Page 24 of A Shore Fling

TRAVIS

I follow Nina inside, kick the door shut, and slam my lips down on hers.

She clutches at my t-shirt, arching into me.

Her hands slip under the material, nails scraping against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I back her into the door, our bodies pressed together so tightly I can’t tell where I end and she begins.

Her heart hammers against my chest. Her mouth tastes intoxicatingly sweet, like the cookies we shared for dessert.

“Bedroom,” she whispers against my lips, her breath hot and urgent.

I lift her, and her legs wrap around my hips as I carry her down the hallway.

We bump into a small table and something falls to the floor—probably a fucking lobster—but neither of us cares.

Her lips burn a fiery path down my neck as I carry her into the dark bedroom.

I lower her to the bed where she’s bathed in the moon’s silvery glow as it passes through the raised blinds.

Her dark hair fans out across the pillow, and for a moment, I hover above her, drinking every perfect inch of her in.

“What?” she asks, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, but that word seems inadequate to describe her.

She reaches up, her fingers tracing my jawline before pulling me down to her.

Our kisses grow deeper, more desperate, tongues tangling and teeth clashing.

I lose myself in the warmth of her skin as we shed all the layers of clothing between us.

Each new expanse of her flesh that’s revealed is a small miracle for me to explore, which I eagerly do.

Nina’s hands are everywhere, in my hair, gripping my shoulders, guiding me where she wants. I follow her silent directions, relishing the way her breath catches when I find a sensitive spot or how her back arches when I use my tongue.

“God, I’ve thought about doing this all night,” I murmur, dotting kisses across her collarbone.

“All night?” she breathes, her voice husky with desire. “What about during dinner when you kept staring at my mouth?”

I chuckle against her skin, pressing kisses along her throat. “Especially then. Do you know how distracting you are when you eat grapes?”

Her laugh turns into a soft moan when my tongue finds the spot just below her ear.

My hands map the curves of her body, memorizing every dip and rise.

Her skin’s soft like silk beneath my fingertips.

She shifts beneath me, her bare legs tangling with mine as she pulls me closer.

I can feel the heat radiating from her skin, and her eyes have gone dark with need.

My pulse pounds loudly in my ears as she traces patterns across my chest.

“You’re thinking too much,” she whispers, and she’s right. I am. I’m cataloging every sensation and every sound, trying to burn them into my memory forever.

I nuzzle my face against her breast. “I’m thinking about how perfect you are.” My lips wrap around her nipple, my tongue whirling around the stiff peak.

She moans. “I want you.”

My head raises. “And you’ll have me. But I’m not done exploring yet.” I dive back down, drawing her other nipple into my mouth and giving it equal attention.

Nina’s fingers thread through my hair as I slowly nibble my way down her stomach. “Yes, yes, yes,” she breathes as I move lower.

I spread her legs wider, settling between them. The scent of her desire makes my head spin and my dick throb. I press soft kisses along her inner thighs, feeling her muscles tense beneath my lips.

“Please,” she gasps, her hands tightening in my hair.

My tongue finds her center, giving her what she wants.

I explore every inch of her pussy with deliberate slowness, my tongue finding her most sensitive places.

She gasps my name, lifting her hips, and I grip her thighs to hold her steady.

She tastes better than I imagined, and the way her body responds to my every touch is intoxicating.

Her legs tense beneath my hold as I feel her getting closer.

“Please,” she whispers.

I kiss my way back up her body. Positioning my cock between her legs, I slide back and forth between her lips, coating myself in her arousal. Our eyes meet in the dim light as she guides me to her entrance. I slowly sink inside her, and we both release shaky breaths.

For a moment, I hold completely still, savoring the feeling of being wrapped in her tight heat. Nina’s eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in a silent gasp. I begin to move slowly, watching her face as pleasure washes over her features.

“Look at me,” I husk, and her eyes snap open.

