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Randy tied the white silk halter around her neck. She was going shopping at the local bazaars. She wore slim fitting khakis, trying to be a little on the modest side in a culture that still didn't like women to show a lot of skin. She wrapped a scarf around her head and slipped on sunglasses as she made her way out of her room. "I'm going out shopping," she called out to her parents who were sitting on the bungalow's porch.
"Where
are you going dear?" Hilde asked as she looked up from her book.
"To
the local bazaar. They always have beautiful things at those shops," Randy
replied as she smiled a little at her mother.
"Have
a wonderful time. Bring something back for me," Hilde said as she returned her
daughter's smile.
"Like
you need anything more," Duo mumbled with a magazine across his face. His head
was resting on Hilde's lap.
"Quiet
you. Go back to sleep," Hilde laughed as she ruffled his bangs with her hand.
Duo
stuck his tongue out at her.
Randy
giggled. "Well I won't be too long," she said as she continued down the steps.
The blazing sun beat down on her fair skin, which she covered up with a light
shawl. She made her way over to the Range Rover in the garage, which was for
the use of her family. She turned on the air conditioning full blast. "Man that
feels better," she said as she sped out of the gate towards the nearest town.
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Donavon
walked towards the Maxwell bungalow, with the intention of talking to Randy. He
could see Hilde and Duo on the porch. He walked up the few steps. "Afternoon
Hilde, Duo. Is Randy here?"
Duo
took the magazine off his face and looked up at the young man. "I take it you
wanted to talk to her?" he asked as he grinned slightly.
"Uhh…yeah,"
Donavon replied, flushing slightly.
Hilde
looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Duo's
grin got a little bigger. "You just missed her. She went shopping at one of the
local bazaars."
"Oh,
I guess I'll talk to her later then," Donavon said, shrugging his shoulders. He
turned his eyes away from Duo's knowing eyes. He walked back towards the main
house.
Hilde
looked at Duo and then at Donavon. "Did I miss something here?"
"No,
nothing important really," Duo answered innocently.
"That's
bull," Hilde snorted, "But I really don't want to know what you're up to
anyway." She looked down at him and smiled slightly. "You still scare me with
the things your mind comes up with."
"And
it makes you love me all the more," he smirked before leaning up and kissing
her.
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Donavon
shoved his hands in his pockets as he made his way towards the main house. He
wanted to talk to Randy about their dance at The Crown and everything else that
had happened between them. The sun beat
down on the back of his neck. He could feel the intense heat. It wouldn't have
much of an effect on his skin that was already tanned like his father's, but
his mother and his two sisters had to be weary of the sun especially this time
of day. He sat down on one of the wicker chairs that overlooked the pool. He
sighed and slumped down in his seat.
"Hello
Donavon," Veronica said as she came out on the porch in a two piece.
He
looked up at her and his lips quirked up slightly. "Hey Ver. Going swimming?"
"Yeah,
want to join me?" she asked flirtatiously as she leaned down and looked him in
the eyes.
"No
thanks," Donavon replied as he looked away from her.
Veronica
frowned for a moment. "I don't understand you," she said as she dropped her
towel on the chair next to him. "One minute you're the best boyfriend in the
world, and in the next minute you drop me like a hot potato."
"Are
we back to this again?" he sighed as he ran his hand over his face. "It wasn't
going to work out between us."
"How
would you know? You barely gave it a chance," she said tightly, facing him
again with her hands propped on her hips. "You asked me out, then six months
later, you dump me."
"I
didn't dump you. I told you that we weren't right for each other. There's a
difference," Donavon said mildly. "You're being melodramatic Ver."
Veronica
wrinkled her nose and glared at him with her sapphire eyes. "What was coming
between us is what I would like to know? What made you give up after six
months? And even after that you haven't dated in almost two years."
He
closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Can't you leave it alone Veronica. I
had my own personal reasons and I didn't want to hurt you while I was sorting
through them. And I haven't dated for the past two years is because I've had
more important things to do then girls and dating."
"I
didn't think it would be another girl Barton, you don't show any interest in
any except for all of us. And even then the one you're closest too is Randy,"
she scoffed as she narrowed her eyes at him a little.
Donavon
opened his eyes and looked at her. "Like I've said, I've had more important
things to worry about then girls and dating. And Randy is my best friend."
"Not
since you got drunk with her and accidentally kissed her."
"It
was one kiss that meant nothing. Stop talking about it already."
