Take the Money and Come

Chapter 9: Flying High

Chapter 9: Flying HighSarah paced back and forth across her hotel suite, waiting for Callie to return. She'd returned to their room shortly after Nico had left and had no idea where her friend had gone off to. She couldn't really complain given that she'd gone out to dinner last night and failed to return at all. Realizing she'd wear a hole in the rug if she kept this up, she changed course, heading to her room. Once there, she rummaged through her suitcase looking for a swimsuit. She'd been meaning to make use of the hotel's pool since she arrived and there was no time like the present. Besides, swimming was an awful lot like pacing, just without the rug to destroy in the process. She lifted up the only bathing suit she could find, but it wasn't a bathing suit exactly; two scant pieces of fabric she'd never seen before in her life with a note attached.

“Sorry Sarah, but I think that one-piece grandma contraption you had packed was outlawed by the state. I didn't want you to get in trouble.” Callie had scrawled sarcastically.

“Great,” Sarah breathed. She knew her friend meant well, but this was getting out of hand. Holding up the skimpy bikini, she nodded. “Fine,” she sighed resignedly, placing it on her bed while she stripped off her dress from the night before. Slipping into the bikini, she wondered for a moment if it would have been easier—and no more revealing—to go down to the pool naked. Dismissing the idea, she grabbed a casual sundress from her luggage to act as a cover-up and padded out of her room to the hotel suite's door. She wavered for a moment once she reached the pool, but finally shrugged her shoulders, ditched the cover-up and dove into the cool, refreshing water.

Not five minutes later, her laps were interrupted by a group of children and their parents hopping into the pool, but Sarah didn't mind. The youngest of the group seemed enthralled with Sarah almost immediately, fascinated for some reason with her fiery auburn hair. But the child—maybe three years of age—was too nervous to go in the pool, so with the mother's permission, Sarah sat next to her by the water's edge, learning all about the ABCs, the colors of the rainbow, and how the young girl's older brother was most definitely the meanest individual in the world—because he could hide better in a game of hide and seek, and he never shared his potato chips. Sarah laughed at the child's tales.

Nico had strolled around the hotel upon his return, not ready for the confines of his suite just yet. Walking along the garden-lined paths, he looked up, surveying the crowds of people bustling around the pool. He spotted her instantly and desire flooded every fiber of his body, seeing her scantily clad form. But as he watched her laughing, oblivious to the multitude of onlookers staring appreciatively, something very disturbing happened. An image flashed through Nico's mind, Sarah sitting by the water's edge and a young girl by her side, but the little girl in his image had Nico's dark hair and Sarah's delicate features and vivid green eyes.

“Where the hell did that come from?” he berated himself silently, turning away in hopes of banishing the image from his head. He clearly must have taken leave of his senses, certain he needed to speed along the conclusion of their brief acquaintance. It probably wasn't so surprising though; Sarah had quickly come to represent what was good to him, and as much as that was out of his grasp, he wanted it nonetheless.

He chanced another glance in her direction but this time she had found him. Even from the yards of distance between them, he could easily see the sudden flare of fiery heat in her eyes and all other thoughts fled. Of their own volition, his feet compelled him forward and didn't stop until he stood just a few feet from her. They didn't want to stop there, but he couldn't very well take her right there on the pool deck, right next to the bright-eyed toddler.

“Have you ever been on a flyboard?” he asked in lieu of a greeting, not knowing he was going to ask until the words were already out of his mouth. This certainly didn't sound like f*****g her and sending her on her way, he reminded himself too late. But he couldn't resist; if he was going to send her on her way once he'd had her, he was going to draw out their time together today as much as he could.

Sarah shook her head, a perplexed look on her face.

“Have you ever seen one?” Nico's boyish grin made him seem even sexier in that moment. She shook her head again, smiling automatically in response to the devilishly charming look on his face.

“Do you wanna?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Sarah had absolutely no idea what a flyboard was, but she knew she would have agreed to just about anything in response to that enticing smile. She nodded, saying goodbye to the youngster who was already on her feet and making her way to her mother, calling the child from a few yards away. Grabbing her dress, she slipped it on, combing her fingers through her still-damp hair. She saw the heat in Nico's eyes as he watched her cover up her scantily clad body and she thought he might take her right there. The idea of his hands and his mouth on her body once again, his c**k finally thrusting deep inside her; she would have welcomed him gladly, regardless of how many people were around.

He remained still for a moment but then took her hand instead, leading her back the way he'd come to his car waiting in the hotel's parking lot. They didn't drive far, pulling into an ocean-side marina not five minutes later. Nico parked the car and guided her toward the grouping of yachts beyond the country club. Stopping at one of the largest yachts, he hopped on, grabbing a large wake board-type contraption attached to a giant hose, before hopping back onto the dock. He moved to the end of the dock where a collection of jet skis was tethered, hooking the free end of the hose to one of them.

And ten minutes later, she felt like she was flying, spiraling above the water while Nico controlled the board from the jet ski below. For someone who had spent most of her life with her feet firmly planted on the ground, it was an absolutely exhilarating sensation. She had no idea the contraption even existed. At first she'd been too timid to give it a try, but Nico reassured her it was safe...and she believed him. He'd driven them out a fair distance from the docks, helped her strap her feet into the wake board contraption and gave her a crash course in how the contraption worked. It only took her two or three minutes to get the hang of it once she was gliding in the air above the water, and if it weren't for the man on the jet ski down below, she'd never want to come back down. Finally giving the signal, Nico lowered her back into the water, controlling the height of the flyboard from below. He dove into the water once she was safely down, unstrapping her feet and catching her up in his arms.

“I had no idea that could be so much fun!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with exhilaration as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

But before she could launch into an excited narrative of the experience, his mouth was on hers, his hands wrapping her legs around him as he treaded water to keep them both afloat. “Making out with a hot guy in the middle of an ocean; another thing I've never done,” she thought to herself. His lips never leaving hers, he leaned his body back, kicking the way back to the jet ski. His movements made Sarah's body bounce lightly on top of him, and suddenly the flyboard experience paled in comparison. All she could think about was the hard c**k that pressed against her p***y every time his movements pushed their bodies together. Too soon, they reached the jet ski and he helped her climb out of the water, swinging up to take them back to the docks. Even from her position, she could see the grin on his face, and she knew then that the sexy swim back to the jet ski wasn't coincidental; he had deliberately hopped into the water to rev her up.

Once back at the dock, he dropped the flyboard equipment onto his yacht, taking her hand and pulling her back in the direction of his car. Without a word, he opened the passenger door for her and then hopped in the driver's seat. He was out of the parking lot in seconds and back at the hotel minutes later, leaving his car for the valet and pulling her inside the building. She'd gone to speak several times since they'd left the marina, but she had no idea what to say. She could feel the heat radiating from Nico's body, the air charged with s****l energy. She had no doubt in her mind that this was finally it, particularly when he tossed not only his keys to the valet who had come out to greet him, but his cell phone, too.

“I'll be back to grab this later,” he'd told the man and then continued on his way inside the hotel and onto the empty elevator.