London. It was past noon by the time we set off from the parking lot. Sin's riding was still a little sloppy, but he looked so proud of himself that I couldn't help but tell him how good he was. Who was I to dash the man's self pride? The map we had been given by the guide had clearly indicated lines showing us trails that were easy and safe to navigate. I was glad to discover that the trails were a little discreet and off road. I didn't want to risk Sin on a road with drivers. We encountered a few other riders on our path but for the most part, it was just us. The trail circled back to the back entrance of the resort, but we decided to go a little off plan and ride up a little hill. "I'm not sure it's a good idea to ride up though. Maybe we should just walk and drag our bikes up." I looked over at Sin's unsteady balance on his. I expected argument but he just nodded and climbed off. I was starting to feel hot and sweaty and just wanted to sit down and cool off. Hopefully there w
London.I rolled my eyes at the sensible grey-green swim suit I had just dug out of Cathleen's luggage. I twisted it around to inspect the back. Just as I thought, it was full coverage. This thing would cover me from collar to past ass cheek and today, I had woken up with a little devil on my shoulder telling me to give Sin a show.Tossing the swim suit back into the suitcase, I sashayed into the bathroom where Sin was brushing at the sink. My eyes met his in the mirror. I leaned against the bathroom door, popping out one hip and leaning back in the most provocative way I could. I was gratified when his eyes ran down my body slowly. It made me feel incredibly sexy and desired when his eyes left mine and dropped to the length of leg exposed by the tiny satin wrap I had to my chest where the losely tied garment showed off some cleavage. When his eyes met mine again they were scorching. My nipples puck
SinclairLucas was the one who believed in the supernatural. I was a numbers guy. I didn't believe in luck or magic or the spiritual. There was nothing like a freaky Friday. It was the stuff of movies and scary stories. If there was no scientific explanation for it, it was a myth. As simple as that. But I had to admit that this vacation was feeling more like a fever dream than reality. I was seriously doubting my own beliefs at the moment.Believing that Cathleen had switched bodies with someone else was the only thing that could explain her recent behavior. She had changed in every single aspect. It was hard to believe that it was still her. Because the only other possiblity was that I didn't know this woman at all, and that was a much sadder reality.I had had low expectations for this vacation, but as time went by, it was starting to feel
SinclairThe bathing suit couldn't in any honesty be referred to as a piece of clothing. It was more like a slice of clothing; a very tiny slice. I was suddenly glad this was a private pool, I couldn't fathom standing there while other men ogled her in the barely there bathing suit. Cath didn't usually wear a lot of colors. I had never once seen her in a bright color.She probably knew that her in bright, glaring red would be lethal. The material clung to every curve on her body and left nothing to the imagination. The bottom looked like dental floss with how thin the strands holding it together were. I was this close to saying fuck it and carrying her back inside where I could do all the depraved things I wanted to her.She looked over at me and grinned before diving into the water and letting out an ear splitting screech. I smiled at the sound.
LondonI let out a sigh of relief as soon as I was away from Sinclair's too knowing eyes. What had I done? Fuck. I was so stupid. How could I have just lay there and let him eat me out like I was the last slice of pizza at a sleepover party. I didn't have time to go into full blown panic about my less than moral actions.I had watched Sinclair tuck our both phones into a box at the top of the wardrobe, and thank God I had. Hurriedly, I retrieved my phone and dashed into the bathroom. Feeling marginally better as soon as the door lock clicked behind me. Turning on the tap and wincing at my careless waste of water, I dialed Cathleen's number.She picked on the fifth ring."I've been trying to call you." She began."Cath, is there someone else
LondonI woke up slowly, taking my precious time to finally open my eyes. The room was still dark so I couldn't tell what time it was. It could be noon for all I knew; the black out curtains in the hut were wonderful like that. It was the first time I'd gotten up before Sinclair and I took full advantage of it. Sliding out of his arms carefully to avoid waking him up, I leaned over him and stared unabashedly until my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room and I could see him.After showering last night, he hadn't put any product in his hair so his copper colored hair was full of unruly curls. Lashes a little lighter than the hair on his head fanned his cheeks. He looked sterner in his sleep, his features sharper in the muted light. God, but was he beautiful. I raised a hand and lightly traced his jaw. I liked the stubble on his jaw and I made a mental note to ask him to keep it."Like what you see?" His voice was soft and teasing.I blushed at bein
She was sitting alone at a table in the corner when I found her at the cafeteria. The place was mostly deserted as most of the breakfast crowd had come and gone. The few other occupants were bleary eyed youngsters who had probably spent the previous night going too hard on alcohol and were still dealing with nasty hangovers. I shuddered at the memory of college me who had once been them.Her hair was loose around her shoulders and the curls were more pronounced. She was wearing loose white pants and a light blue sleeveless blouse. There was an untouched plate of eggs in front of her and an empty cup of coffee.I sat in front of her and stared to my satisfaction. She looked precious and fragile, her shoulders hunched. She was looking out at the ocean but I didn't think she was actually seeing it, her eyes blank. I wondered what she was thinking. I would give all my fortune to be privy to her every thought. I'd give my soul even. I wanted to
London.I found a passable black dress among Cathleen's things. Paired with low black sandals and bright red lipstick, I was dinner ready. I decided to tie my hair up into a pony tail and forgot jewelry, except of course the large rock sitting pretty on my left hand.I grimaced when I saw Sin's outfit. A silky black shirt and charcoal pants. We looked a bit too -for lack of a better word- funeral."You look beautiful." He said."I should change. It's weird how we're both wearing black.""Don't. If they have a problem with it, we'll ditch them."I laughed. "You're looking for a reason to bail out on this." I turned back to the mirror and smoothed my hand down the front of my dress. I was glowing in a way I hadn't for the longest of time. My skin was tanned and my eyes were bright. I looked happy."Ready?" He asked.My eyes met his in the mirror. "I'm ready."Dinner was at the the patio of the