When Mates Collide のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Joan looked at Elliott and watched his face change like a huge weight was at once lifted and dropped on him at the same time. "She's not ready.” "She can handle it," Bonnie told him. "I can handle what?" Joan demanded. She pointed at her best friend. "I knew you'd been keeping something from me. Is this it?" Bonnie's face had never been more sombre. It was a little frightening and it quieted Joan’s anger. "Are you sure I can handle it, Bonbon?" Bonnie nodded and looked at Elliott. "She can. You can trust her. I'd trust her with my life. Even if she rejects you, she'll never tell anyone." Joan whipped around. Elliott’s soulful brown eyes were flitting around. “You’re sure, guys?” Joan looked to see his three friends nod as if they were a single entity. He held his hand out. "Walk with me?" Joan nodded and slipped her hand into his, frustrated at how good it felt for his fingers to entwine with hers again. "I can't believe I’m even talking to you after what you pulled the other nig

“Let’s go. Hang on.” He pulled out his phone, calling Nate who picked up after the second ring. “What took you so long?” “I had to get the phone out of my pocket. How’d it go? Where are you?” “I told you those pants are too tight,” Elliott joked. “Well, it’s going well.” He shared a smile with Joan, holding her eyes as he asked, “Can you guys cover for me at work?” “Tomorrow’s Monday.” “I know. But I’m going to Tahitian for…” “Just a few days,” she whispered. “A week.” She jumped around her chair, freaking out with excitement as he grinned into the phone, “Joan and I are going to get to know each other.” Nate laughed and told the others, “They’re going to Tahitian.” Danny’s voice was stern. “Tahitian is eighteen hours away.” “How do you know that?” Darrell asked. “Never mind.” Nate asked. “You hear that?” “Yeah.” Elliott leaned in to tell Joan the bad news, “Tahitian's eighteen hours away.” She blanched. “Yeah, how about the Bahamas?” More chair jumping and she covered her

“You okay?” Elliott set the suitcases down and took her into his arms. She couldn’t speak, trying so hard not to lose it. “Tell me you’re not crying because you hate it,” he teased, trying to get her to smile. The idea was so ridiculous her near breakdown turned to laughter and she burrowed into his chest. “It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you.” She looked up and closed her eyes for a kiss, which he gladly gave her. They kissed deeply, the sun on their faces. When they separated, he grabbed the suitcases and motioned for the bungalow. “They said the key is under the mat.” “No one’s here to let us in?” she asked, though it wasn’t that surprising. They were way out from any other properties, residential or otherwise. He gestured to the main house with his chin, a two-story brown building that had tables on a balcony meant for guest dining. “I told them we’d be fine. Just describe where to go, and we’d find the way.” Joan headed for the door and bent to lift the mat, the key there a

“Is that an order?” Joan whispered, her eyes going smoky. “What do you think?” he said, simply. With mischief in her eyes, she stroked him and reached down lower to take his sack in her hand, fondling it and running her fingers around where it met his body. He groaned with pleasure as she wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock and slid it up, hesitating at the top to play with the tip and make him moan. With her thumb, she rubbed it, then stroked his length again. He moved her bikini bottoms to the side and took control of his cock back, pushing the blunt tip against her opening. Her lips were parted and her hair was drenched, the hot sun already having dried her face. They stared at each other as he penetrated her, taking her legs and wrapping them around him as he stood on the sandy floor and slid into her. She glanced to the beach but he reassured her, “No one’s there. I can hear when someone comes.” “Oh,” she smiled, her breath hitching. She licked her lips and allow

A week after they returned, Joan rolled over in her bed and looked at Elliott’s sleeping body. His eyes shot open. “What time is it?” He leaped out of bed and ran naked through her house looking for where he’d left his slacks in the kitchen. “What’s the rush, Elliott?” Joan called after him, leaning on her elbows having risen to watch him run. He’d been acting funny for a couple of days now so when he shouted, “I have to go!” and appeared in her doorframe already dressed, she wasn’t too surprised. “Is this about that new building you guys got commissioned for?” He beamed, buttoning up his shirt, his suit jacket hanging from his arm. He only had one shoe on. “What? Um, do you know where my other shoe is?” She pointed in the direction of the living room. “You threw it and it slid under the couch during your strip tease. Which was hilarious.” He made a face and cocked an eyebrow. “It was supposed to be sexy.” Dryly she said, “Well, then you probably shouldn’t have sung brown chicke