Veronica
snorted. "Man, aren't you in a touchy mood today."
Donavon
stood. "I'm going somewhere, where it's quiet and I don't have to listen to
this." He walked off the porch towards his family's bungalow.
She
watched him leave, her hands still propped on her hips. "What are you hiding
Donavon Barton?" she asked herself.
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Donavon
picked up his journal and set out towards the Land Rover in the garage. He
wanted to be alone and it was clear he wasn't going to get it by staying here.
He knew a place that he had come across when he was fifteen. It was an oasis
about ten miles away. It was secluded. It was private. It was perfect for him
to be alone and think.
Randy
looked at her purchases in the seat next to her. She had bought some hand-woven
fabrics and some jewelry for her mother. She still felt hot and sandy as she
drove with the air conditioning full blast. "Man, I need to cool off and fast,"
she said as she drove across the sand. She looked around and saw something in
the distance. "Hmm, I wonder what that is over there?" she asked herself as she
turned the Range Rover in that direction. She smiled broadly when she saw it
was an oasis. "How lovely," she exclaimed as she opened the door and hopped
out. Palms and other desert plants beckoned her. She pulled out two blankets
and the portable radio, walking through the undergrowth. "Oh wow! How cool."
She looked at the dappled water in front of her. The pond sparkled invitingly.
She looked around. "Well there is no one around and I'm perfectly safe on my
own. It wouldn't hurt for a short swim." She hurriedly stripped off all her
clothes and dove into the cool water. "Now this is the life," she sighed as she
tilted her head back and looked up at the trees overhead.
Donavon
halted behind some palms, leaving the SUV in the shade. He climbed out and
brought his journal with him. He walked though the thick undergrowth, the shade
feeling good on his arms and legs. He came to the clearing where the pond was.
His jaw dropped and his face flushed with embarrassed heat. There she was. The
woman he always wanted, skinny dipping right in front of him. He could hear the
faint sound of music and her humming along with it. "Damn," he muttered under
his breath as he closed his eyes, trying to rid himself of the image of her curving
body suspended in the depths of the clear water.
Her
eyes popped open when she heard someone's voice. She whirled around in the
water and her eyes locked with Donavon's. "Oh my God! Donavon! What are you
doing here!" She felt color rush to her face.
"I…I…was
coming here to be alone, I didn't realize that you would be here," he mumbled
as he glanced away from her. He felt his face flare with color. "Your dad said
you were out shopping."
"I
was," Randy replied as she sunk down in the water to her chin. "I wanted to
cool off. I felt hot."
"Yes,
it's hot," Donavon answered weakly. "And
God help me, so are you." "Maybe I should turn around," he said, giving her
his back. He could feel his heart pounding like crazy in his chest and his
blood rushing though his veins. He heard the splash of the water.
She
dashed out of the water and over to the blankets. She hurriedly picked one up
and wrapped it around her like a bath towel. Water slid down her legs and arms.
When the blanket was secure, she looked over at his back. "You can turn around
now," she called.
He
turned around again. "At least she's
covered so my nervous system doesn't go haywire." He was still blushing a
little. "I'm really sorry Randy."
Randy
sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's all right. I probably
shouldn't have been doing that."
Donavon
was determined to keep his eyes on her face and not the beads of water sliding
down her slender throat. He slowly walked over to her and dropped his journal
on the blanket lying on the sand. He looked back up at her. "I kind of wanted
to talk to you alone anyway."
"What
about?" she asked quizzically. She felt warm under his gaze that kept on
flickering towards her.
"About
what's happened? About that night at The Crown and the night that you and I
both got drunk," he explained hesitantly. "There are some things that have to
come out in the open."
"Like
what?"
"Like
at the dance club. The way that we were dancing…since we never really danced
together like that…before."
Randy
shrugged her shoulders. "It seemed like a good idea at the time," she sighed,
taking a deep breath.
Donavon
averted his eyes once again from her for her action had made her breasts rise a
little above the top of the blanket. "So it didn't mean anything?"
"I
don't know. Did you want it to mean something? Why all of these questions?"
"I
just wanted to know why. It doesn't mean anything. You were kind of dressed to
kill and I was wondering if you had a motive for doing so."
Randy
frowned. "That's what Miles asked me too."
Donavon's
head popped up with surprise. "When did he say that?"
"When
I got home that night from the club. He snuck in through my window. He started
throwing accusations at me."
"Like
what?"
