Good Vibrations (Welcome to Paradise) Page 7

  As he kisses me, his hand appreciates my breasts. I squirm beneath him, my body responsive to this pleasant torture. He smirks knowing the sexual devastation he’s delivering as he eases into me.

  Not able to control my reaction, I moan again, louder this time. His hand covers my mouth, and he whispers, “Shhhh.” It’s a reminder of my best friend who is sleeping in the next room. He tilts my head back and takes the opportunity to kiss my neck, working me with his tongue and caressing lips. I feel his stubble against my skin, scratching me, marking me as his even if only temporarily. Shifting to put his weight onto his arms, he raises his body higher to look at where we’re joined as I enjoy the wonderful ease of his movements.

  “God, Mallory.” His own moan is low and anguished and so breathtakingly beautiful.

  My hips move to meet his. I lean up to see where our bodies are joined, but it’s too much. The feelings overwhelming me, so I drop back down.

  “I’m sorry. I won’t last,” he says, the words not matching the plea in his tone.

  Why is he apologizing? Aren’t we achieving the purpose of the act? Isn’t this the reason we’re doing this—to orgasm? Oh! Sudden realization strikes. I guess we won’t be and that’s what the apology is for, but for some reason, that just doesn’t matter. He feels too good to worry about such details.

  His hand lowers to my sex and I can tell he’s holding himself back to try to please me. I tug his hand away, causing him to look up then shake my head.

  He’s not a selfish lover. He’s proven that to me before. I’ll take that he’s so turned on that he’ll peak faster than he likes as a compliment and a huge boost for my ego. So I’ll trade my orgasm for one ego boost this round knowing, maybe just hoping, that he’ll return the favor soon enough.

  Kissing me, he starts moving slowly again, over and over in rapid succession. Another moan escapes me, this time in a lowered voice, remembering we might get caught, but somehow the thought turns me on even more. I grab his shoulders and raise my legs up higher with him centered between them. Watching the glory that is his face, his expression shows he’s desperately trying to hold on and failing as he succumbs to his desire. He drops his head into the nook of my neck, and groans. “Holy fuck, Mallory! You’re so—” He interrupts himself with a deep breath.

  His body drops down on top of me. He’s sated and heavy, but I love the weight on me and try to pretend it matches a depth of emotions he has for me.

  All too soon, my mind flips and I go from contented to confused in the span of a second. Rolling onto my side, he holds me against him. The sex with him is incredible even when I don’t orgasm. But it’s the after that I dread and we are now firmly lying in the after. I gulp and it’s too loud and embarrassing in the quiet room. He strokes my hair away from my face and gathers me closer against his chest. I have to give him credit. He’s trying and as the minutes tick by my heart starts to heal, to trust him again, little by little.

  The warmth of his body must have soothed me because I don’t remember falling asleep until the sounds of cars starting outside mixed with the light of day awaken me. Smiling, I roll over. What my brain fails to realize, my heart already knows and mourns the loss. Evan is gone. I’m not surprised, but I am hurt.

  Chapter 8

  Sunny walks out of her room and straight into the kitchen to start the coffee pot. “Good morning,” she says, tired sounding.

  “Morning,” I mumble, sounding about the same.

  She comes into the living room and crosses her arms over her chest. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

  I freeze, knowing she heard us last night.

  “Noah and Evan showing up at Kehones was crazy! I didn’t even know you knew Ashford.” She walks past me and opens the glass door, but when she turns back around something catches her eye, and she stops. “What’s that?” she asks, pointing.

  I look to the coffee table and see a note. My heart melts just a little as I read my name written across it.

  “Um, nothing. I just remembered something I had to do last night and left myself a note.” I hate lying, especially to my best friend, but I’m not ready to share the whole ugly truth with her just yet.

  She accepts the lie and returns to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee.

  I grab the note as soon as she’s out of sight and smile, holding it to my chest. He remembered to leave a note this time and my heart swells with emotions I don’t want to acknowledge quite yet. I snuggle onto my side and flip open the folded paper.

