On the Rocks (16 page)

“This is your big plan?” She glanced at the boat and then back at me.

“Yes. I figured a romantic dinner out on the water qualified as big.”

“On that? We’re going to eat a romantic dinner on that thing?” One of the best parts of Carly was her reaction to things. She was so honest it was funny. It’s why I went out of my way to tease her.

“What’s wrong with it?” I looked at the tiny little rowboat. Did she really think I’d pull something like that?

“No comment.”

I pulled her back against my chest. “Babe, we’re not taking that boat.”

“Then which one are we taking?” She glanced around the marina.

“That one.” I turned her so she was looking at the yacht docked two down from where we stood.

“Uh, I don’t think that’s your boat.”

I laughed. “Not by a long shot. It belongs to a happy client of mine.”

“A client is letting you borrow a boat like that? That’s a lot of trust.”

“The captain comes with the loan. Really he’s just trusting we don’t trash it.”

“Does a chef come with it too?”

“But of course.” I led her over to the boat. I really hoped I was earning points. I’d never gone out of my way to organize something like this, especially not under such short notice, but Carly was worth it.

She leaned up and kissed me on the lips. “You’re amazing.”

“So are you.” I squeezed her hand, and we climbed on.

After introducing Carly to the staff, I’d actually lived on board for a week the previous summer and knew them well, I led her over to the starboard side while we pulled out of the marina. I’d timed everything to the sunset, and I loved watching her smile as she watched the pink, orange, and yellow colors cross the sky. “This is beyond beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so.” I put an arm around her shoulder. It never ceased to amaze me how perfectly she seemed to fit at my side. A good four inches shorter than me, her head came to rest right at the crook of my arm.

We enjoyed the sunset before I led her over to the carefully set table. I’d left the dinner and wine selections to the on board chef, and I hoped Carly approved. From what I’d seen she wasn’t a particularly picky eater.

She seemed to love the mussels and lobster tails, and she didn’t leave any of her shrimp cocktail untouched. Clearly she loved seafood. After clearing our plates the staff went inside and left us with what was left of our wine.

Carly immediately returned to the railing. “You’re not going to try to get me to dive tonight, right? Because if so you should have done it before we ate.”

I laughed. “Your first dive isn’t going to be in open water. We’ll start with a shore dive.”

“We’ll start? It doesn’t sound like you’re even questioning it.”

“Should I be?”

“Probably. I’ve never even considered doing it before.”

“I won’t bug you about it tonight, but don’t think you’re off the hook.”

“You’re really smart.” She lopped her arm through mine.

“Not to ruin the evening? Of course. I’m not taking the chance of interfering with my guarantee of getting lucky tonight.”

“Guarantee?” Her expression told me I was successfully riling her up. I was starting to see that for us getting frustrated with each other was a turn on. A major turn on.

“Yes. And you thought I was the easy one.”

“I’m not easy, Macon.” She turned away, but I could see the slight smile.

“You’re not?” I leaned in and brushed my lips against her ear. “I really thought you were.”

“Not at all.”

I sucked lightly on her earlobe. “That’s too bad. I was looking forward to tonight.”

She leaned back into me, making me instantly hard. “Just because I’m not easy doesn’t mean we won’t have fun. Sometimes the best things are the ones you have to work for.”

“Oh, this is going to be work.” I didn’t mean seducing her. I meant holding it together until we got home. I knew this client well, but not well enough to have sex with my girlfriend in one of his bedrooms. Or did I? He probably would expect it anyway.

“Come with me.” I tugged on her arm gently pulling her with me down the stairs. I opened the door to the room I’d stayed in. If he’d let his dive instructor sleep there, it couldn’t be that special to him. I closed and locked the door before pushing her up against it. I used one of my hands to pin both of her wrists above her head. “I’m willing to work as hard as I have to for you later, but babe, I need you.”

“I already told you I’m not going to make this easy,” she said coyly.

“No.” I slipped my hand under the skirt of her dress. “You said you weren’t easy. If I admit that you’re not easy can I have you?”

“I’m not sure.”

I moved my hand up higher, pushing away the fabric of her panties and brushing my hand against her. “Are you more sure now?”