"Like
that fact that why was I getting drunk with you. And what really happened that
night we got drunk," she said as her frowned got deeper. "He also accused me of
leading him on."
"He
did? I didn't think he would say that to you," Donavon said with bewilderment.
"But…" he trailed off.
"But
what?" Randy asked, her eyes narrowing a little.
"You
dress the part of a tease," he said faintly.
Her
nostrils flared in anger. "What the hell would you know?"
"I'm
only telling the truth," Donavon snapped, his temper firing up briefly. "I
don't want you think that I was lying to you. And about you leading him on? I
would say yes, you do, but you don't do it intentionally. It's just the kind of
person you are."
"So
you think that too!" Her eyes were darkening imperceptibly.
He
could see her temper mounting by the high color in her cheeks and the way her
eyes were glittering ominously. "I didn't say intentionally!"
"That's
not all he asked me! He asked me if I was still a virgin! Are you going to
question that too!"
"Why
would he ask you that?"
"Because
he thinks you fucked me!" Randy shouted at him. Her hands clenching and
unclenching.
Donavon's
eyes went wide.
"He
was jealous of you because he thought I gave you the goods and he didn't!"
He
lowered his eyes to the sand under his bare feet. "I didn't think we did
anything. I wasn't sure if we did. But you are still a virgin?" he asked
timidly.
"Of
course I am you baka!" she hissed at him.
Donavon
returned his eyes to hers. Her eyes were the almost the color of storm clouds.
A drop of water slid down her cheek. He was relieved that she still was a
virgin. "I was only asking."
"Well
you should know better! And what's it to you anyway! I've never been that kind
of girl!
"It's
just…it's just…oh hell, I don't know!" he said with exasperation. "Don't get
all defensive about it. I'm sorry I even asked."
She
compressed her lips into a thin line. "I suppose you're sorry, but it doesn't
mean I feel any kinder towards you at this moment."
He
sighed, defeated. "This is not what I had in mind," he muttered under his
breath as he looked at her.
Randy
tilted her head with some confusion. "And what does that mean?"
He
looked into her eyes. "There were other things I wanted to say to you. That I
needed to ask you, but I don't know how or if I should even bother telling you
now."
"Could
you express it non-verbally?" she asked, becoming very annoyed and very
perplexed.
His
heart beat hard against his ribs. "You want me to express it non-verbally?"
"Is
that so hard?"
"Are
you sure?"
"I'm
sure," she said with pique.
"All
right," Donavon said as he cupped her face in his hands. "What my brother said
wasn't true. I know you never would do those things intentionally. So don't
even believe them for a second. Even I'm a fool for saying them, but it doesn't
change how I feel about you." And with that, he kissed her.
Randy
was stunned. Shocked even as his lips pressed against hers. It was a gentle
kiss, which he didn't seem to be ending. Her eyes closed gradually as his mouth
remained on hers, almost begging for her to participate. Her arms fell
bonelessly to her sides. Her lips moved against his hesitantly.
He
started a little when she began to respond. He nudged her lips apart and
lightly touched his tongue to her lips.
She
felt her skin tingle and her heart begin to thump wildly. Her hands came up and
lightly rested against his light cotton shirt. She never thought that he would
kiss her like this. Her lips parted to allow his tongue to stroke hers.
Donavon
slid his hands from her cheeks to her neck. He could still feel the dampness of
her skin against his fingertips. He rubbed his thumbs against her jaw.
Randy
felt her legs get a little weak. Her fingers tightened in his shirt. She pulled
her lips away from his. "Donavon?" she whispered.
He
tilted her chin up to look at him. "There is no way you couldn't know how I
feel about you now. I love you Randy. I have since we were kids. There we so
many times I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid to."
She
looked up at him with wonder in her eyes. "You…love me?"
"Yes,
I love you. You're all that I ever wanted," he said softly as he gazed deep
into her eyes.
Randy
was stupefied by his admission. She didn't know what to say.
When
she didn't say anything, Donavon searched her eyes and could see the confusion
flickering in them. He kissed her upturned lips lightly. "I don't care if you
don't love me back. I just want you to know how I feel about you. I love you,"
he said as his lips pressed against hers insistently.
Her
eyes closed as her mind still whirled with the words he just said. "He loves me. He said that he's always loved
me. Why didn't I see it?" His kiss continued to make her mind turn to mush
and she could feel languorous warmth stealing through her limbs. "What is he doing to me? Miles's kisses
never made me feel like this." Her
lips melded with his in another kiss and her arms came up and looped around his
neck.
