I took thetwo-piece bikini and headed for the closet tochange.
“Jaden, where do you think you’regoing?”
Fuck, I was hopinghe would let me get away with this one, but I knew it was a longshot. I really didn’t want to change in front of him, but it reallywasn’t worth the fight. Begrudgingly, I went over to the table, putthe two-piece down, and dropped my towel while pretending he wasn’tthere. I quickly slipped the top and bottoms on as fast as I couldand laid the towel over the chair.
Satisfied, he gotup from the bed and reached out his hand, waiting for me to takeit. When I did, he headed for the door, but then I stopped,remembering something extremely important.
“Wait, I’m going to need sunscreen. Otherwise, I’ll burn up inabout five minutes.”
It was no secretthat fair-skinned people needed to douse themselves in sunscreen ifthey wanted to escape the strong rays of the sun unscathed. Therewas never a single summer I didn’t get the worstsunburnof mylife.
“That sounds like an excellent idea.” Hegrinned.
Ohjoy, I just gave him the perfect reason to put his hands all overme. Good job, Jaden.
We headed out intothe hall, me still wincing the entire time, and he grabbed a bottleofsunscreenfrom anearby locked closet. We then made our way down to the beach. Mysteps still held a slight discomfort, but nothing I couldn’t dealwith. The pain would be gone by tomorrow.Hopefully.
As we got down tothe white sandy beach, I could see the rather large blanket thathad been spread out just a few feet from the shore. A beachumbrella was sticking out from the sand and layingatan angle, providing plenty of shade formy wimpy-ass skin. There was also a basket on the corner of theblanket that I was sure contained our lunch.
We sat down and Itucked myself under the shade of the umbrella and asked Darren forthesunscreen. Even thoughthe sun could be a cruel bitch when it came to my skin, I stillloved basking in it.
“Lay on your stomach,” Darren orderedme.
Damnit.
I rolledoverontomy stomach,finding the sand to be pretty comfortable as I sank into it on topof the blanket. Darren moved my hair out of the way, and slowlypulled the string of my bikini top open. Fuckingasshole.
Straddling myhips, he squeezed somesunscreenonto his hands and started rubbing it on my back. It was coldat first, but the warmth of his hands shadowed that within seconds.He made good work of the lotion as he practically massaged my back,getting in deep and making sure he didn’t leave a single squareinch uncovered. It actually felt really nice, and I moaned a littlein response. I could practically hear him smile as his skilledhands continued to ease the tension that had taken residence in themuscles of my back and shoulders. Hot baths and Jacuzzi jets werenice, but they never compared to the hands of aman.
When Darren wasdone, he pushed himself down to my legs and very gently spreadthem, as if he was afraid of startling me. But he had, and Iimmediately turned my head to see what he wasdoing.
“Relax,” he said. “I just don’t want to leave a single squareinch of you unprotected.”
Protected.Pfft. What the fuck does he know aboutprotection?
If he wanted meprotected, he should let me go, but I suppose it was a good signthat he had some concern for my well-being.
I relaxed a littleand let him finish rubbing thesunscreeninto my skin. When he was done, to mysurprise, heretiedtheback of mybikiniandnudged me with his hands to turn me on to my back. He finished whatwas left of my legs, going extra slow, and he actually looked likehe was enjoying himself.
When he got to vof my thighs, I grew nervous again, worried he might take advantageof his position, but he didn’t. Squeezing more lotion into hishands, he rubbed it over the slight bulges of my abs, up the sidesof my rib cage, and finally ended at my hips. His hands ran underthe ties of the bathing suit and I couldn’t help but hold mybreath. Again, he bypassed my anxiety and went back up to my ribs.And then he wentformy chest;though I had to give him props for trying to be as respectful aspossible, it was still strange to see. Once he had my chest andarms done, he moved away from me so I could situp.
“There, all done,” he said, smiling with satisfaction as if hehad done a good job.
Maybe he washaving a reflection week of his own?
“Thank you,” I said, wiping some of the contents of theleftover lotion onto my face.
“Thirsty?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I said, hoping he had some whiskey in that basket. Idoubtedit,though.
What he pulled outinstead were two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne. Hepopped the cork and poured us both a glass, handing meone.
“Cheers,” he said, holding his glass out to me. I clinked myglass to his and brought it to my lips. The taste was sweet andcrisp as it trickled down into my belly. I was more of a hardliquor kind of girl, but this was actually prettygood.
I laid back on myelbows, crossed my ankles, and looked out at the water. I wanted torun into it and swim as far away from here as I could. But I stilldidn’t know where here was and I was fairly certain I would die ahorrible painful death when the collar would surely activate andsend my lifeless body to the bottom of the ocean where no one wouldfind me.
“So you’ve really lived here all your life?” I asked, honestlycurious.
