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“Thanks, man, I appreciate it.”

“I’ve got to get running, but why don’t we meet up Friday down here?  It’s her…our… birthday.”  I hoped that wasn’t too much on him, but I really thought we should spend it together, remembering the good times instead of thinking about her not being there with us that year.

Getting up and brushing the sand off his pants, he called out as he started making his way back up to the parking lot, “I had already planned on spending my day down here with her. See you then, Ryde.” 

I didn’t even know what I was supposed to do.  I didn’t get the chance to stay and talk with her the day before and felt like I needed to spend a few minutes alone on the beach so I could talk with her.  Tristen was right about the fact that I could feel her presence there.  I missed her so damn much it hurt.

Feeling the sand slide between my fingers, I welcomed the grainy feel and relished having the sun beat down and warm the sand and my skin.  The beach used to be my safe haven, but ever since the accident, it plagued my nightmares. 

Closing my eyes, I tilted my head toward the sky and began a conversation that was long overdue.  Even before I began to speak, I could feel the lump in my throat growing bigger by the second, but I needed to do it.

“Hey, sis.  How ya hanging up there?  I hope they have some of the biggest waves up in heaven for you to surf.  I miss hearing your laugh and all the curse words that flowed freely no matter who you were talking to.  I think Tristen really misses you, too.  Thank you for watching over him while I wasn’t around.  It was shitty of me, but I know you’ve been looking down and keeping us safe, Cam.  I’m sorry I haven’t come down to visit you more.  Can you believe we’re going to be twenty-eight on Friday?  I’ll be here to spend the day with Tristen and you.  I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw some fireworks light up the sky at night. You always did like to go out with a boom.  Goodnight, Cami. Sweet Dreams.”

I ended up leaving the beach a half hour later and knew I was in no condition to be an active participant in hanging out with Payton.  The problem was that I wanted to be near her and see her again already.  I made it back to the hotel in no time and was in the shower at twenty minutes to eight.  As I made my way out of the bathroom, my phone buzzed, indicating a message from Zoe.

Zoe:
 
Long time no see stranger. I miss you, how have you been?

Ugh, I did not need her texting me at that moment.  We hadn’t spoken in two years and didn’t really have anything to talk about.  Every time she and her latest boyfriend broke up, she would try to get in touch with me.  I decided I didn’t owe it to her to even respond but I highly doubted she would let up.  I’d probably be getting phone calls and voicemails by the next day if I didn’t say something.  Needless to say, she was a cold-hearted bitch and I couldn’t believe I wasted two years with that cheating whore. But hey, no hard feelings, right?

Me:
 
Now’s not a good time Zoe.  Have a great life

I heard a faint knock on the door and realized I had gotten sidetracked and was still in a towel.  Looking down, I knew she would be perfectly fine with me greeting her that way.  I couldn’t help but saunter over to the door with a smile on my face.

I swung open the door to find her fidgeting with the zipper of her purse and biting her lip.  She smelled heavenly—floral with a hint of spice.  When she looked up at me, her eyes gave her uncertainty of the situation away.   I wasn’t sure what made her feel that way, but was sure I’d be able to make her feel at ease as the night progressed.

“Hey there, sweetheart.  Ready for some fun?  Come on in and make yourself comfortable.”  I stepped aside, giving her free reign to walk on in, but she stayed in the hallway, not moving an inch.  She gave me a onceover before looking back into my eyes.

“I was scared this wasn’t your room.  Uhh.  Umm.  Why aren’t you dressed?”  She was pretty cute.  Payton was just openly staring at me and blushing red in embarrassment.  She was fidgeting with her fingers, showcasing her nervousness.

“I was just about to; I lost track of time.  Make yourself at home and I’ll go change.  Want something to drink?  You can raid the mini bar while you wait.” 

“Nah, I’m good.  This view is amazing!” She stepped in further toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the view of the city to one side and the beach to the far left.  I watched her for a moment before heading to get ready. 

“I’m flattered, really, but I don’t think I should stay in just a towel all night.  It would be a hassle trying to keep it closed.” 
I love fucking with her.