Her
response to his kiss startled him. "She's
really kissing me back. Is this really happening? Believe it Barton, it's really happening." He wrapped his arms
around her slim waist, pulling her tightly to him. Her tongue was rubbing
against his, making all rational thought flee from his mind.
Randy
had to stand on the tip of her toes as she kissed him. She could feel his hands
resting on the small of her back. She moved her body closer to his, her breasts
flattening against his chest.
Donavon
growled in his throat as she pressed her body even closer to his. Bits and
pieces of that drunken night came to him in his mind, the feel and taste of her
skin against his mouth and his fingertips. His hands fisted a little in the
blanket covering her.
Her
mind was in a haze. She could feel his heart pounding against hers. She
couldn't explain what it was making her feel. Her skin itched from the inside
out.
Even
though he was rigidly controlling his libido, his mind had less then saintly
ideas. "God, she tastes good. I could do this forever and never get tired of
her mouth. I would so love to touch her all over with my hands and mouth.
Feeling her arch her body against mine and hear her sighing my name in my ear. No, no Donavon. You can kiss all you like,
but you're not going to do anything more. So get those salacious little
thoughts out of your head." The
radio was still playing in the background, just loud enough for them to hear.
It's the S the L the I the M
Let me tell you what I wanna
do
Let me show you that I'm
feelin' you
Wanna sex, wanna ride with
you
Wanna put my lips all over
you
His control was breaking as she rubbed her body against his. His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, sipping the water still clinging to her. "You taste so good," he breathed against her throat, "Do you taste that way all over?"
Randy had never heard his voice like that before. It only served to make her skin burn even more.
Can't get enough of
you
Always take care of
you
So sweet, so very
wet
So good, girl you
make me sweat
Donavon hands slipped down to her hips. He sealed his mouth to the base of her throat, sucking lightly. He slowly began lowering her down to the blanket at their feet. He felt hot all over, his clothes, sticking to him.
Her head fell back. Parts of her were tingling deliciously as she was gently lowered to the blanket. He came to lie on top of her, one of his legs resting between hers. A long drawn out sigh escaped her lips.
Girl I'm talkin'
'bout
His skin prickled as she sighed. His lips dropped a little lower, licking the water from her flesh.
Her hands came up and began running through his thick russet hair.
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you
know I'm a fiend
Getting' freaky in
my Bentley limousine
It's even better
when it's with ice cream
Donavon could taste the sweetness of her skin. "She
tastes just like the peaches she smells like."
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
Randy arched her body against his mouth, wanting to feel it all over. She couldn't get enough
I need it cause you
know I'm a fiend
Getting' freaky in
my Bentley limousine
It's even better
when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean,
peaches and cream
He felt her body move against his. The junction of her thighs, sliding against him teasingly. "Randy," he growled against her breastbone. He wanted her so damn bad it was making him hurt all over. His one hand, with a mind of its own, was gliding up from her knee to her thigh.
She felt herself get even hotter. Flames were burning in the pit of her stomach, wanting to be put out. "Donavon?" she asked in a smoky voice.
I never thought that
I would be
So addicted to you
On top, underneath,
on the side of you
Better yet baby
inside of you
"Mmm?"
"Touch me," she whispered raggedly.
"Where?"
"Higher," she instructed as his hand slid up her thigh to the hem of the blanket. "Higher."
His hand disappeared beneath the blanket, traveling up the smooth expanse of her long toned thigh. His fingers paused momentarily, suddenly unsure.
She decided for him, shifting her body down until his fingers touched her. "Oh God," she sighed.
Love the way you're
just flowin' down
And I can feel it
all around
Donavon was startled for a few seconds. He had never done this before. His fingers pressed against her warm, wet flesh.
Randy let out a whimper.
In the front, in the
back of you
Ooh, I love the
taste of you
He looked up at her face. Her eyes were half-mast, the cobalt blue, darkening to a midnight blue. He had never seen her eyes look like that before. They were filled with passion. For him. He watched her face as he deliberately moved his fingers. Her eyes closed and another whimper escaped her lips and he couldn't help but smile.
Girl you know what
I'm talking about
Her nails dug into his shoulders. The feelings rushing through her were intense. Intense sexual feelings. She had never let Miles touch her like this.