I increase my pace, one hand braced on the mattress beside her head, the other sliding beneath her to angle her hips upward. Every stroke of my cock draws a soft sound from her throat that drives me wild. Her fingernails dig into my back, leaving marks for me to remember this by.

“Just like that,” she moans, her voice breaking when I hit a spot that makes her whole body tense. “Don’t stop.”

Christ, I couldn’t if I tried. The way she’s moving beneath me, the way her pussy grips my cock, it’s beyond words. Sweat beads on my forehead as I concentrate, trying to hold back the wave building inside me.

She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper. I groan, chasing our pleasure with increased urgency. The slapping sound of our flesh meeting fills the room, accompanied by our ragged breaths. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard rhythmically thumping against the wall.

Sliding my hand between us, I find her clit with my thumb, circling in time with my thrusts.

Her reaction is almost immediate, with her back arching and her inner muscles tightening around me.

I watch her face transform with pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut, head tipping back.

The sight of her coming undone pushes me to the edge.

“Nina,” I groan, burying my face in her neck as my rhythm falters. My release crashes through me in waves of pleasure so intense my vision blurs. For several heartbeats, I can’t move or think beyond the sensation of her skin against mine, her breath in my ear.

When I finally lift my head, she’s looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes, and a satisfied smile plays on her lips. I brush her sweat-dampened hair from her forehead and press a gentle kiss there. “Damn. That was…” I trail off, at a loss for words to describe what we just shared.

“I know,” she says with understanding.

Rolling to the side, I bring her with me and tuck her against my chest. She feels so right in my arms. Everything we did felt right, as though it was inevitable we would end up here.

“Will you stay the night?” she asks.

“I couldn’t move if you wanted me to,” I confess. I’m pretty sure my knees are still weak after what felt like the orgasm of my life.

She laughs. “Now I’ve got you where I want you.”

“That’s convenient because I’m right where I want to be.”

When I come awake and open my eyes, it takes a second for me to remember where I am. I roll over and find the other side of the bed empty. Where’s Nina?

I take a moment to use the bathroom and pull on my boxer briefs before I leave the bedroom. Once I hit the hallway, the scent of bacon leads me to the kitchen. I find Nina, scooping scrambled eggs onto two plates.

Moving up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and nuzzle her neck. “Good morning, beautiful.”

She angles her head, giving me better access. “Good morning.”

“I don’t know which smells better, the bacon or you,” I tell her.

She laughs. “After the last breakfast I made you, I could only go up.”

“You just might get that five-star review this time. Your turndown service was mind-blowing,” I say, smirking.

She snorts. “And no poisoning yet.”

“I’m about to eat. Should I be worried?”

She shakes her head. “There are no almonds of any kind in this house. I immediately threw that flour out.”

“I’m touched my well-being means so much to you.”

“Eh, you’re all right,” she teases, adding bacon and toast to each plate. She hands one over to me and then points toward a drawer. “Forks and knives are in there.”

I grab utensils for both of us before sitting down at the table. She places a mug of coffee in front of me. “Thank you. I could get used to this.”

“I could get used to what we did last night.” She winks.

“Me too. When am I going to see you again?” I quickly ask.

Nina pauses with her fork halfway to her mouth, a smile spreading across her face. “How about tonight? I don’t have any plans.”

“Perfect. I’ll cook this time,” I offer, taking a bite of my bacon. It’s just the right amount of crispy.

“You cook?”

“I grill a mean steak.” I reach across the table for her hand. “Plus, I owe you a proper meal after you’ve fed me twice now.”

She intertwines our fingers. “Deal. But I’ll bring dessert.”

“What kind?” I ask.

“The kind that’s a surprise.” Her tone is playful, but there’s enough heat in her eyes to make my pulse react.

“You’re trouble,” I say, bringing her hand to my lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“And you love it,” she says, laughing.

I’m about to respond when my phone buzzes on the table. I ignore it, but it buzzes again. And again.

“You better get that,” Nina says, though she doesn’t look any happier about the interruption than I am.