She shook her head and took in a breath.

“Okay.” I slid my hand down her leg.

“But I might be persuaded.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” My lips crashed into hers as my hand returned to where it had just been. This time I pushed her panties completely out of my way, letting them fall to the floor.

She squirmed, but I still didn’t release her wrists. Instead I reached behind her and unzipped her dress, needing access to all of her. Her strapless dress fell to the floor. Seconds later her strapless bra joined it.

I broke the kiss so I could look at her. I needed to see the beauty that was on display only for me. She didn’t look away as my eyes devoured the image, but the smile playing on her lips let me know she wasn’t going to stay quiet. “If you get a peep show, where’s mine?”

“Are you going to say thank you if I take my shirt off again?”

“No, but I’ll say thank you if you take off your pants and show me just how easy I am.”

I wasn’t expecting that kind of response. “You know you don’t have to ask twice.” I used my free hand to unbutton my shirt, and I released her wrists for half a second while I shrugged it off my shoulders. She used the new freedom to undo my belt and get rid of both my pants and boxers in one motion.

“Do I still get a thank you even though you did the work?” I teased with my lips inches from her breasts.

“I think you know what kind of thanks you can have.”

I reluctantly stepped away from her long enough to retrieve a condom from my wallet. She was waiting for me, sitting on the bed. As soon as I unwrapped it she took it from me and slowly put it on. Safe sex had never been so hot. I gently pushed her back on the bed, but pulled her down so she was right on the edge. She wrapped her legs around me as I thrust into her. She closed her eyes, and I watched the pleasure swirl across her face. That expression was because of me. Having me inside of her made her feel that good, and I needed to make it even better. I needed to make her feel an ecstasy that no one had before.

I thrust harder and she moaned, biting down on her lip to keep quiet. I struggled to hold on, I couldn’t ruin it for her, but she felt so good. She gasped, calling out my name before she put a hand over her mouth. Moments later I shuddered, finally releasing. I stayed inside her for a minute, unwilling to break the moment. We’d had good sex before, but this somehow felt different.

“Forget what I said before. You’re not just amazing; you’re the most amazing man on earth.” She pulled me down on top of her.

I laughed. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

“I hope you meant most amazing woman.”

“Of course babe, there’s no question what you are.” I lightly grazed her nipple with my teeth. “And for the record, you’re not easy, just irresistible.”

“Wow, even after getting lucky you’re still kissing up to me?”

“There’s always the chance of getting lucky again later.”

Finding a florist able to fill the last minute request for twelve dozen roses took some work. I guess that wasn’t a frequent request in a community like Corolla. I choked down any problem with the cost. Colin wouldn’t care, and I was charging it to him. He wanted everything perfect for his proposal, and I was making sure that everything on my list was done exactly as he wanted.

After handing over Colin’s payment information, I burst into an uncontrolled grin as I thought back on the previous night with Macon. He was everything, yet nothing, I expected. I’d been confident the sex would be good, but I’d never expected we’d connect the way we did. Physically and emotionally Macon got me in a way that other guys never had.

“Is that all?” the florist asked giving me a funny look.

“Yes, sorry.” I waited as an employee, who looked like a younger version of the owner, walked out to my car with me. He helped me load all one hundred and forty-four roses into the backseat. I slipped him a two dollar tip. It wasn’t much, but I was learning just how important tips could be.

My to-do list completed, I headed home, listening to my new favorite radio event—‘80s Flashback Friday. It’s amazing how your tastes can change.

“Hey babe,” Macon pulled open the door as soon as my key turned in the lock.

I hugged him, taking a moment to inhale his post-shave smell. It was probably just the aftershave he used, but I loved the scent. “I’ve got twelve dozen roses cooking in the car, I need to get changed fast.”

“Need my help?”

I put a hand on my hip. “Yes. Go sit in my car with it running so I don’t kill the flowers. I’ll be down in ten minutes.”

He took the keys I held out to him. “Not exactly the help I was offering, but I’ll do whatever my lady needs.”

“Well, you know I may let you help with other things later if you do this for me now.”

“As if I needed anymore persuasion.” He kissed me gently.

