“Sex on the Beach”
Daniel puts his number in my phone before handing it back to me, and we go our separate ways.
When I walk through my front door, I find my best friend and roommate, Kate, sitting on the couch, legs up underneath her, nose deep in the latest issue of Cosmopolitan.
“Hey,” I say, dumping my backpack on the kitchen counter and collapsing down next to her.
“Hey, babe. How was your shift?”
“It was okay. Less eventful than my train ride home, that’s for sure.” I lean forward to grab the remote and click the TV on.
Kate drops the magazine on the table and wrenches the remote from my hand, pushing the off button and staring at me with big expectant blue eyes.
“Spill! Nothing eventful happens on the train—not to us, anyway. So you saying something happened means it must be juicy,” she gushes.
I let the excitement of meeting Daniel rush through me once again. “Well… I met a guy.”
Her mouth gapes open before she shakes her head. “Are the three you already have not enough for you? What are you doing, creating a harem?” she teases.
I snort and grin at her. “That’s actually a good idea. But no. I dropped my phone. He picked it up and gave it back to me, like any nice, friendly, hotter-than-Hades man would do.” Kate quirks a brow as if to tell me she thinks I’ve lost my mind, but I forge on with the story. “Let me tell you, this man is fine. Scratch that, he is the definition of fine. Sexy businessman fine. Hotness wrapped up in a smoking hot volcano of fine,” I say rapidly.
Kate is used to my rambling. She’s been my best friend since we were ten years old when I saved her from the playground bully who decided to pick on the new girl who had just moved into the neighborhood. I punched him in the nose because he was chasing her with a pair of scissors and threatening to cut her hair. Since then, we’ve been stuck like glue. The only time we were apart was the six months I spent in Ohio.
“So, let’s talk about this smoking hot volcano of fine. What’s his name? What does he do? When are you seeing him again?” she rattles off. Kate is a little spitfire who has a habit of talking a million miles an hour.
“Firstly, he has the tightest set of abs I’ve ever seen, and Zander has a six-pack chiseled from stone and Noah has an eight pack that’s toned and hard but not too hard. Then Sean—”
“Focus, Mac. How the hell did you see his abs already?” she says, slowly shaking her head in disbelief. “God, I’m in awe of your ability to pick up men. I can’t even get one date most of the time, let alone pick up a stranger on the L. And now you’re managing to get them to flash their abs in public too.”
“Give me some credit. I’m good, but I’m not that good. He was holding on to the overhead rail and his shirt came loose. I only caught a peek. But hell if I don’t want to see more.”
“So he works out, tick. What’s next?” Kate crosses her legs, as if she’s settling in for a while.
“He has two of the most lickable dimples I have ever seen,” I say breathlessly. Even thinking about those dimples has my heart racing.
“Lord knows you’re a sucker for dimples.” Noah has the most gorgeous dimple on one side that pops out with his infamous panty-dropping smile he flashes frequently. It’s probably what got him in my pants in the first place.
“Yes, yes I am,” I reply with a smile.
“So keep going. What else? Did you get his name at least?”
“Daniel Winters.” I caress his name as I say it, rolling it off my tongue seductively, like it’s meant to be screamed out in climax. All this talk about Mr. Winters has me craving somebody warm in my bed …like now. Why did I settle for just a number and not a home visit?
“Earth to Mac. What does he do?” Kate presses, frowning because she knows I’m lost in my thoughts.
“He’s a stockbroker. That’s not the best bit though,” I tease, waiting for Kate’s typical over the top reaction.
“Oh my God, what did the holy hotness of fine say to you?” She’s bouncing with excitement and enjoying this as much as I enjoyed the real-life experience of it.
“I asked what he liked doing for fun. And without missing a beat he said candlelit dinners, long walks, and sex on the beach.” A blush creeps up my face. I’m still slightly embarrassed at my reply to him.
“And…” she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“And I suggested that we start with my bed.”
“You didn’t? Holy hell, blunt much?” Her wide eyes and open mouth prove I’ve shocked her, which isn’t new since I seem to shock Kate daily.
I shrug. I’ve been single and happy for the past four years and happily sexed up and fulfilled for the past eighteen months with three of the most accommodating and laid back guys I’ve ever met. What’s to complain about? I see what I want and go after it. I learned a long time ago that life is too short to wait around for good things to happen. You have to be proactive otherwise you miss out.