She gave me that ‘you think you’re so clever’ look and turned back toward the windows.

As I strode to the master bedroom, I decided to keep the door open, just in case she decided to walk on by.  I dropped my towel while pulling out a new pair of boxer briefs and changed into them before looking for my black jeans and grabbing a white Henley shirt.  Realizing that she probably wasn’t going to be taking a peek, I met her back out in the main room and turned on some music before motioning her to have a seat on the couch with me.  She seemed unsettled with being alone in my room with me but she was the one who spoke first.  

“You left the gym in a hurry this morning.  You seemed a little on edge.  Is everything alright?” 

I contemplated my answer to her question for a moment.  I left the gym because I didn’t want to hear about her and other guys, but also knowing that I had to meet with Tristen added fuel to the fire.

“I’ve just got a lot going on.  Nothing to worry about.  I’m glad you wanted to come over, though.”  I wanted to touch her, even if it was just on her thigh, but I didn’t want to scare her off.  From the look in her eyes, she looked like she was ready to run.  I moved my arm so that it was draped over the top of the couch as an inviting gesture but she stiffened immediately. 

“It was probably stupid for me to drop by.  I’m not really sure what I’m doing here.  I should go.”

I noticed her glancing between my eyes and lips and wanted to taste her so badly.  In the dress she wore, her perky breasts were just begging to be grabbed, nibbled, and sucked.  Oh the things I could do to her.  She wanted me, but was scared for some reason.  I could see the war going on behind those deep blue eyes.  Her passion and desire were trying to be tamed by logic. 

I needed to kiss her.  She was waiting for me to tell her to stay or go and her leaving right then wasn’t an option.  Her lips had a slight gloss to them and I lost all coherent thoughts.  Leaning toward her, she instantly followed suit and moved an inch closer as well.  Payton looked up at me with questioning eyes.  I grabbed the back of her head and brought her within an inch of my lips, feeling her breath against my skin. 

“I think you should stay,” I whispered right before my lips touched hers.  A shiver coursed through her body and the sensation drove me insane.  She let me lead the kiss and opened her mouth with no question when my tongue traced against her lips.  She moved closer to me with one hand playing with my hair and the other on my thigh, teasingly close to my swelling cock.  She didn’t move that hand any further up but it was close enough to drive me crazy.  She moved toward me with motive, straddling me on the couch as she rubbed herself against my hardness.  Oh sweet Jesus I could feel her warmth and smell her arousal.  She began kissing me passionately all the while grinding herself against my cock.  My raging hard-on was pressed uncomfortably against my jeans and I didn’t know why I bothered changing out of the towel.  All I could think about was tasting her, making her beg for it, and then finally taking her.  

My hands began at the edge of her dress and slowly started massaging her thighs, working my way inward.  I loved how toned her legs were and thought about them being wrapped around my waist, tightening as she came for me.  Before getting to her wetness, I glided over her toned stomach and took her succulent breasts into my hands, all the while kissing her neck and moving my lips lower to her chest.  I wanted to get her out of those clothes and devour every inch of her body.  The noises coming from her were so fucking sexy I would be glad to last two minutes, but that just meant there would be a few rounds that night, of which I was game.

Before I could get her dress and bra off, Payton had moved my hand back down between her legs, showing me what she really wanted. 

Holy hell, she isn’t wearing any panties.
  I looked up and she shrugged her shoulders, all the while smirking deviously. 

I wasn’t expecting that.  I was happy to oblige.  I wasn’t used to a girl showing me exactly what she wanted and
fuck me
it was a turn on.  She continued kissing me and riding my hand as I slid two fingers into her tight, wet pussy.  She was slick with want and having her pulse around my fingers was incredible. 

“Fuck, you’re wet for me, baby.  Is this what I do to you?”  Her response was a moan and I accepted that answer.  I could feel her tighten around my fingers, so I slowed up a bit, drawing out her pleasure.

“Oh, Ryder, please don’t stop.  I need this.”  She opened her eyes slowly, showing the desire and want she had for me. 