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know
that I'm a fiend
Getting' freaky in
my Bentley limousine
It's even better
when it's with ice cream
Donavon bent his head and captured her lips once again with his. "I shouldn't be doing this. I can't help it anymore. I don't want to stop." He felt her moan against his lips. And being guided instinct, he dipped one finger inside of her.
"Oh God."
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
"Randy," he whispered against her mouth. His finger reached higher into the welcoming warmth of her body. His finger touched the thin membrane that proclaimed her virginity. "I can't make love to her. I can't do this." He started to remove his finger.
"No, don't stop," she said breathlessly against his lips.
He gazed down at her. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she replied before she pulled him down to her lips.
I need it cause you
know I'm a fiend
Getting' freaky in
my Bentley limousine
It's even better
when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean,
peaches and cream
Her breathy admission made him groan as her hands slid down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. The feel of her fingers roving over his skin made him plunge his finger deeper inside of her, causing her to gasp pleasurably.
Won't stop girl you
know I can't get enough
Wanna taste it in
the morning when I'm waking up
Like peach cobbler
in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs around
my neck so I can't get up
Randy could feel something building up inside of her. She knew what it was and she wanted it. She wanted to know what it felt like. Her nails raked down his chest.
He felt her tightening around his finger. He felt the sharp sting of her nails on his chest.
See the boys 112 we
from the A' (A' –shorty we don't play)
And we it comes to
eating peaches, shorty we don't play
So all the ladies in
the house if your peach the shit
Put your hands in
the air represent your clique
She tore her lips away from his, her breathing labored. Her eyes honed in on his.
Donavon returned her look, by boldly looking into her passion filled eyes.
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you
know I'm a fiend
Getting' freaky in
my Bentley limousine
It's even better
when it's with ice cream
Randy felt like she was going to explode. She wanted it and yet at the same time she didn't want the incredible feeling to ever end. "Is this what I've been missing? Have I needed him to feel this way?" "More."
He watched her moist lips form the words. He pressed his forehead against hers, keeping their eyes locked. She began to emit soft whimpers from her lips.
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
Donavon gently thrust in another finger.
Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers managed to hit something inside of her. She felt her skin pebble with excitement as the feeling swept throughout her whole body.
I need it cause you
know I'm a fiend
Getting' freaky in
my Bentley limousine
It's even better
when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean,
peaches and cream
Suddenly, she went into overload. The pressure inside of her burst a thousand directions. Her back arched, pressing down on his fingers embedded inside her body. And his name rushed past her lips in a serrated sigh. "Oh Donavon."
His skin prickled at the sound of his name being called. Her eyes were closed as short cries burst from her lips. He watched her expression change to one of rapture. He had never thought he would get to see that kind of face from her. He so desperately wanted it to be more then just his fingers inside her. He covered her mouth with his.
Oh girl I need it
I gotta have it
It's always on my
mind
This was his fantasy. It had always been in the back of his head, where he kept all his other little less then saintly ideas stored. And it was coming true. His tongue tangled with hers.
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
Randy dug her nails into his resilient flesh, breaking slightly through the skin. Waves of bliss continued to crash through her. She never wanted this feeling to ever end.
I like it in my car
Or even in my bed
Or baby on the
stairs
Donavon felt her nails and he hit that spot in her one more time, making her cry out against his mouth.
"Donavon!"
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
The feeling slowly began to recede. Randy didn't even want to move. Her body felt heavy with lassitude.
Donavon slowly removed his fingers. He propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her. The shadows of the tree danced across her, creating dappled patterns on her skin. Her eyes were still closed and she was still breathing hard. "Randy," he whispered.
Oh girl I need it
I gotta have it
It's always on my
mind
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up into the love and desire filled gray green eyes. She couldn't explain what had happened. In those few seconds, even though he wasn't inside of her, she felt like they were one.
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
He watched her take shallow breaths, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on the base of her throat, against her pulse. It was still throbbing madly. Just being with her like this in the aftermath was better then actually making love to her. It was all he needed.
I like it in my car
Or even in my bed
Or baby on the
stairs
She felt the softness of his lips against her. Her lips curved up into a smile. His hair tickled her throat.
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
"Randy, Randy, I love you," Donavon said against her skin as he bent his head and pressed a kiss directly over her heart.
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you
know I'm a fiend
Getting' freaky in
my Bentley limousine
It's even better
when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
Randy heard his words. Her heart swelled with happiness. His lips came back to hers, and they clung together for several moments.
