Welcome To My World (Hell Yeah!) (16 page)

“No, it’s too cold for you to get in the surf.” He sat down on the bed by her chair. “But if you’ll put on warmer clothes, we’ll go for a walk and when we come back, we’ll go get something to eat and then jump in the heated pool together.” He turned her chair so she was facing him. “How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” She eased toward him. “I wish I could get in your lap. I’d love to be held.”

Bowie was tempted to just pick her up. “We’ve got to experiment.” He had an idea. “Get ready, I might have a plan. Did you bring a bathing suit?”

A frown crossed her face. “No.”

With a wicked wink and a smile, he replied, “Good thing our pool is warm and private, we’ll be skinny-dipping.”

Quick as a wink, she found a windbreaker and a lap robe. “Now I officially look like an invalid.”

“What did you say?” Bowie asked from the other room. She could hear him putting some things away in the kitchen.

“Nothing, I’m ready when you are.”

When she rolled out to meet him, he pulled her hair out from under her collar. “A golden waterfall.” Wrapping it around his fist, he tilted her head up for a kiss. “You’re temptation itself.”

Cassie felt her nipples grow hard and she kissed him back, slipping her tongue in his mouth. “I hope you enjoy this trip as much as I do.”

“More. Don’t doubt it.” Taking her to the elevator, they climbed on board and headed down to the beach.

Cassie tucked her robe under her legs and zipped up her jacket. As soon as they left the confines of the garage, the wind whipped through her hair like a tornado. She gathered it and held it over one shoulder. Bowie took her down toward the water, just a few feet from the tide line and turned west. “Let’s see what we can find.”

It was getting late and the sun was absolutely magnificent over the water. “I have never seen a more gorgeous sight in my life. It looks like a poster.” Cassie marveled at the rich purple, vibrant pink and bright orange that spread over the sky like an artist’s palette.

“Hold it.” Bowie stopped her in the sand. “I think I see something.” He stepped another couple of feet toward the water. “I found a sand dollar.” He handed it to her and Cassie accepted it, running her thumb across the grainy shell.

“It’s beautiful.” She held it with both hands, as if it were precious.

“Do you know the story of the sand dollar?” he asked.

“Yes, I think so.” She ran a finger over the surface. “There’s a star in the middle, people relate it to the star of Bethlehem and there are holes on the sides and the middle representing the wounds of Christ.” She turned it over.

“And if you open it up, there are five little doves inside.”

“But I don’t want to break it open.” She held it close.

“You don’t have to,” he assured her.

“Hey! How are you?” Cassie looked up and there was a stunning redhead stopped in front of them. She hadn’t seen the stranger approach, so she must have come down from one of the beach houses.

“Hello,” Bowie spoke to the woman.

“Hi,” Cassie said with a smile.

“I’m Sasha Wilson, I live up there.” She pointed to a beautiful home, modern with an abundance of glass.

“I’m Bowie Malone and this is my girlfriend, Cassie Cartwright.”

As soon as Bowie said girlfriend, two things happened. Sasha’s face fell and Cassie’s heart jumped. Cassie didn’t know who was more surprised.

“Oh,” Sasha said and paused like the information changed everything. “Well, we’re having a small party and I saw you guys walking—uh—going by and thought I’d invite you.”

Cassie knew what Bowie looked like and she could just imagine seeing him strolling along the beach like some magnificent Viking who had just swam ashore. She also saw the woman look from her to Bowie and back to Cassie with a look of confusion and disbelief. In other words, what was a man like Bowie doing with a cripple?

Cassie didn’t answer, she didn’t have to. Bowie did.

“Thanks so much, Sasha, but Cassie and I already have plans that we just can’t break.” With a smile, he took the handles of her wheelchair and they went on their way.

They didn’t go too much farther because as the sun set, the temperature dropped. Cassie spotted a jellyfish and a piece of brightly colored coral that Bowie picked up for her. When they returned to their beach house, instead of heading to the elevator, Bowie went for the truck.

