[Invitation to Eden 04.0] Hydrotherapy Page 9

  He flashed her a seductive smile. “Then you probably remember this, too.”

  Jenna squealed as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her out of the water and cradling her to his chest.

  “Put me down.”

  “Are you sure? There's only one way down from here.”

  Jenna widened her eyes. “You wouldn't dare.”

  “Oh yes I would.”

  Jenna squealed as he tossed her into the water. That’s it. This meant war.

  She turned her body, swam a short distance underwater and jumped up behind him. Caine cried out as she clung to his back. It was this element of surprise that allowed her to drag his large frame back under the surface of the water.

  “Ha! Got you back,” she said after popping up to the surface once more. The pool was deathly quiet. She glanced around, but couldn’t find any sign of Caine. Panic gripped her as she sloshed around in the water, looking for him.

  “Caine? Come on, Caine. This isn’t funny.” Jenna felt something nudge between her legs. What the—

  She glanced down and found him spreading apart his thighs from beneath the water.

  “What are you doing?” She grabbed his hair in an effort to drag him back up to the surface, but then his tongue slid through her folds.

  “Oh my God.” Jenna tightened her grip on his hair and closed her eyes as he slid his rough tongue against her clit. Pleasure burst through her system, shaking her to the core. She stumbled back, dragging him with her, until she was leaning against the side of the pool. Once more he flicked her sensitive nubbin with his tongue, causing her muscles to turn to liquid. Need roared through her veins as he rose to the surface for air.

  “Caine, I—” It was as if she was moving through a thick fog. She couldn't think, couldn't process what was happening. With a swift, fluid motion, he lifted her up onto the edge of the pool and spread her legs.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You’ll see.” He dipped his head, then slid his tongue over her folds.

  “Oh God.” She grabbed his head with both hands and watched him as he slid his tongue around the outer rim of her opening.

  “Wow.” The word sounded ridiculous, but she couldn’t think of anything more eloquent with so much pleasure rushing through her veins.

  He cupped her ass and lifted her into the air, bringing her closer to his greedy mouth.

  Jenna groaned and hooked her legs over his shoulders as he feasted on her flesh. Men at the spa had never did this to her. None of them had ever cared about her needs.

  Caine cared. Each rotation of his tongue reminded her of how attentive he had been in St. Lucia, and how wonderful he felt now. As Caine circled her opening and flicked her clit, Jenna spread her legs wide, allowing him better access.

  Caine groaned his approval. Jenna felt his hair brush her inner thigh as he worked and realized that they were out in the open. Anyone could walk by and see them. She started to protest, but then he nipped her clit. A spark of pain shot through her system, creating a sense of urgency in her core.

  “God, that feels good.” She tightened her grip on his head, wanting more. As he worked, he shifted his hands and slipped his finger in between her ass cheeks. Jenna let go of his hair and leaned back on the concrete as his finger entered the opening in her backside.

  In and out, back and forth. The sweet friction was driving her mad with desire. As Caine ran his tongue over her sensitive skin, Jenna let go of his hair and slid her arms up overhead, desperate to hang onto something to ground her. There was nothing solid within reach, only Caine's clothes, so Jenna was forced to ride out his ministrations without anything to stabilize her.

  “Grab my pants,” he murmured. His hot breath ran over her sensitive tissues and made her shiver. Jenna reached overhead and grabbed his khakis.

  “Here.”

  He settled her legs on his shoulders, then shifted through the pockets.

  “What are you looking for?”

  He grinned as he pulled out a small bottle of oil. “This.”

  Jenna bit her lower lip as he broke open the scented oil and ran it over his fingers.

  “Strawberries,” she observed. “It smells like strawberries.” Her favorite fruit.

  “I got it from the spa.” He flashed her a seductive grin. “It's nice to know that job is good for something.” He spread his slick hands over her body, first toying with her nipples, then smearing the oil over her abdomen and ass. Jenna closed her eyes and groaned as his rough hands moved over her skin, stimulating everything it touched. Then he returned to her opening, sliding his delicious tongue around the outer rim of her pussy.