I reluctantly release her hand and take a quick bite of toast before I grab my phone.

Jordan: You better not be passed out on her couch again.

Jordan: Tell me you got lucky.

Jordan: If not, you’re an embarrassment.

I hold up my phone so she can read the texts. Her eyes widen, and she laughs. “Oh, wow.”

“Yeah, this is what being the oldest in a family of four brothers is like.”

“You love it, though. I can tell.”

I nod. “I do. Most of the time.” I shut off my phone in case Jordan decides to keep the texts rolling in. Picking up my fork, I dig into the eggs with gusto.

“Who are you closest with?”

“In age?”

“No, in general.”

“It would be easy to say Reed since we’re closest in age, but I have different relationships with each of them, and one isn’t better than the others.”

Her lips curve into a hint of a smile over the rim of her coffee mug. “That’s nice.”

“Sometimes. Each one is also a pain in my ass in their own way.”

“That’s siblings for you. Although Irene’s never a pain, but Jonathon definitely is. Maybe it’s a brother thing?” she suggests.

“Could be, but I’ll never know for sure since I don’t have a sister.”

“Your poor mom. It must’ve been a lot of work to deal with four young boys.”

“Five boys, if you count my dad,” I point out, smiling.

Nina laughs. “Fair point. Was your mom expecting boys, or did she keep trying to get a daughter?”

“She claims she knew I was a boy because I kicked like a soccer player.” I take another bite of eggs and bacon. “By the time Drew came along, she was used to being surrounded by males.”

“Your house must’ve been chaotic,” she says.

“It was, and loud too.”

“Sounds like your mom deserves sainthood.”

I nod. “She does, for sure. We’re still a lot to deal with when we’re all together. I think that’s why my parents like to travel more now. They need a break from the chaos.”

“I bet they love the type of chaos you guys bring.”

“Oh, they do. I’m blessed to have them as parents.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“It’s true. When we were growing up, they always put the four of us first.”

Lost in thought, she looks down at the table for a minute. When she glances up, she finds me studying her.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“If my parents put me and my siblings first.”

“Did they?”

“I guess it depends on how you define that. Did we grow up with silver spoons in our mouths? Yes. Did we have the best of everything? Yes. But I think the family business was always the main focus; it’s their fourth child.

Everything has always revolved around that.

I’m not complaining, I just know I’d do things differently. ”

“Do you want kids?” I ask.

“Maybe.”

“You’re not sure?”

“I want one or two, but I’m thirty-five. By the time I find someone to marry, it may be too late.”

The thought of her marrying some random guy gets my blood pumping.

“I’m in a similar situation. I thought I’d have kids by now.”

“It’s different for men, though.”

“You’re right, it is. But I don’t want to have young kids when I’m older.”

“Life is funny. No matter how much you try to plan it out or do the right thing, it doesn’t always go the way you want,” she says, striking a chord of familiarity with me.

“I had a similar conversation with Jordan a couple of weeks ago.”

She taps her head. “Great minds.”

“Age brings wisdom,” I add.

Her lips stretch with a grimace. “It better bring something more than achy joints and a slower metabolism.”

I nod, taking another sip of my coffee. “You don’t look like you’re suffering from either of those problems.”

She rolls her eyes, but I catch the pleased look that follows. “That’s kind of you to say.”

“I’m just being honest.” I lean back in my chair, studying her in the morning light streaming through her window.

Her curls are wild from a combination of sex and sleep, and she’s wearing my t-shirt, which somehow makes her look even sexier than she did last night.

Is she naked underneath? I’m suddenly overcome with a vision of her bent over the table as I take her from behind.

“Are you done eating?” I ask.

She sends me a questioning look. “I am.”

I stand and clear off the table, placing everything on the counter. Turning back toward Nina, I catch hold of her hand and tug her to her feet. She looks surprised at the unexpected move, and she gasps when I spin her around in front of me.

“Bend over for me.”