crossing her legs. “Why is this stretch of beach so important to you, Ram? I mean, I can tell it holds some special significance in your heart.”
He wavered for a moment. Should he tell her? Then he decided not to keep any secrets. She’d already looked into his heart, there was nothing more to hide. “My parents fell in love here, spent their honeymoon here, and returned every year for the thirty years they were married.”
She smiled. “They fell in love? Here?”
“Right in this spot.”
She looked around the small cabin, as if seeing it in a new light. “They… made love here? Just like we?”
His eyes sparkled. “I was conceived here, if I’m to believe the stories.”
Her smile spread to her eyes, and she lit up before heaving an ecstatic sigh. “What are the odds, huh? You and I…” She flipped over on her belly, the soft bare cheeks of her behind winking up at him. “…in the exact same place as your parents… making love, just like them.”
He swallowed. His cock was twitching again, ready for action once more.
“Yes,” he murmured. “What are the odds?”
Chapter 21
Burke looked up when he thought he heard a sound. Then deciding it was just a twig scratching the small bedroom window, he relaxed. He was smoking a cigar, and the aroma clearly didn’t appeal to Sophie, who was lying next to him on the small one person cot.
“Can’t you do that later, Burke?” she grumbled. “I mean, the after fuck smoke? That’s such a cliché. And I can’t breathe with that foul stench.”
Burke considered this. He was a man of powerful tastes, and he either liked or disliked things—or people for that matter—or he simply didn’t care.
His cigars were one of the things he cared deeply about, but so was sex. And now he was going to have to decide which was more important to him. He glanced over at Sophie, her delectable body spread out across his bed like a mouth-watering dish. He decided the cigar could wait, and he quickly snuffed it out in the ashtray he always kept nearby.
“Sorry, honey,” he intoned. “It’s a filthy habit, I know.”
“You should really stop smoking, Burke,” she said with surprising consideration. “Those things will kill you.”
He gave her a half-smile, wondering when she’d started caring about his health. “That’s very sweet of you to say, Sophie, but I didn’t think you cared.”
“I do care,” she said a little indignantly. “What do you think we’re doing here?
“Sex?” he offered.
She looked hurt, and he immediately regretted his callousness.
“So that’s what this is to you, huh? Simply a good lay?”
The qualification good was certainly correct, he mused. In fact, sex with Sophie was just about the best he’d had in years. She had a lust for it that easily matched his own, and she gave as well as she took, was open to try anything, and in general was so uninhibited and natural about the whole thing that he was still surprised at his good fortune of having met her in the first place.
He decided to change the subject to avoid unpleasantness. “What do you think about your friend Erin and Bradley, huh? They a real item or what?”
She shrugged dismissively. “Erin seems to like him.”
“So does he. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bradley this enamored.”
“Look, Burke,” she suddenly flared up, sitting upright, “don’t try to change the subject on me, all right? What do you really think about me, huh? And please don’t be afraid to tell me the truth. If it’s just sex you want, fine, then I can tell you right now it’s over between us. If you want more than sex…” She shrugged. “Maybe there will be more. It all depends on you.”
He sighed and scratched his crew-cut. “I honestly don’t know, Soph. I mean, I told you going in that I’m not really a relationship kind of guy, remember?”
She nodded morosely. “I remember.”
“So… why mess up a good thing here, huh? I like you, I really do,
He wavered for a moment. Should he tell her? Then he decided not to keep any secrets. She’d already looked into his heart, there was nothing more to hide. “My parents fell in love here, spent their honeymoon here, and returned every year for the thirty years they were married.”
She smiled. “They fell in love? Here?”
“Right in this spot.”
She looked around the small cabin, as if seeing it in a new light. “They… made love here? Just like we?”
His eyes sparkled. “I was conceived here, if I’m to believe the stories.”
Her smile spread to her eyes, and she lit up before heaving an ecstatic sigh. “What are the odds, huh? You and I…” She flipped over on her belly, the soft bare cheeks of her behind winking up at him. “…in the exact same place as your parents… making love, just like them.”
He swallowed. His cock was twitching again, ready for action once more.
“Yes,” he murmured. “What are the odds?”
Chapter 21
Burke looked up when he thought he heard a sound. Then deciding it was just a twig scratching the small bedroom window, he relaxed. He was smoking a cigar, and the aroma clearly didn’t appeal to Sophie, who was lying next to him on the small one person cot.
“Can’t you do that later, Burke?” she grumbled. “I mean, the after fuck smoke? That’s such a cliché. And I can’t breathe with that foul stench.”
Burke considered this. He was a man of powerful tastes, and he either liked or disliked things—or people for that matter—or he simply didn’t care.
His cigars were one of the things he cared deeply about, but so was sex. And now he was going to have to decide which was more important to him. He glanced over at Sophie, her delectable body spread out across his bed like a mouth-watering dish. He decided the cigar could wait, and he quickly snuffed it out in the ashtray he always kept nearby.
“Sorry, honey,” he intoned. “It’s a filthy habit, I know.”
“You should really stop smoking, Burke,” she said with surprising consideration. “Those things will kill you.”
He gave her a half-smile, wondering when she’d started caring about his health. “That’s very sweet of you to say, Sophie, but I didn’t think you cared.”
“I do care,” she said a little indignantly. “What do you think we’re doing here?
“Sex?” he offered.
She looked hurt, and he immediately regretted his callousness.
“So that’s what this is to you, huh? Simply a good lay?”
The qualification good was certainly correct, he mused. In fact, sex with Sophie was just about the best he’d had in years. She had a lust for it that easily matched his own, and she gave as well as she took, was open to try anything, and in general was so uninhibited and natural about the whole thing that he was still surprised at his good fortune of having met her in the first place.
He decided to change the subject to avoid unpleasantness. “What do you think about your friend Erin and Bradley, huh? They a real item or what?”
She shrugged dismissively. “Erin seems to like him.”
“So does he. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bradley this enamored.”
“Look, Burke,” she suddenly flared up, sitting upright, “don’t try to change the subject on me, all right? What do you really think about me, huh? And please don’t be afraid to tell me the truth. If it’s just sex you want, fine, then I can tell you right now it’s over between us. If you want more than sex…” She shrugged. “Maybe there will be more. It all depends on you.”
He sighed and scratched his crew-cut. “I honestly don’t know, Soph. I mean, I told you going in that I’m not really a relationship kind of guy, remember?”
She nodded morosely. “I remember.”
“So… why mess up a good thing here, huh? I like you, I really do,
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