  “Yes,” She reached down once more and grabbed his head, holding him close to her skin. Caine doubled his efforts, slipping his tongue into her opening and then retreating in rapid succession.

  Jenna curled her fingers into his scalp, desperate for more. Once again he slid his hands around her ass and lifted her hips into the air. Jenna whimpered as Caine rubbed oil into her ass and slid his finger in between her cheeks. Jenna moistened her lips and urged him on, whispering his name as he toyed with the opening in her backside.

  When he entered her from behind, she gasped. She wasn't unaccustomed to anal sex, but it had been such a long time. Caine slowed his movements, easing his finger back and forth just enough to stimulate, but not enough to cause pain. As Jenna relaxed, he pressed deeper, causing her inner muscles to stretch. Then he’d retreat and start the process all over again.

  “Remember how we used to do this on your mother's boat?” he murmured.

  “Yes,” God yes. It had been magical. Amazing. Some of the best sex she had ever had was with Caine on that boat.

  “And in your office? You almost knocked over that turtle planter.”

  “The one you gave me.” She gasped as he exchanged one finger for two.

  “It can be like that again, Jenna.” He plunged his fingers as deep as they could go and flicked her clit with his tongue. “I can make you come every day. Twice a day if you'll let me.”

  Jenna let go of his head and closed her eyes. God, he felt so good. She had no doubt that Caine could do just as he promised. She wanted more than a fuck, however. Jenna wanted to feel that close connection they had back in St. Lucia. She wanted that innocence back.

  Before she could dwell too much on the negative, Caine nipped her clit, sending pain blasting through her system. Her thoughts sprang back to the present as need wound through her core. Caine continued to work, tonguing her clit as he thrust his fingers into her backside. She tried to move against him, but her position didn't allow for much freedom. Jenna felt trapped by this strong man and it only added to her desire.

  “Come for me, Jenna,” he commanded. Caine abandoned her clit and moved his tongue in and out of her channel. Jenna pinched her breasts as he worked, sending boosts of pleasure spiraling through her system.

  Again and again Caine entered her body, and by doing so entered her soul. That elusive connection Jenna had long for came back with a rush, overwhelming her senses. It wasn’t long before Jenna was crying out with each thrust. Everything felt so primal, so needy. His stroke became rougher, his teeth sharper. Leave it to Caine to know exactly what she needed. On the next thrust, her world exploded, and she cried out his name as pure joy poured through her body, numbing her mind to bliss. Jenna dropped her hands to the sides and enjoyed the way Caine seemed to draw out wave after wave of pleasure with that wicked tongue.

  As the last ripples of her orgasm faded, Caine retreated and placed her hips back down on the side of the pool. Jenna started to sit up, but then he dragged her down into the pool with him.

  “Caine, I—” He turned her around and nudged her up against the pool's edge. She grasped the cement edging as he positioned his slick cock at the opening in her backside.

  “I want you, Jenna,” he whispered as he curled his body around hers. “And I refuse to play these games any longer.” He eased his large cock into her backside, ca
using Jenna's muscles to stretch. “We are the perfect fit, don’t you agree?”

  “Yes.”

  “We belong together, Jenna. It’s time you stopped fighting and just accept it.”

  She gasped as he slid his hands around her torso, one up to her breasts, and the other down between her legs.

  “Stand wider,” he commanded. She moved to do as he suggested. Caine rolled and pinched her nipple between his fingers as he slid his thumb over her clit.

  Jenna curled her fingers into the cement. Despite her recent orgasm, she felt the ripple of desire once more. Caine performed shallow thrusts into her backside as he slid his fingers away from her clit and entered her channel.

  “Oh God, Jenna. You feel so good.” He straightened and removed his hand from her breast, placing his palm between her shoulder blades and pushing her toward the concrete. Jenna allowed him to bend her farther until the tips of her breasts brushed against the rough surface.