“Mmm, Payton, I need to taste you.  I’ll let you come, but not until I get what I want.” With that, I took her in my arms and laid her on the couch with me still in between her legs.  She wasn’t lying when she said she was waxed.  It was magnificently smooth and slightly swollen with want, just waiting for me.

Using my tongue on her clit to form slow circles and sucking occasionally, I inserted my fingers and curled them just a little to reach her spot.  I was able to feel her birth control ring and silently cheered for that.  The arching of her back gave me the idea that she was enjoying it as much as I was.  I wanted to be inside her so damn badly that I was actually in pain, but I wanted to feel her pulse around my fingers and taste her as she came for me. 

She began writhing against me and pulled my face closer to her clit.  When she started coming for me, I switched my fingers for my tongue and kept pressure on her clit with my thumb.  She tasted so sweet and was screaming my name as she rode the wave.  I licked her sweetness clean, and when I looked up, she had the most content look on her face.  No other woman had ever tasted so delicious that I wanted to go back for more the moment I brought her to ecstasy. 

Without saying a word, she moved in between my legs beneath me.  I was pretty sure she was the most amazing woman in the world.  I didn’t have to say a word about returning the favor, and just seeing and feeling her come undone was satisfaction enough for me.  Not saying that I was going to turn down what she was about to do to me.

After unzipping my jeans and sliding them down just a little, she helped me spring free from my boxer briefs.  She licked her lips as she stared at my dick.  Payton started at the bottom of my cock and licked her way to the head, twirling her tongue once she got there.  Her mouth felt incredible, so hot and wet as she stroked me ravenously in and out of her mouth.  

“Oh fuck, that feels good.”  Her hungry gaze was on me the entire time which was almost enough to make me come on the spot.  One hand was playing gently with my sac while the other grasped my shaft, firmly moving in a steady motion up and down as she flicked her tongue along the rim of my swollen tip.  She took nearly all of me in and feeling the back of her throat was about to make me explode each time it happened.  She was making little noises as she took me in over and over and the vibrations felt beyond amazing.  Every now and then she would make that
pop
sound when my cock came out of her mouth and she must have realized it was turning me the fuck on.  I couldn’t help but think that she was enjoying it, too.

I was holding back as long as I could, and as if she could sense I was about to blow, she grasped onto my hips and started sucking fervently with need.  I had no choice but to come in her mouth, and feeling her swallow around my sensitive head was unreal.  Sweet Jesus, I can’t tell you how much better it was feeling her warm mouth around me as I came, instead of creaming on her tits or ass.  Sure, that was a nice visual, but feeling her warm throat against my head as I came was unbelievable.  Only after the spasms subsided did she look up at me with pride in her eyes and a naughty smile.   

“Let’s play a game, shall we?”  There was a hint of mischief in her eyes as she said it.  I figured that would be all the fun—for at least a little while, so we could both recharge—but she was already ready for more it seemed.

“At this point, I’m game for anything.”  I really hoped it involved finishing what we started.

“Poker.  Texas Hold ‘Em specifically.  Whoever loses the hand has three options.  They can take off an article of clothing, take a shot, or tell the other person something personal.  I saw you had a bottle of tequila on the table and we’ll have to make do with the glasses they gave us to do the shots.  You still game, Ryder?”

“And you just assume I have a deck of cards that I travel with?  Or did you come here prepared, Miss Payton?”

“I’m
always
prepared.”

“Deal me in.”  I took a look at her outfit and counted that she had on three articles of clothing and her heels.  I may not be the best at poker but I had on, shit, three articles of clothing.  Why didn’t I put on socks or an undershirt?  Oh well, it just meant that we could get to more... pressing matters sooner which was completely fine by me.

An hour later, I was in my boxer briefs and she was in her bra and we were considerably drunk.  I found out she once almost got together with her friend Chloe while drunk and they decided to see what was so amazing about being with another girl.  She let me know that kissing and playing with each other’s tits was as far as they went because they were both grossed out when they realized they were about to see each other’s pussy.

 I may have happened to tell her that I once called a girl I was having sex with by her sister’s name in bed because I had really wanted her sister but settled for the next best thing.