock then massaged the tip with her thumb, brushing over the surface with a precise touch. She stimulated him until he started to leak. When she started to stroke him in the water, he in
serted his three fingers inside her. She moaned so loud it was almost a scream. Perry barked, but they both ignored him.

The heat between them burst into an inferno. He moved his fingers into her hard and fast, wanting to please h
er as much as possible. The more she got off, the harder she jerked him under the water. He was thrusting into her, pretending that he was really fucking her. He wanted to be inside her so bad, feeling her wet pussy against his cock. The thought and her touch had him shaking. He stared at her tits, which were moving in his face, and felt the orgasm begin. He wanted her to join him so he rubbed her clit while he fingered her, rocking into her.

When she pressed her mouth against his, open and exhaling heavy breaths, he knew she was there. He
r nails dug into the skin of his shoulder, and she started to rock him hard, her moans becoming louder.

That’s when he le
t himself go, coming into her hot tub. He breathed into her mouth, gasping as he felt himself shoot out. The sight of him coming made her come as well. With loud moans, loud enough that the neighbors would definitely hear, she gripped him as she came, squeezing him tightly. He continued to thrust his fingers inside her until she rested her forehead against his, gasping for breath. They both looked at each other while they overcame their exhilaration.

He pulled his hand out then gripped her neck, pulling her forehead to his lips. He kissed her gently before he pulled away. She looked at him, a soft expression in her eyes. He wasn’t sure what he
’d done to elicit the emotion, but he didn’t ask. She grabbed his face and kissed him, slipping her tongue inside his mouth. He didn’t care for kissing, especially after sex, but he loved kissing her. His hands ran over her body as she kissed him, loving the feel of her lips on his. When she pulled away, he saw the love in her eyes. She didn’t say it, it didn’t need to be said, but he saw it. He felt the pain in his chest when he looked at her, knowing she meant more to him than he thought. She was beautiful, captivating, and perfect. For first time, he knew he could move on from Sydney. He hadn’t thought about her once since they got together. And the only time he did think about her was when he realized he wasn’t thinking about her. It was a good feeling.

Ren
wrapped her arms around his neck then pressed her forehead against his. Neither one of them said anything. Henry didn’t like to cuddle after sex, either, but he enjoyed being close to her. He never wanted to let her go.

“My friends are going to the beach tonight,” she whispered.

“Oh?”

“You
wanna come?”

“Of course.”
Actually, he wanted to lie in bed with her, holding her, but he would do anything she wanted. As long as he got to be with her, he didn’t care what they did.

“I don’t want to go, but I told them I would.”

“What would you rather do?”

“Stay here with you.”

“Me too.”

She pulled away then climbed out of the hot tub. She grabbed her bikini from the water but didn’t put it on. Henry ju
st stared at her naked body, mesmerized by every curve and every detail. Every dimension was perfect. He didn’t know what his favorite feature was. He loved them all. “I’m going to shower.”

“Me too,” he said as he jumped up.

“I’m always lonely in the shower.”

“It’s a very lonely place.”

They both dried off before they walked into the house. He followed her to her bedroom then into the shower. When she stepped inside, she started to wash her hair while he stood behind her. He pushed against her, his dick against her ass, and started to rub soap into her skin. When he got to her ass, he rubbed it for a long time, feeling his breaths come out deep and heavy. When she turned around to rinse the shampoo from her hair, he started to massage her tits, cleaning them even though they were already chlorine free.

He wrapped his arm around her then placed her foot on the bathtub wall, slightly elevated. He scooted closer to her then grabbed her face and kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth. His hand slid down her back, feeling the steep curve. He never grew tired of kissing her. He could do it all day.

She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the muscles of his pectorals and his stomach. Henry knew her favorite feature was his chest. She seemed to touch it more than any other place. Ren reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking him gently as he kissed her. She let him breathe into her mouth as he gasped momentarily, loving the feel of her hand around his shaft. She squeezed harder, jerking him.

He slipped
his fingers inside her. She was so wet, there was no resistance. It was like a slide. He moved his hand as far back as it would go, feeling her entire entrance. She broke their kiss as she breathed heavily, but he wouldn’t let her. He loved kissing her. He didn’t want to stop. He devoured her mouth, taking complete possession of it. The combination of everything sent him firing off. He shot out on her stomach, but she kept going. The feel of his hot jizz seemed to get her off, because she followed right behind him. Her nails dug into his back, almost drawing blood. Her lips became immobile as she finished, enjoying her ecstasy. When she was done, he pulled her leg down then pushed her against the wall, kissing her again. Her hands glided through his hair gently as they embraced under the hot water.

When he pulled away, he rubbed his nose against hers as he looked into her eyes. He wanted to say something to her, but he didn’t know what.
Something to describe how he felt in that moment, but he was at a loss of words. All he knew was he didn’t feel the same way he’d felt a few days ago. Everything had changed.

16

When they arrived at the beach, people were sitting in circles around the bonfires. One guy was playing a
guitar while all the women sat around and listened to him play, swooning. A few guys were playing soccer with their shirts off, even though the sun had set hours ago. The warmth of the climate still clung to Henry as they moved across the sand. He reached for Ren’s hand, and she didn’t pull it away. Instead, she smiled at him.