  Mallory,

  Sorry for leaving, but I had to go and you need the rest.

  Evan

  My hope deflates reading the unfeeling words written before me. He apologizes for sneaking out which I guess is a start, but why’d he have to go so early? And when did he become my parent determining how much rest I need. I would have rather lose a few winks and told him goodbye. I would have rather kissed him goodbye. I close my eyes sinking lower into the couch and tucking the note under my leg. I would have preferred that he stayed with me and we started the day together.

  “What are your plans today?” Sunny sits on the other end of the couch near my feet and steals some of the covers.

  “I’m not sure. I might hang out with you at work for a while. I want to go to the beach, too.”

  “You should definitely come by Kehones. You can hang out at the beach up there. We can talk when it’s dead and you get free food and drinks. It’s a win all around.”

  “You’re bribing me with food, drinks, and beach so you’re not bored all day, aren’t you?”

  “Totally. Now promise you’ll come by for a bit.”

  I laugh because although we’ve been working together and have gotten to catch up, it doesn’t feel like we’ve really had the chance to talk since I’ve arrived.

  “How’s your hand today?”

  She holds it up. “I’m still wearing the brace, but the pain is gone unless I carry something heavy. It’s just hard to remember to go easy.” Patting my leg, she asks, “Do you want to talk about Noah and Evan?”

  Looking down at my lap, I catch sight of the edge of the note still tucked away. “I’m not quite sure how to answer that.”

  “How about starting with why Evan was waiting for you last night? I didn’t even see you guys talk yesterday.”

  “We haven’t talked much.” I look at her not wanting to reveal what we’ve done instead of talking. “Sunny, I should have told you the other day, but I didn’t want you to think poorly of me. I, uh…I met Evan at the airport when I arrived.” I can see the confusion written across her face. “When I got your text about going to the hospital, he offered to give me a ride.”

  “You accepted a ride from a total stranger? Oh wait, one of the hottest strangers ever,” she says, amusement in her eyes. “Yeah, I would too.” She smiles, reassuring me. “Mallory, like I said before, I think he gets a bad rap. I don’t know him that well, but he’s always been nice to me and his friends are cool. The only thing I would warn you about is the Noah factor.”

  “Noah’s a factor now?”

  “Kind of. They don’t get along, but Johnny told me they used to be good friends. Something went down and now they hate each other. So be careful. The guys around here tend to get possessive. It’s kind of a you’re either with us or against us deal.”

  I bring my knees into my chest, wrapping the blanket tighter around me. “Sunny?”

  “Yes.”

  “Would you date Evan or Noah?” I’m worried about her answer, but want to know what she thinks. She knows these guys better than I do and I trust her opinion.

  “Um, that’s a hard one. You know I give everyone a chance—sometimes to my own detriment, so I’m inclined to say yes. My logical side thinks I would go on a date with both of them, but I’d keep my guard up. My girly irrational side would totally go out with both those hotties too and keep that guard down.” She laughs, flopping dramatically onto the couch cushion. “I’m no use.”

  I laugh,
feeling exactly the same way about them both. “Do you prefer one over the other?”

  She chuckles under her breath, and looks me straight in the eyes. “Mallory, Noah has always been a sweetheart to me. He asked me out once—”

  “Why didn’t you go?”

  She sits there hesitant in every way though I can tell she wants to say something. Finally, she takes a deep breath, and says, “I haven’t been honest with you. I’ve been crushing on someone for a while now. Others guys just don’t bring out the same feelings that…” She looks down, twisting a loose thread on the blanket around her finger. “…Zach does.”

  “Evan’s friend?”

  She confirms with a shamed nod.

  “Sunny, hey, that’s so great. He’s seems really nice.” Remembering how they looked at each other the night before, I add, “I actually think you two could be good together.”

  “You think so?”

  “Yep, I do.”

  “Thanks.” She stands up, all smiles and happy. Walking to the bedroom, she stops in the doorway. “And about Evan. Just be careful with that one. He’s not known as a lady killer for nothing.”

