Page 192 of Hell Hath No Fury
Mickey whimpered, growing restless at Carlos's feet as they stood in the lobby waiting on Ashby. The sun was bright in the sky, without a cloud to be seen and get in its way, warming the two of them. Turning around to see what he was whimpering at, Carlos couldn’t help but smile, drinking in Ashby’s beauty as she approached.
“I feel the exact same way, dude,” Carlos muttered to the dog.
Kissing her last night had not been his plan. Neither had dancing with her. But as they stood there on the beach, every part of him had ached to hold her. Then once she was in his arms, well, he was done for at that point. Ever since, kissing her again was all he could think about.
“Hi boys,” Ashby greeted, adjusting the large tote bag slung over her shoulder.
Waiting until she was a few steps closer, Carlos placed his hand on her hip, kissing her gently. She tasted just as sweet as she had last night, exciting him all over again.
“Are you ready for the best day at the beach ever?”
“Ever? That’s a tall order, sir. Are you sure you can deliver?”
Oh, I can fucking deliver…
“Only one way to find out,” he replied, giving her a wink.
Slipping his hand into hers, he led her out of the lobby, down the little path referred to as Electric Avenue, heading toward the large grouping of trees that separated the guest area from the staff section.
“Isn’t the beach that way?” Ashby asked, looking behind her.
“The guest beach is, but the staff beach is just past these trees.”
They rounded the corner, the staff dorms on the left, Kyle and Drea’s cottage to their right, just adjacent to the Big House, where Drea’s three uncles lived. Carlos felt like he was walking on sunshine as they arrived at the vacant beach, walking a little past the houses so they had more privacy. Not that anyone was home, since they were all working, but still. He wanted to make sure that they were totally alone.
“This is beautiful,” Ashby commented, taking a deep breath of salt air.
Carlos laid out a large blanket, tugging her down onto it and into his arms. She crumpled into him with a laugh, Mickey settling at their feet.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re just full of all kinds of lines today, aren’t you?”
“What makes you think that’s a line?”
“Isn’t it?”
“Not at all.”
Ashby gave him a skeptical look, making him sit up. What on earth would make her think that was a line?
“I don’t mean to doubt you, it’s just…” she paused, biting her lip, looking like she was trying to choose her words carefully. “Look, I know I’m beautiful. I’m comfortable in my own skin, and frankly, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about my size. That said, I know what guys like you think when you see a girl like me.”
“Guys like me? What kind of guy am I?”
“A hot one.”
“And what kind of girl are you?”
“You know…plus-sized.”
Carlos blinked, trying to make it all add up in his head. He really had no idea what the term “plus-sized” was supposedto mean. Sure, Ashby was bigger than some other girls, but everything about her was gorgeous. Her full, lush curves were what dreams were made of, and his hands ached to be able to explore them.
“So, if I looked on the tag of that dress you’re wearing there would be a plus sign?”
“What? No! That’s just the stupid term that marketers use to—”
Carlos cut her off with a kiss, hauling her into him. Relaxing into his arms, she returned his efforts, ramping up his excitement. His hands found her sides, wandering down to her hips, loving how she seemed to fit perfectly in his grasp.