“Where are we going?” she asked as he carefully loaded her up.

“Do you like crabs?”

“Yea, I think so.”

“You think so?” Bowie teased.

“Well, I like crab cakes and crab salad.” She offered as he turned on the engine and backed out.

“Girly food. We’re going to go pick up a couple of buckets of legs from Joe’s Crab Shack, come back and get messy together.”

Cassie laughed. Bowie could make anything sound sexy.

They made the drive back to the seawall, picked up the food and returned to the beach house. Soon, they were both elbow deep in butter and crab juice. “Wipe your chin, you messy little squirt.” He handed her a roll of paper towels. “We’re going to have to dip you in the pool to get you clean.”

Cassie smiled. “I’m dirty all over.”

“Damn, I’m hungry.” Bowie’s eyes grew hooded.

“You aren’t full?” Cassie pushed the remainder of the crab, potatoes and corn toward him. “There’s plenty.”

“I’ve got a different hunger that needs feeding.”

Warmth and arousal flooded Cassie as she realized he was talking about sex! With her! “Oh.”

They finished their meal quickly, their eyes clashing.

“Ready?” he asked and she knew he meant for more than a swim. Exactly what was about to happen, she didn’t know, but she trusted Bowie completely.

“We need towels.” She headed for the bathroom, as much to have a moment to compose herself as to get linens for them to dry off with. Piling them onto her lap, she returned to find Bowie waiting for her next to the elevator door. “I’ve never swam naked before.” She bit her bottom lip and glanced at him shyly. “I’ve never swam. It’s been a long time since I was even in a bathtub.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat.” Bowie felt his heart pinch. She had missed so much—but no more, not if had anything to say about it.

When they reached the bottom, Bowie rolled her to a gate, which he unlocked. When Cassie first saw the interior of the private patio, hidden behind a twelve foot brick fence, she was astounded. The pool was not huge, maybe fifteen by thirty, an artistic kidney shape. It was beautiful to her, she wasn’t going to be making any laps.

“Okay, there’s a heated cabana over here. Let’s step in there and take off our clothes and then made a mad dive for the warm water.” He wheeled her in and started to strip. Cassie hesitated. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Kneeling down in front of her with just his jeans on, he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

“A little nervous, a little excited, a little shy,” she whispered as she began to take off her jacket.

“A little sweet, a little cute, a lot sexy.” He began to help her. Discarding the lap robe, he again removed her shoes. “You didn’t have enough clothes on.”

“The water will warm me up.”

“Yea,” he agreed. “And me.”

In a few seconds they were both naked. Cassie couldn’t help but cross her arms over her breasts, letting her hair fall over her body. She wished she could cover up her limp legs completely, but she couldn’t. “What now?” she asked, looking down, anywhere but at him. He was just too overwhelming to behold. Why was she so nervous? She had been naked with him before.

“You’re beautiful. Don’t hide from me, Rapunzel.” Slowly, she lowered her arms and just looked up at him, waiting. When he gently leaned over to pick her up, she trembled. “Don’t be nervous. You’re going to love this. I’ll never let you out of my hands.”

She clung to his neck, absorbing his body’s warmth as he held her in strong arms, then stepped carefully down into the pool.

“Ah!” She squealed a little bit, then laughed. “I expected it to be cold, but it’s not.”

“Nah, feels good.” Cradling her close, Bowie walked from the shallow end toward the middle of the pool. “You okay?” He watched her face as she felt the warm water flow over her body. Without turning her loose, he lay back, pulled her on top of him and began swimming, holding her aloft on his chest.

“Bowie!” She held on to him tight.

“You’re safe, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

After a few seconds, she relaxed and just lay on top of his big form and marveled at the freedom of the water.

“Now hold on.” He kissed her on the head. Taking her hands, he let her slide off, but he held on, so her whole body was stretched out in the water, while he held on to her hands. “Easy.” He laughed as she swallowed a bit of water. “Look, I’m standing up. I’m just towing you around like a barge.”