  When she leaves, I stretch my legs out and think of the lady killer himself. Heart killer is more apropos. I pull the note out and read over it one last time before wadding it up and throwing it away in the kitchen trash. The words on it hold no true feelings for me, so discarding it is easy.

  That afternoon, I ride with Sunny to work. I eat lunch, sunbathe on the beach out back, and visit with all the regulars I now consider friends. Johnny spends his break with me and fills me in on the locals’ histories. I’m too embarrassed to ask about Noah or Evan and feel it’s best not to show too much interest anyway.

  Since Johnny is closing with Sunny, he offers to drive her home. I take her VW and drive back to the apartment late afternoon. After making a sandwich for dinner, I curl up at the scene of last night’s sexual hit and run and watch a movie.

  I doze off before the movie ends, but wake up to the sound of rain and a knock on the sliding glass door. The apartment is dark except for the TV and bright enough for me to see Evan standing on the other side of the glass, soaking wet.

  I remain still, unsure how I feel about another late night visit. Sighing, I get up and slide the door open, but block him from entering.

  Angling his head, he smiles that cocky half smile that usually works for him. “May I come in, Mallory?” He leans against the door, mere inches from me.

  He’s gorgeous and gleaming in the warm rain. His hair is flattened enough to make me feel sorry that he had to stand out there, but my heart hurts more just looking at him. I stand upright, straightening my shoulders. “No, you can’t come in tonight.”

  His smile falters then returns as his hand touches my arm and runs the length of it, taking my hand in his. He lowers his voice, and leans closer. “Please.”

  That plea goes straight to my knees, and they weaken. I lower my eyes from his not feeling as confident this time when I answer. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. We’re not a good idea.”

  He stands there in silence, but I sense his gaze on me, weighted with our baggage. The heat between us starts to engulf me. I can’t stay here or he’ll be back inside of me in less than point four seconds. “You should go.” I look beyond him to the outside, attempting to be direct. “Sunny will be home any minute.”

  “Is this about last night? I’m sorry that, I should’ve… You should have gotten off, too. I came back to take care of you.”

  I lift my head up as anger swells inside. “You don’t have to take care of me, Evan. This is not about me, ugh. This is not about having an orgasm or not.” Frustrated, I demand, “I want you to leave!”

  After taking a step back inside the apartment, I pull my hand back, our connection broken, breaking us apart. I slide the door closed, locking it as if somehow that will hurt him like he’s hurt me. He stays, soaking and magnificent, staring at me through the glass. By the time I get the curtain from the far side of the door, he’s gone. The curtain may be somewhat sheer, but I still feel the need to close it. He’s shut out and my stomach turns, making me think I might have actually made the wrong decision.

  Fortunately, I don’t have too much time to reconsider the situation because Sunny arrives home. She flops onto the couch, exasperated. “You sure do have these boys in a tizzy, Mal.”

  “What boys?” I’m curious if she saw Evan in the parking lot. I’m hoping she didn’t, exhausted from the whole encounter.

  “Noah and his crew stopped by. They didn’t stay long after I told them you had the day off.” She laughed. “He looked disappointed when I told him he missed when you were up there sunbathing.”

  “You said ‘boys,’ ” I wonder aloud.

  “Yeah, Zach was in today, too. I think he was fishing for information for Evan.” She purses her lips then asks, “Evan wasn’t with them though. How was your day?”

  “Uneventful,” I reply too fast to sound natural. “I made a sandwich then napped when I got back.” I really want to redirect this conversation. “Did you make a lot of tips?”

  “Okay, but no shop talk. I have a chick flick that’s due back tomorrow. I’ve popcorn and we can watch the movie together just like old times.” She’s persuasive with the popcorn offer.

  “How can I resist.”

  She walks toward the kitchen. “I’ll make the popcorn. You load the movie.”

  A romantic comedy was probably the last thing I should have watched. When it ends, the knots that had formed in my stomach slowly untie.