I closed my eyes and opened them again. “I need to stay focused.”

“Ok, I’ll be good.” He stepped back.

“Why am I nervous?” I asked the rhetorical question out loud.

“Because your brother is about to pop the most important question of his life.”

“Ok. When you put it that way it makes sense.”

“It’s sweet how much you care. I hope Colin knows how lucky he is to have a sister like you.”

“Well, he’s already proven he’s a great brother, so maybe this makes us even.”

“I’ll head down to the car and stay out of your way. See you in ten.” Macon headed toward the front door.

Eight minutes later (I pride myself in getting ready quickly) I slipped into the passenger seat of my car. “Ok, all set.”

“When you say ten minutes, you mean it.”

“That can’t surprise you. You’re used to me.”

“Used to you? No. I’ll never be used to you. That makes it sound like you’re not exciting. But no, I’m not surprised.” He put a hand on my leg as he backed out of the spot.

“Do you think she expects anything?” I leaned back against the cloth seat. Macon didn’t spend as much time with Maddy as he used to, but if anyone knew what she was thinking he would.

“No, but she finally told me.”

“What?” I sat up with a start. “When? Why didn’t you tell me she told you?”

“Earlier today. We had lunch and she spilled. She apologized for not telling me earlier.”

“What did you say?” I crossed my fingers he hadn’t let on he already knew.

“I didn’t want to outright lie, so I just asked lots of questions.”

“Did she say anything else? I need details.”

He squeezed my knee. “She said she was dying to tell Colin, and that she was still trying to figure out how to do it.”

“Well… at least his secret will be officially out before the end of the night.”

“That it will.”

Macon pulled into an employee spot in front of the Grille. I was technically not on the books to work that night, but Max had added me on so Maddy wouldn’t be suspicious. Unlike Macon who hung out at the Grille just to annoy her, I didn’t generally show up at work when I didn’t have to.

“I’m going to go around back with these roses. I’ll see you in a few.” Macon kissed me on the cheek before I walked inside.

Mary grabbed my arm as soon as I walked in. “Isn’t this exciting?” Her huge grin matched the tone of her voice. She was genuinely excited for Maddy.

“Very. I hope it all goes well.” I smoothed out my hair. I hadn’t taken the time to do much of anything with it.

“It will. Are you going to be out there with her?”

“Yeah. I’m telling her Max said I can shadow her for longer than usual.”

“Nice. I’m going to make sure I get out there in time.”

“Good. See you in a few.”

She released my arm, and I walked off.

“Hey, Carly.” Maddy looked up from the bar. She was putting a garnish on someone’s drink. From what I’d learned from my favorite polo shirt wearing instructor, the drink was in an Old-Fashioned glass.

“Hey.” I tried to keep my voice level. I didn’t want to let on that I knew something big was coming.

“I’m glad you’re here. It looks like it’s going to be a large crowd tonight.”

“Yeah, it’s always crowded on Fridays.” I checked to make sure the kegs were full the way Maddy explained I needed to do. I had to find something to do so I didn’t lose my mind.

“But I guess Max found a new singer. He hadn’t found anyone decent since Lyle left.” She looked down when she mentioned the name of the musician who used to perform once a week at the Grille. She’d had a bit of a crush on him when she was already dating Colin. I’d called her out on it. It wasn’t a huge deal, but it was probably the only awkward thing between us.

“Yeah? I can’t wait to hear him or her.”

“Hey, can I get a round of blow job shots?” a guy around our age asked.

I blushed. Maddy didn’t blink. “Sure, one for each of you?”

“Yup, if you can manage.” He grinned.

“You’re so funny,” I said sarcastically. For once I didn’t feel like being quiet. No one was going to talk to Maddy inappropriately the night of her engagement.

He turned his leer to me. “Why don’t you pour the shots, sugar?”

“Sugar? Seriously?” I raised an eyebrow. “Can’t you think of a better one?”

“I knew you had it in you.” Maddy laughed. “Why don’t we make them together?”

Of course that got the guys howling. We turned our backs. And she pulled down two bottles. “It’s just Bailey’s and Kahlua.”