Eternity (30 page)

Carlos is busy lathering himself in shower gel while I drench my hair, his eyes carefully watching my every move.

“What?” I ask innocently.

“Come here” he says, pulling me against him. The soapy water makes his skin soft and slippery, as he envelops me in his arms I’m coated with it too. We stand together, the shower gel gives me the excuse to touch him everywhere under the guise of helpfully spreading the soap over his body.

He slaps my ass hard making me shriek, “You had a bubble on your ass, I popped it” he says, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh did I now?” I say, returning the favour by spanking him back, “I just wanted to spank you” I explain simply making, him laugh.

By the time we sit down to breakfast it’s midday, I’m sure Carlos should be working, he’s taken so much time off for me these last couple of weeks, but I don’t want him to go, so I say nothing about it.

Just as we’re finishing breakfast there’s a knock at the door, I look at Carlos and he shrugs “I’m not expecting anyone” he explains, crossing the room to answer it.

Marcus is on the other side, the very sight of him instantly fills me with rage, I hate him more than I’ve ever hated anything in my life. I move to stand next to Carlos showing him we are a united front, not to be messed with.

“I se
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she’
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back then” he sneers. On impulse I pull my hand back, landing it with force, squarely on the side of his face making a gratifying slapping sound.

He looks at me shocked, holding his smarting cheek, “You’re going to let her get away with that?” he demands from Carlos..

“HA!” Carlos laughs, “You deserved it, in fact if she hadn’t have got in there first you would have got a lot worse from me.” He puts his arm around my waist and gives me a little squeeze of approval.

“Well I came to try and speak to you, but I can see she’s been busy brainwashing you against me” he snaps defensively.

“Jeeze, what is your problem?” I can’t believe how outrageous he is, “You were a dick and you got caught out, now everything is good again, but you’re still being a dick, seriously it’s like yo
u
wan
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Carlos to despise you” he opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off, “I’m not finished yet! Look I haven’t said anything to Carlos about you but the truth of what happened the other day; if anything I’ve tried to encourage him to talk to you, but you’re just hell bent on trying to tare us apart So if that’s how you want it, believe me I would be more than happy to ‘turn him against you’ ” I mimic his pathetic voice to wind him up, “or you can just let go of this random vendetta you have against me and maybe, in time, we can all get along?”

He stares me down, not saying a word for an awkwardly long amount of time, “Well?” Carlos prompts, but the only response we get is him storming away, fists clenched by his sides.

“I’ve changed my mind, if you never want to speak to that douche again it’s fine by me” I say, pushing the door closed.

“I told you so” Carlos smiles weakly back. It doesn’t matter how aggravating Marcus is, he’s still his brother and that undeniably runs deep in anybody; sadly I know this won’t be the last we hear from him.

An hour later we are just about to leave the house, I'm reaching for the handle when someone knocks from the other side. I jump back startled, Carlos chuckles at my reaction. "You don't think it's Marcus again do you?" I ask, hoping it's not, but believing the worst.

"There's only one way to find out" Carlos says, pulling the door open.

We are greeted instead with his parents, they are both smiling politely, but after everything that's been going on recently I can only assume this can't be good.

Carlos moves forward and embraces his mother, kissing her cheek in the process and then nods to his dad, "What are you two doing here?" he asks lightly; in his usual cool and collected manner he does not show any of the concern I'm feeling.

"Well actually we were hoping to have a word with Kaitlin" Clara responds, giving me a sixty watt smile, now I see where Carlos gets his from.

"Actually we were just on our way out" Carlos counteracts their request.

"It won't take long" now Tom weighs in, knowing that Carlos will not be able to refuse them a second time without sounding rude.

He turns to me, his expression questioning, we've become so close that this one look says a thousand words to me; all I would have to do is give him one forlorn gaze and he would defy them, no matter what the consequence. But they are clearly concerned or they would not have come here and the last thing I want is to be responsible for another family fall out, so instead I smile sweetly "Of course, please come in" I sing in the most obliging way, stepping back to clear a path for them.

They both visually relax as they follow my lead, Tom pauses at Carlos's side, "Would you give us a moment alone please?" he breathes the words quietly into his sons ear.

Carlos frowns, but obeys all the same, "I need to pop to the office" he states, addressing his father, then to me "I'll be back in twenty minutes" I nod in agreement, smiling to hide my nerves as I watch him leave.

However kindly they put it, I know this is going to be awkward, for all of us, so I quickly decide the best course of action will be a charm offensive; they obviously appreciate manners, so mine must be impeccable to dispel any negative thoughts they may have formed about me, based of Marcus's lies.

"Tom, Carla, can i get you anything, a drink, something to eat? have you had lunch already? We don't have much in, but I can whip up a quick snack if you're hungry?"

They exchange a quick glance, which if I'm not mistaken, shows they are suitably impressed, but refuse my offer all the same. Instead we all take a seat around the lounge area and sit in a relatively uncomfortable silence until Clara finally speaks.

"You probably know why we're here" she starts, I could hazard a guess, but I let her finish, "all this business with the boys has us a little worried. When we met you, you made a great impression on us". I have to bite my lip to stop from giggling at this point; I know she is referring to the dinner we had, but I can't help but conjure up memories of when they actually first met me, naked. I always laugh in stressful situations, I don't know why, but everything seems more funny when you know it shouldn't be. I manage to hold it together as she continues "as you may know we have heard some derogatory things from Marcus and in light of what's happened since, we can only assume that he fabricated them, but as parents it is still our duty to make sure"

"I completely understand" I respond, relieved that they haven't been taken in by his lies, "it was nothing more than brotherly love, gone a bit awry" I surprise myself at how easily the words flow from my lips, even though after this mornings events I am anything but convinced that that was Marcus's true intention.