  “Yes, just like that.” He kept one hand on her back as he thrust with both his fingers and cock. Jenna splayed her hands on the cement and focused her gaze on the empty bar seat she had occupied only moments ago. In that bar seat she had been so confused about Caine, but, with him buried so deep inside her, she knew that there was no other place she’d rather be. She needed him, and she knew, deep down, that he needed her, too.

  “Yes, Jenna. That’s it. Fuck.” He pushed harder, faster, sliding his fingers up and pinching her clit.

  Jenna cried out as he thrust into her body, stretching her like she hadn't been stretched in a long, long time. It felt so right being here with Caine in the water, almost as if it was meant to be.

  “Ah!” Jenna cried out as he grabbed the hair at the base of her neck. He tugged it back, forcing her head to come up off the pavement. His thrusts became long and commanding. Sparks of pain sliced through her body, pushing her higher than she ever thought possible.

  Again and again he entered her, each thrust harder than the last. As they moved, water sloshed around them, and the sound was like music to her ears. He entered her and retreated, each thrust rubbing her sensitive nipples against the concrete. Then Caine shifted his hand and entered her slit once more. Jenna's world exploded as her orgasm slammed into her body, numbing her mind to everything but pleasure.

  Caine’s movements became more jerky and desperate. Once, twice…on the third time he exploded inside of her, his body shaking from the force of his own orgasm. They both hung there, suspended in time, and Jenna sensed the connection between them strengthening. She closed her eyes and let the last of her doubts fade away. Caine was right. She had to try to work things out with him. Otherwise, she’d spend a lifetime regretting what might have been.

  As the last ripples of her orgasm faded away, Caine let go of her hair and smoothed it over her back. “I'm sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.”

  “No,” She said, glancing over her shoulder. “I loved it.”

  “Really?” He trailed his fingers over her shoulder blades and spine, causing her skin to tingle. “That's good to know.” He retreated and rubbed his hand against her ass. “I missed this.”

  “Me too.” She watched him climb out of the pool and begin to dry himself off. Jenna thought about Caine’s arrangement on the island, and his reasons for taking the job. Something about this whole arrangement that didn’t feel right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

  “Why did the Master of the Island hire you and not some other treasure hunters?” she asked.

  Caine raised his brows. “I don’t know. We were cheap, I guess.”

  She leaned her chin on her hands at the side of the pool. “How much is he paying you?”

  “Two-hundred and fifty grand.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “When you split that with Rex, it will be one-twenty five.”

  “That’s right.” He started to dress.

  Jenna pulled herself out of the pool and began to dry off. “That’s not enough to live off of.”

  “Trust me, I can make six figures last a pretty long time.”

  “But not forever.” And then what, Caine? Would you go back to stealing? As much as Jenna loved him, she didn’t know if she could sacrifice her values. Stealing was wrong. She’d much rather starve than take money from someone else. She knew what it was like to have something taken away from her, and wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

  “That won’t be our only income Jenna, and you know it. Between that money and what we’ll get from selling those artifacts, we’ll have plenty of cash.” He dropped the towel into a nearby bin and considered her for a moment. “What are you really asking?”

  “I love you, Caine, I do. But…” She bit her lower lip as she slid her shirt over her head. “I can’t be with you if you sell those artifacts on the black market.”

  Caine couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was as if everything that had just happened meant nothing. “I have to, Jenna. It’s the only way that we can keep our future secure.”

  “It doesn’t feel right.”

  He waved his hand in dismissal. “You think too much. Once you see the money—”

  “I don’t want to see the money, not if it’s dirty.” She nibbled her lower lip as she continued to dress. “We don’t need to sell anything. We can work for the extra money.”

  “You said yourself that we’re uneducated. What kind of work is available to people like us?” He shook his head as he pulled on his pants. “I’m not going to stock shelves.”

  “You are a Human Resource director.”

