Page 14 of Devious Eyes
Chapter Six
My arms power me along through the calm waters, some part of me desperate to find a reason for this adventure into the middle of nowhere, to give it credence. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to just be and relax. And that mystifying woman last night made me feel like an idiot for not being able to do that. She’s infuriated me with her relaxed sense of casual, bare feet replacing the heels I would normally prefer. So much so that I sat at the front of my villa for two hours this morning trying to ‘just be’, but damn if that’s not harder than I thought.
I sat still, tried to relax in the early morning sun and lounge with an OJ and some fruit. All that happened was I wound myself up into a frenzy of agitated nerves and pressure, all the time thinking about how I should be counting the numbers of last week’s reports or annihilating someone else’s encryption algorithms just in case we needed it. I damn near got the laptop out and did them, barely remembering—screw that. So I jerked off, thinking that would relieve something. It didn’t. And now I’m here swimming because that’s all I’ve got to do to release the tension she’s caused.
Who the hell is she anyway?
Gabby.
Not a whore, that’s for damn sure.
Christ those hips could change a man’s view on life. I watched them all night, then felt them in my hands as we danced. Danced? What the ever-loving fuck? She made that happen, made me get up in that beach bar and dance to some god-awful music. She dared me like I was a fourteen-year-old without a decent set of balls, her finger playing with her lips as she teased me into it.
Jesus.
The thought has me turning over onto my back in the water, staring up into the sky and imagining all sorts of shit that should probably be against the law for women. Maybe it is. Fuck knows, and right now, I don’t give a shit either. This isn’t going to end well, and is not what I came here for, but damn if those lips don’t need something forcing into them.
I palm my dick, amused that it’s waking up again, and smile into the sky above me as I drift. Whatever this tension is this morning, she’s part of it. Maybe it’s that quirky smile of hers that had me lapping it up like a puppy. Or maybe it was the way she spoke about something exciting, all the time drowning some sorrow she wouldn’t admit to into her mojito’s. She barely showed it, but it was there nonetheless. A sad frown, a lilt of unease. Seems we’re both broken by something, both escaping a past we’re not talking about. And maybe that’s for the best in the long run. Whatever the hell happens when I find her again is not going to last. This isn’t love and commitment, not that I’d know how to do that anyway. This will be fucking and diversion.
Probably what we both need.
“You’ll drown if you keep doing that.” Her voice rings in my ear.
I spin at the sound of her, my hand immediately loosing my cock as I lower my legs to tread water. She’s there, about six feet off, a jet ski between her thighs and the tiniest bikini I’ve ever seen covering not much at all.
“You stalking me?” I ask, swirling the water around me to keep me in line with her.
She snickers.
“Might be. A girl’s got needs.” She smiles wider, a wink following the move as I slowly make my way over to where she bobs. “Looks like you do, too.”
“You’ve got no clue what I need, Gabby.” She quirks that look at me again, intrigue lifting her cute smile to something I could play with for hours. “Damn sure you could help me out with it, though.”
“Presumptuous much?” I smile at her snarky answer, interested in how she’ll handle the actuality of what’s going to happen here.
We stay like that for a while, her bobbing about, the water moving the ski around, and me just watching her and waiting for some kind of permission to show her exactly what my mind wants to do with her.
“How about we start with lunch then?” she eventually says. Lunch. I nod and start swimming away from her back towards the villa. “Where are you going?” she asks.
“To get changed?”
“Oh no. This lunch requires nothing but the two of us.” She opens her arms out. “Just like this.” I wait in the surf, dick still enamoured at the thought of her as I gaze at the curves on display. “But I’m driving.” Is she hell. I frown. “Oh, stop it. Come on. Can you get on from there? Or are your arms already tired?”
The look of her giggling to herself as she stares makes me forget everything else for a minute. She’s nothing like anybody I’ve met before. Somehow bright against this sky regardless of the sun’s rays beaming behind her. Dark olive skin. Toned everything. Latino heritage that shines through in all her curves, chocolate coloured hair only heightening that as it tumbles down her cheeks. And those soulful eyes that have me almost begging for a taste leading to her smile? They’re full of something I’ve not seen for a long time. Warmth. “Nate?”
“Alright, I’m coming.” I slowly make my way to her and try to work out how to get up onto the ski without pulling her off it. The thought has me grinning, ready to do exactly that as she reaches an arm down for me to grab onto.
“Please don’t tell me you’re thinking of anything juvenile?” she says, latching onto my skin, her long nails scraping the flesh. “You’ll lose, Nate. I can guarantee it.”
Something about the way she lowers her pretty voice as she says it has me gazing at her lips, wondering what the hell she thinks she can do to me. Her eyes narrow a little. “I’ve spent years dealing with big bad wolves.”
For some reason, I don’t doubt it.
My foot hits the tread step, my hand reaching over the other side as I push up and let her weight counter balance mine. She heaves with more strength than I thought, given her size, helping me with little effort.
“You got a right hook as strong?”
“Might have. Don’t tempt it out of me.” She smiles back at me as she lifts her elbows up, wiggling her fingers for me to grab on around her waist. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid to touch me now you’re up here?”
