Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

made me let go of so many old ideas of what I should be, but I couldn’t quite let go of the rest of it, couldn’t quite take the risk of starting a new life, until I went home and saw how miserable I was without you. So I’m back.”

“What about your business?”

“Sold it. And I’m starting a new business. I just signed a lease for a shop on Duval. I’m going to call it Hemingway’s Books and Booze, a combination bookstore and bar.”

A huge laugh escaped him. She was a genius.

“We’ll have a drink of the day, and also an erotic book of the day—because, well, this is Key West, so it only seems right. I might even let you tend bar for me,” she said, running her hands over his chest through his tank top.

“That works out well,” he informed her with a smile, “since I’ll be giving my notice here and at the Lizard soon. As soon as I make that last boat payment, I’ll make enough just off my snorkeling trips. But tending bar for you—well, that would be a labor of love, angel. Because I do love you, you know. And I should have told you before you left. I love you, Carrie. I love you.”

Carrie’s heart sizzled at the sound of those perfect words. Suddenly, all fear and trepidation vanished. All that really mattered was what he’d just said and the knowledge deep down inside her that it was real and that it would last—forever. “Oh baby,” she breathed, “I love you, too. So, so much.”

With a heat-laced smile, he pulled her in for another hot kiss, his tongue sending licks of flames straight to her pussy. She couldn’t help leaning in closer, pressing her cunt against the familiar and oh-so-wonderful column of hardness at the front of his shorts. “God, I’ve missed your cock,” she purred.

He let out a sexy growl in reply, and without warning, planted his hands back on her ass, picked her up again, and carried her through a doorway behind the bar, into what appeared to be a small galley containing a refrigerator and a counter.

He’d just lowered her to the counter and started to kiss her, when a sharp voice cut in. “What the hell are you doing, Chris? You know you can’t touch a passenger.”

She looked up to see an older man with salt-and-pepper hair who she recognized as one of the Party Barge’s owners, who she’d seen on her first excursion. Yet to her surprise, Chris pulled her into a warm embrace and looked up at the guy with a smile. “It’s okay, Ben, because this woman is going to marry me.”

She gasped and pulled back slightly to stare at him. “Marry?”

He answered with a short kiss. “Maybe not right away. I know you don’t like to rush into things,” he said with a wink. “But eventually—oh yeah, angel. I’m gonna marry you.” Then he looked up at his boss. “Ben, I’ve been waiting to get my hands back on this girl for what seems like a long time now, so…could I impose upon you for some privacy?”

Slowly, the older man cracked a smile. “Sure, Chris,” he said, then walked out.

Carrie could still hear the raucous sounds of the wet t-shirt contest outside as Chris whispered in her ear, “I need to fuck you now.”

She lifted her ass, to help him ease her new bikini bottoms off, then she reached down and pulled her clingy wet shirt up over her breasts. Feasting his eyes on them, he let out a hot sigh and closed his hands firmly around them, sending a flash of heat through her body. “My pussy is throbbing for you,” she purred. When he glanced down, she coquettishly said, “Freshly shaven.”

“Mmm, sexy,” he replied, then slowly stooped down to deliver one sweet, hot kiss between her parted thighs, directly on her clit.

She let out a soft moan as the much-missed pleasure echoed through her, and when she watched him open his shorts and pull out his enormous shaft, hard and ready for her, she spread her legs wider. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

As he pushed his cock slowly into her tight opening, they both let out deep, low groans. After a few weeks of no sex, her cunt had constricted a little, but his cock stretched her back out now, in the most delicious, filling way. “Ah, I love this tight little pussy,” he whispered breathlessly.

“My pussy loves you, too,” she cooed.

Placing his hands at her hips, he began to fuck her, slow and deep, slowly getting her cunt re-accustomed to his size, until she wanted more, wanted him hard and fast, and told him so.

They looked into each other’s eyes as his strokes grew longer, more demanding, his thrusts soon making her cry out with all the pleasure she’d missed so desperately. She wrapped herself around him, absorbing each hot lunge as he worked her body against his. She writhed against him, harder, harder, pushing his shirt up as well, raking her nipples against his bare chest.

Just like so many other times when they’d fucked, when she least expected it, he eased one finger into the tight fissure of her ass, magnifying every sensation tenfold. “Oh, God,” she said, her orgasm coming on instantly. “Oh God, baby!”

As the hot climax crashed over her, she leaned her head back, lost in the heat, lost in the consuming waves that radiated from her clit out through her torso and limbs. She heard her moaning cries—she couldn’t have held them in if her life had depended on it. She relished the supreme intimacy of having their bodies interlocked, of having him bring her to orgasm, perhaps more than ever before, having thought she’d never feel this wonderful satiation with him again.

“Ah, angel, here I go, too,” he murmured, then slammed his cock into her hard and deep, nearly lifting her off the counter, and making her feel him so far up within her body that she