  “That job is mostly in name only. You know that. I doubt the Master of the Island will give me a recommendation.” Especially if I stole from him. Why couldn’t Jenna be reasonable?

  “I don’t care. We’ll find something.”

  “This is something.”

  Jenna slipped on her shorts and sandals. “I can’t do it, Caine.”

  “You don’t have to do anything. Rex and I—”

  “No. I mean, I can’t use that money knowing that it belongs to someone else. I’m not a thief.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “But you’re stealing from Mr. Vardalos.” Tears filled her eyes as she took a few more steps back. “I know what it feels like to have something taken from you. I can’t do that to anyone else.”

  “Jenna.” Caine stepped forward and she retreated, putting more and more distance between them. “Come on, be realistic.”

  “No, you be realistic. What if he found out? What then?”

  “He won’t find out.”

  “Don’t you see? What you’re doing is wrong. We could get in a lot of trouble.”

  “What I’m doing is building a future—for both of us.”

  She shook her head and dropped her towel in a nearby bin. “No, you are building a future for yourself, Caine. You never asked me what I wanted.”

  What she wanted. Couldn’t the woman see that this was all for her? Caine fisted his hands as anger bubbled in his chest. “Fine. What do you want from me, Jenna?”

  “Not this.” She bit her lip as tears filled her eyes. “You’ve changed, Caine.”

  “I haven’t changed that much. I’m still the same guy you fell in love with on St. Lucia.”

  “Are you?” She shook her head. “I’m not so sure.”

  “Look.” He took a step forward and paused when she retreated. “Come out to the site with me tomorrow morning and take a look at it. See for yourself what I’ve been doing.”

  “Seeing it will change nothing.”

  “Humor me.” He held out his hand. “Aren’t you at least a little bit curious to see what I’ve been doing for the past eighteen months?”

  “Maybe. I don’t know.” She took in a shaky breath. “Seeing the treasure won’t change how I feel about stealing.”

  “No, but it might make you understand.”

  “Understand what?”

  “Why I had to do this.” He stepped forward. “And why I had to bring you here to be
with me.”

  “Caine—I…”

  “Please, Jenna.”

  She considered him for a moment. “Very well. I’ll go diving with you tomorrow morning, but then I need to make my way back to the mainland.” She glanced at the sky. “God, I hope Celeste will let me have my old job back.”

  “No,” he said, remembering what Rex told him. He’d tie her down to keep her from going back to fucking men for a living. “Don’t go.”

  “I have to—”

  “If what you see out at the site doesn’t change our mind, then I’ll give you a real job at the spa. You can stay here as long as you like.”

  “But you said that your position was in name only.”

  “I can pull some strings.” When she didn’t respond, he decided to press. “Five o’clock tomorrow?”

  After a brief pause, she nodded. “Five o’clock.”

  As Caine watched her go, his heart became heavy. Jenna had put a voice to what Caine had been feeling for the past few days. Stealing from the Master of the Island was wrong. He didn’t see any other way to provide for their future, however. At least, not in the way she was accustomed to. If he wanted Jenna, then he had to get his hands on that money.

  She’d understand his reasons. After seeing the site, she’ll remember how much fun they had together in St. Lucia and be more willing to compromise. Then, with time, she’ll realize that what he was doing now was in both of their best interests. He was building their future, and nothing was going to stand in his way.

  Not even her.

  Chapter Eight

  Jenna felt uncomfortable on the boat with only Caine and Rex.

  She had met them down at the dock, just like she had promised, but wasn't sure she was going to find anything that would change her mind. Caine seemed so certain whatever was part of that shipwreck was going to change her to his way of thinking. At the end of the day, what Caine and his cousin were doing was illegal. What they were planning on doing was horrible considering how much the Master of the Island had done for them.

  On the other hand, it would be nice to go diving again. It had been a long time since Jenna had been diving in St. Lucia, and the more adventurous part of her longed to do it again.