  She stands to stretch then yawns. “I have to work the lunch shift tomorrow. Do you mind returning the movie after you drop me off and see if they carry the sequel? I have to see how this relationship plays out.”

  “Sure. No problem.”

  “Night, Mallory,” she says, flicking the kitchen light off on her way to bed.

  I turn the TV off and sit in darkness for a minute before opening the curtain back up. The rain has stopped and the moon is shining and bright. Car lights at the back of the lot flash on and from here it looks like a Maserati. As it drives out of the apartment complex, I look down conflicted between the emotions I feel for him and my logic. I think Evan’s just as conflicted.

  I dream of expensive Italian cars, handsome men too beautiful to touch, and broken hearts.

  My eyes open just before the sun rises because my sleeping habits are completely thrown off here in Hawaii. With no obligations of school and a job that has minimal requirements, I’ve found myself falling into laziness quite easily.

  Pulling on my new Hawaiian uniform of a tank top and shorts, I walk down to the beach. I’m starting to like this new ritual, the calm and peace of the surroundings as the breeze blows my untamed hair while watching the sunrise. I’m at one with this place, but I’m really at one with myself this morning which feels even better. I smile then actually laugh letting it drift into the wind.

  When the sun is strong and solid in the sky, I walk down the beach closer to the surfers who are floating on top of the water in a jagged line. One by one they claim their wave and ride it in. I watch for a while, but decide I need to get back, so I stand and dust the sand from my bottom as I start walking.

  “Mallory!”

  Stopping to look back, I see a tall, well-built body jogging towards me. He drops his board into the sand and calls my name again.

  I smile, recognizing Noah. “Hey there.”

  His smile is effervescent, his tan skin glistening with water. “Yeah, I thought that was you. I traded waves with my cousin so I could ride in to find out.” He glances over his shoulder. “What are you doing out here so early?”

  “I’m still on Boulder time. I’ve started coming out here to watch the sunrise when I wake up too early.” I look across the ocean and at the palm trees hugging the coastline. “This place is magical. It really is paradise.”

  “I should show you more of the island. What do you think about me taki
ng you to a few of my favorite places? We can start with a beach bonfire this Monday. I’ll be training all weekend. Promised my dad I’d stay home and hang with the fam, so the guys made plans for Monday.”

  Our friendship is growing and he looks so genuinely optimistic that it’s hard to say no. “I’d like that.” I try to remember my schedule for the rest of the week. “Monday works.”

  “Cool. I should get back before the waves die down.” His fingers graze across my forearm.

  “Okay. Bye, Noah.”

  * * *

  When I open the door, Sunny is dressed and eating cereal in the kitchen. I lean against the counter opposite of her. “Good morning, best friend.”

  “Whash haz you so chespper?”

  “What?”

  She chews quickly then asks, “What has you so chipper?”

  “I have a date with Noah on Monday.”

  “It’s eight in the morning. How’d you get a date before eight in the morning?”

  “He was down at the beach surfing. We got to talking. There’s a bonfire on Monday.”

  “Please tell me some of your luck is going to rub off on me. I don’t think I can go much longer without some lovins.”

  “Sunny, my dear friend, you have every guy drooling after you—”

  “Except the one I want—”

  “That’s not true. He’s available and happens to be coming into Kehones quite often these days. Connect the dots.”

  “Only to get info on you to relay to his friend.”

  “Not true. I want you to stand there quietly and listen to my reasoning. This is how I see it. He’s just using ‘his friend’ as a cover to be able to talk to you. You aren’t pursuing him and almost seem shy when you’re around him which is un-Sunny like behavior if you ask me. But, maybe, he’s also shy around you.” I throw my hands into the air. “Where’s that gonna get us? I’ll tell you where. No where!” I take her by the hands pulling her from her slouchy position against the counter, and say, “Now stand up straight, stick out those boobs, chin up, and work what your mama gave you. Be the Sunny I know you can be and go get that man.” I lead her to the living room and slap her ass as she passes.