She was wearing denim shorts with a white shirt that
fell over one shoulder. A golden necklace hung around her throat, shining in the light of the fires. Her blonde hair looked even brighter in the light.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he kissed her on the forehead.

She smiled at him but said nothing.

When they walked past the groups, she stopped when she reached her friends. “Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” a brunette said as she hugged her. She turned to Henry. “Who’s this?”

“Henry,” she answered.

Her friend looked at their joined hands. “You’ll have to spill it later,” she whispered.

Ren smiled then looked at Henry. “This is my friend Rachel.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a nod.

“And this is Katie and Clara,” she said to
the two other girls. Henry shook their hands politely.

Katie smiled at Ren. “Now I know why you were trying to make excuses not to come.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she said nothing.

Henry wrapped his arm around her waist, being more possessive with her. Since she didn’t mind holding hands with him, he assumed she wouldn’t mind. “Want a beer?” he said into her ear.

“Yes, please.”

“Can I get you ladies anything?”

“We’re good,” they said as they held up their cans.

Henry nodded then walked away, knowing they would start chattering a
bout him as soon as he left. Her girlfriends were cute, but their beauty was nothing compared to Ren’s. Her eyes shone brighter than all the campsites combined. When he reached the cooler, he saw someone he didn’t care for.

“Hey!” Aaron said as he clapped Henry on the shoulder with a hard smack.

Henry immediately knew he was drunk. It was common knowledge that he hated the guy. After what Aaron did to Sydney, Henry wanted nothing more than to see him get his face kicked in. Henry ignored him and opened the ice chest.

“So, Sydney’s engaged? I still can’t believe it.”

Henry grabbed the cans from the ice then closed the lid.

“I heard she started crying when you kissed her. That must have wounded your self
-esteem,” he said with a laugh.

Henry glared at him, pissed that he even knew about it. Who did Sydney tell? It was obvious that Aaron was completely wasted. Even t
hough Henry didn’t like the guy, he knew he wasn’t an asshole on a regular basis. He bit back his anger then walked away, knowing getting into a fight wouldn’t be fair since Aaron couldn’t see his nose from his anus.

Henry returned to Ren then handed her the beer. She was chattering with her friends, talking about the luau she worked at. Henry looked across the beach and saw Aaron talking to Sydney. His muscles immediately tensed.

Coen was nowhere nearby. Nancy was a few feet away, talking to Derek, but they didn’t seem to notice that Sydney was talking to Aaron. Since Aaron was drunk, Henry felt very uncomfortable at the sight.

“Look who
it is,” Katie said as she glanced over her shoulder.

“Yuck,” Clara said. “Talk about a walking STD.”

Henry ignored them, his gaze focused on Sydney.

“I can never seem to get away from him,” Ren said, moving closer to Henry.

“Dane is a piece of shit. You are better without him anyway,” Katie said. “And his girlfriend looks like someone hit her face with a tennis racket.”

The conversation between Aaron and Sydney
started to grow into an argument. He could tell by the way Sydney was standing that she wanted to get away from him. Soon, Aaron’s arms were flailing about as he yelled at her. When he grabbed her arm viciously, Henry snapped.

“I’m so glad you are here with me,”
Ren said as she leaned into him.

Henry broke the contact
then sprinted across the beach, tackling Aaron to the ground. Sydney’s eyes widened in shock when she saw them hit the sand. Henry gripped Aaron’s throat as he slammed punch after punch into his face, making blood spill from his nose and his lip. “Don’t you ever touch her like that again, fucking asshole!” He slammed his fist into Aaron’s face again.

“Stop!”
Sydney said.

He held back his next punch and looked at Aaron. Blood was dripping from his face into the sand. Sydney grabbed Henry’s arm and pulled him to his feet.

“What the hell was that?” she asked.

“He was grabbing you,” he snapped. “You expect me just to stand there and do nothing?”

“Henry, I appreciate it, but I can take care of myself.”

“Coen isn’t here. I had to do something.”

“Baby, are you okay?” Coen said as he ran up to her. “What the fuck just happened?” He looked her over carefully, making sure there wasn’t even a scratch on her skin.

“I’m okay,” she said quickly.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked.

“No. He’s just drunk and emotional.”

Seeing them together just made Henry hurt all over again. Sydney didn’t care that he’d intervened. If anything, she seemed annoyed by it. Coen only had eyes for her, and she only had eyes for him. It was like Henry didn’t exist. “Why did you tell him I kissed you?” he snapped.

Sydney finally looked at him. “What?”

“He knew I kissed you and you started crying. How the fuck did he know that?”

“I don’t know.  I didn’t tell him, Henry.”

“But you are telling everyone else?” he snapped.

She looked speechless.

“Just forget it. I’m sorry I’m such a nuisance to both of you.” He stormed off back up the beach. Everyone was huddled around, looking at the scene of the fight. Henry pushed through them as he headed back to Ren. She was nowhere in sight. Her friends were gone, too. When he picked up his phone to call her, it was off. He knew he’d fucked up.