"That's exactly what we thought" Clara agrees happily, clearly blinkered by her own love for her children; but this is not the time and it's certainly not my place to argue. They are happy with believing that, so I have to be happy with dropping it now.

"Well that was all we needed" Tom advises standing to go "we just wanted to hear it from you" Clara and I follow suit, standing to attention, before they head to the door. They both give me a surprisingly vigorous hug as they pass, I can't help but chuckle inwardly at how easily pleased they are. I'm starting to understand how Carlos and Marcus could have had this on going feud for so long, without them being aware of just how serious it was. All they would have had to do is say it's fine and their parents would seemingly have blindly accepted it. but who am I to judge, every family has it's issues, each to their own I guess.

The whole conversation took less than ten minutes in total, so I busy myself cleaning up the kitchen while I wait for Carlos to return. No more than five minutes later, he bursts through the door, all gallant, ready to save me from some unknown terror, but seeing his parents gone and me none the worse for it, he relaxes. "Well? what did they say?" he asks eager to know the details of our private rendezvous.

"Never you mind, nosey" I tease, chucking the wet sponge I've been using to wipe the surfaces, at him. He jumps to the side so it sails right past him, landing with a squelch on the tiled floor.

"Oh come on, I've been dying to know!" he whines, picking up the sponge and closing the gap between us. Shaking my head I run my fingers across my lips and rotate them at the end, flicking my fingers away, signalling that my lips are sealed.

"I was afraid you might be like this" he says playfully. Quick as a cat he grabs me, squeezing the wetness out of the sponge and down my back "AH!" I scream, squirming to get away, but achieving nothing. As his fingers find my sides I relent "OK, OK, I'll tell you" I manage between laughing and screaming.

He stops his attack, but keeps his hold on me, just in case I dare to change my mind. "It was nothing" I admit, "they just wanted to check that Marcus had lied and they were happy that it was all just make believe."

“Classic, my parents can't cope with any kind of problem, so as long as you say it's fixed their happy!” I had already figured out this much, but it's not often that Carlos divulges information about his family, so I'll take what I can get.

“Well I'd rather that than they hate me too” I say, more to myself than anyone.

“No one hates you” Carlos defends me automatically, “And anyone that does obviously doesn't know you like I do” I'm still folded in his arms as he begins to turn us in slow circles, while listing my qualities.

“You're sweet” he says followed by a kiss to my forehead, “And caring” with a kiss to my nose, “And feisty” kissing my chin, making me giggle “And Sexy” finishing with a long kiss on the lips. He looks into my eyes and stops moving us round, I'm expecting him to make his move, but he just stands there, staring at me.

“And I'm....” he prompts finally, fishing for me to return the compliment.

“Oh!” I laugh only just cottoning on to my supposed part in this, “You are all of the above as well as being brave and protective and everything I've ever dreamed of!” I'm rewarded with another kiss and a cheeky grope.

“So what do you want to do with the rest of today?” Carlos asks.

“I don't know, what are my options?”

“We could go swimming, or fishing, or go do something outside of the resort?” he offers, but nothing is more captivating to me than being with him, preferably naked.

“Or we could stay here and christen every room?” I suggest slyly.

“That is the best idea you've ever had” he growls sexily, lifting me onto the worktop I've just cleaned, “hows this for starters?” in answer to his question I rip off my top and wrap my legs around his body, dragging him towards me.

“Ms. Mavers, you look good enough to eat” he gasps, immediately covering me with little nips, gentle enough not to hurt, but hard enough so that it doesn't tickle and I find that instead, it feels strangely erotic.

I lay back, across the shiny surface, welcoming the cool of the marble against my skin. Holding me firmly by my hips Carlos pulls me towards him so that my lower back rests on the curved edge. From this position he removes my shorts and pants with ease, returning to cover my modesty with his mouth.

I'm starting to love it when he goes down on me. To begin with it was enjoyable sure, but there is something unnerving about having someones face pressed against your most private parts; but the more I grow to trust him, the more pleasurable I find it.

Reaching between my legs I grab a fistful of his hair and begin moving my hips up and down, holding his head firmly in place as I do. Pushing myself hard against his lips, taking everything he has to give and more. Riding him like there's no tomorrow.

My toes and fingers tense against the hard surface, clinging on to the edges so I can push into him without slipping off entirely.

I feel him slip his finger inside me as he lets his tongue loose, his other hand reaching up and to fondle my breast, his expert fingers clamping onto my nipple. I let go into an orgasm, letting him taste my satisfaction.

Rising up he thrusts his hard cock into me, the intensity of it almost making me cum again. I sit up so I can touch him, but it stops him from getting as deep, so I let myself drop back down, enjoying the increasing penetration as I do.

Carlos takes my hand and places it onto my clit, using his fingers to guide my own around it, “I like it when you touch yourself” he pants. This is new, it's normally only something I would do alone, but I've got to admit it adds to my enjoyment, so what the hell. I find the right pace and just go with it.

“Oh sweet you're really turning me on” he says grabbing my hips and hammering his point home, it's just what I need and I can see by the look on his face that he's close too.

With one last thrust we are both undone, leaving us breathless and sweaty but inanely happy.

The rest of the afternoon we spend in a state of undress, moving from room to room, making each one more dirty than the last.

Eventually we end up exhausted and thoroughly dehydrated, sprawled out in our own bed. It's not long before I succumb to sleep, I have had a very energetic day after all; who needs the gym when you have a fine young toy boy to keep up with!?