“I love this!” She gazed up at him with a smile that rivaled the morning sun. He pulled her for a bit, then eased down to her waist to support her while she moved her arms.

“How do your legs feel?”

Cassie let herself become aware of her own body. The thrill of being in the water with Bowie was so wondrous that she hadn’t let herself concentrate on how she was feeling. To her amazement, nothing hurt. In fact, she could move so much easier and freer. Tentatively, she moved her legs, just a little. “Look!” she cried. Bowie saw her beautiful legs move in a slight kicking motion.

“Good, baby.” He leaned over to kiss her arm. “Aquatherapy could be amazing for you.” He had also been considering getting the equipment for her to have FES, functional electrical stimulation, which when coupled with other therapies could awaken dormant nerve passages.

“I bet it could, but I don’t think I can get to the Y very often.”

“Well, let’s not worry about that now.” He’d only been gone a day but he intended to call his uncle later that night and find out if he’d had any luck contacting contractors. A pool would have to be added to their plans.

For about a half hour, they played. He loved watching her figure out she could move her legs even more. Watching her cavort naked had him as hard as a rock. Finally—finally, she noticed.

“Oh, my goodness.” She placed a hand on his arm and held on, levering herself so she could touch him. Through the refraction of the water, he looked impossibly large and imminently touchable. Who was she to resist? Closing her hand around him, she rubbed, looked up into his face and gave him a saucy wink. “What have we here?”

“I don’t know, what do you think it is?” He wanted to thrust in her hand, but he controlled himself, barely.

“I think it’s big, hard, perfect and…” Talk about brave. Well, here goes. “Mine.”

“Damn straight.” Bowie picked her up under her arms, pulled her against him and strode over to the steps of the pool. Sitting down on the third step, he guided her into his lap. She was still immersed enough in the water to be buoyant. But having her this close, all slippery and naked was mind-boggling. “Look at you.”

Cassie went weak as his arms enclosed her. Bowie’s mouth descended with hot, searching pressure. She let her palms settle on his chest, rubbed his pecs, then slid around his back to caress the powerful muscles on either side of his spine. With biting, sucking kisses, he licked his way down to her throat, exploring tenderly. Cassie clamored to get closer to him, arching her back and pushing her tits into his chest. “I love being close to you,” she whispered as she rubbed her nipples back and forth against the hair-roughened skin.

“Are you wet?” Bowie slipped his fingers between her folds to find a slickness that mere water could not give. “Yes, you are.”

“How can you tell?” She felt aroused, even though her legs dangled a little awkwardly on either side of his strong thighs.

“‘Cause you’re warm and creamy and there is no water in the world that feels like the honey I find here.” Bowie carefully took her by the hips and lifted her until he could fit the head of his cock to her opening. “This shouldn’t hurt…” He tenderly devoured her lips and he pushed up inside the tight glove of her sheathe. An impossible pleasure almost blinded him. “God, baby, you feel so good. Please, please…” He didn’t know what he was begging for, but she said exactly what he needed to hear.

“Bowie, Bowie.” She dug her fingers into his shoulders, hanging on. “It feels so good.”

Her breasts felt heavy, achy. She needed Bowie so much.

As if he understood her desires, he covered her breasts with his big hands and began to milk the nipples while he ate at her mouth. Cassie gave herself over to him. God, the man could kiss. All of a sudden she remembered his fantasy. This was it! What they were doing. They were in the water like she had dreamed, but she was in his lap and he needed…he wanted. With all her might, Cassie concentrated on where they were joined and squeezed. She was halfway expecting a gouge of pain, instead she felt Bowie, she felt him inside of her and Lord Have Mercy, it felt so good.

“Fuck.” Bowie buried his face in her neck.

That was enough confirmation for Cassie to know she was doing it right. Perhaps it was the water or it might not have hurt either way because of how he was supporting her, but for whatever reason, Cassie flexed her feminine muscles and pleasured her man. Allowing herself to rise and fall as she massaged him, Cassie worked her pussy on his cock until they both cried out with joy.