I need it cause you
know I'm a fiend
Getting' freaky in
my Bentley limousine
It's even better
when it's with ice cream
He lifted his mouth away from hers. He looked down at his
slippery fingers. They were covered with her. "Her mouth and her skin taste
like peaches, does the rest of her taste the same?"
Know what I mean, Peaches and cream
Donavon looked back into her eyes. They were bright,
filled with desire and something else he couldn't define. He lifted his fingers
to his lips and lightly licked them off. "She tastes just like peaches."
Randy felt herself become enflamed again. She couldn't believe that he had just done that. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip. He wanted to. Her hand that was resting on his tanned skin wandered down his rippled stomach, but before her hand could reach its goal, his fingers enfolded around it.
"No Randy. If you touch me I won't be able to restrain myself. You don't have to because just watching your face and hearing you say my name is enough," Donavon said faintly. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed each one. "I want to keep you a virgin. It belongs to the man who gets the honor of calling you wife and no one else. Not even me."
"But what if I don't want to be a virgin any more. Miles seemed to want a girlfriend he didn't have to wait for," she whispered ruefully.
"My brother was a dope. I want to wait for you," Donavon said as he stood. He pulled her up with him. He saw her about to protest and he shook his head. "I want you to be sure how you feel about me. You know that I love you, but I can still see the uncertainty in your eyes. And if I'm the man you marry, I would love nothing more to make love to you."
Randy's mouth rounded in a small O. "Have you ever had sex before?"
"No."
"Not even with Veronica?"
"No, as much as she tried to tempt me. But I have this notion about waiting for the right woman."
"So what we just did…you never did that before?"
"No. I never wanted to before. Have you?"
She lowered her eyes. "No, I never let Miles go that far or rather he never ventured that far." She raised her eyes to his once again. "And you and Ver…"
"Never went that far. I was always a complete gentleman with her. There was only one who I would even think about touching like that," he said as he bent his head over hers. He pressed a kiss on her rumpled hair.
Randy felt his heartbeat against hers. He didn't have to say whom he was talking about. She already knew it was her. She leaned away a little and looked into his face. "Then why if you loved me so much, why didn't you let your brother date me?"
"Because I wanted you to be happy and I thought you would be happier with him rather then me. I felt that he could give you what you needed," Donavon replied. He could still see bewilderment in her eyes. He reached up and touched her cheek with the back of his hand. "I think its time you head back. You're parents will be wondering where you are."
She nodded her head. "I guess so." She was reluctantly released from his embrace. She picked up her clothes. "Do you mind?" she asked, blushing faintly.
"No, not at all," he said as he turned around. He closed his eyes as well. He could hear the slight rustling of her pulling on her clothes.
Randy hurriedly tied the halter around her neck. She glanced up at him. His back was to her. She smiled slightly. "Always the perfect gentleman," she whispered to herself. "You can turn around now," she said as she smoothed her hand over her pants.
Donavon turned to gaze at her and she looked beautiful as always. He didn't say anything, but went over to her and pulled her into his arms. He never wanted to let her go. "I love you, but I know that you need time to think about this." He tipped her chin up with his fingers and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Now go on back to the compound."
Her eyes fluttered open. "Aren't you?"
"I'll follow you in a little while. Ok?"
"All right," she said as she picked up the blankets and
headed back towards her SUV. She glimpsed him over her shoulder as she walked
away. "He loves me. I never thought he felt anything for me. He's had a
crush on me since we were little and I never knew it. He didn't even know that
I had a crush on him too. But he's right, I have to have some time to think
about this before I jump into anything."
Donavon looked after her as she disappeared in the
undergrowth. He expelled a deep breath and raked his hands through his mussed
hair. He sat down on the sand and stared at the water. He told her. He had
finally told her that he loved her. It was a monumental point in his view. He
looked down at the nail marks on his chest and couldn't help but chuckle a
little. "I don't know how the hell I'm going to hide these, but I'll think of
something." He could still hear her voice in his ears as she climaxed. It sent
chills all over his body again. "Maybe a dip in the water would be a good
idea," he said as he stripped off his shirt and toed off his shoes before
heading towards the water. "But I don't know how she feels about me. That's
the only drawback, but I'm hoping she feels something for me. I love her so
much, and I need her to love me back."
*Song: "Peaches and Cream" by 112
A/N:
I hope you all enjoyed that chapter. A little lime/lemon in there for all you
hentais! Stay tuned for more coming soon! XOXO!