She looks at me with her eyebrows raised. “And?”
“And we’re meeting up for a drink at 42nd Street Bar after my shift tomorrow.”
“Nice!” She holds her hand up for a high five, of which I oblige. “Does he have any hot single friends? Maybe a smoldering older brother spawned from the same womb of heat?”
I burst out laughing. Kate’s always had a way with words. It’s one of the things I love about the girl. “Not sure, but I can definitely find out for you.”
“Knew I kept you around for a reason. Maybe, but I’m thinking we should make this interesting. I just read in here,” she picks up the Cosmo again, “that my three date rule comes highly recommended. She looks up and meets my wide-eyed gaze. “I’m thinking you should try it with Daniel.”
I cough. She can’t be serious. Three dates without the good stuff? Holy God, my vagina will have filed for legal emancipation and left me by then.
Kate believes in this three-date rule; no sexual activity of any kind until after three dates. If the guys are only interested in a quick, easy lay, they stop calling after the first or second date. Her philosophy is that three dates are enough to prove that at least some effort is being made by the guy. It works for her, and when Kate is happy, I’m happy. But not so much when she inflicts this rule on me!
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. I bet you can’t do it,” she adds with a smirk. She knows she’s got me now, I’m the idiot who never refuses a challenge. I guess that means I’m waiting for three dates… I wonder if Daniel has three nights in a row free?
“Grrr, okay. You’re on. What do I get if I hold out?” I ask, because if I’m abstaining from hot businessman sex with Daniel, I better be getting something out of it.
“Dishes for a week?” she suggests with a grin. It’s no secret that I loathe cleaning. It’s a necessary evil, but it’s one I avoid wherever possible.
“Dishes and laundry and you’ll have a deal.” Two can play this game.
Kate sighs. “Okay, but I’m only agreeing because I know you can’t do it. This will be the easiest bet I’ve ever won.” She rubs her hands together with glee.
Standing, I move toward my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. “Right, now that you’ve effectively placed an ‘out of order’ sign on my lady business, I need to get out of these scrubs and have a shower. Want to order in and watch Big Brother?” I ask.
“Sounds like a plan, Stan,” she says, flopping back on the couch and resuming her reading of the sixty-nine best sex positions for the female orgasm.
And that, my friends, is the beauty that is Kate McGuinness. Quick-witted, straight to the point, and frustrating as hell. Her three date rule will be, that’s for sure.
After my shower, we spend the rest of the night gorging ourselves on pizza and watching wannabes act like idiots on some reality TV show. I say goodnight and crawl into my bed. Checking the time on my phone, I set my alarm for the morning. I’ve got one last shift tomorrow, then a three-day weekend, kicking it off with my date with Delicious Daniel. Who knows where that will lead? Obviously not straight to bed. Thanks, Kate!
I snuggle down under the comforter and am sifting through emails when my phone vibrates in my hand. I’m half expecting a horny text from Zander or a schedule check with Noah, but when I see it’s from “Sex on the beach,” I burst out laughing. Daniel certainly doesn’t pull any punches and doesn’t seem like a man to waste time. He’s like me in that respect.
I wasn’t always like this. After escaping my abusive and toxic relationship four years ago, I vowed to never let a man dictate my life again and to never fall in love. I’ve followed one of those vows, and the only time I break the other one is when Sean orders me to my knees and makes me beg for him.
Sex on the Beach - Hey, beautiful stranger, I’m lying in my bed fantasizing about all the ways I can make you blush tomorrow. It’ll be a challenge and a pleasure… for both of us.
Mac - Sex on the Beach is a fantastic drink. It’s fruity with an awesome aftertaste that stays on your tongue for hours.
Sex on the Beach - You’re trouble, you know that?
Mac - Trouble can be fun.
Sex on the Beach - I bet you are. But let’s get the drinks and awkward first date out of the way first, shall we? I am a southern gentleman, after all.
My inner monologue is speechless. That is one for the record books. He’s played me at my own game and left me literally dumbstruck.
Mac - A southern gentleman who names himself Sex On The Beach?
Sex on the Beach - I’m an optimist, what can I say? By the way, I’m looking forward to seeing you out of those scrubs.
Mac - Whoa!
Sex on the Beach - Shit! No, I meant in casual, non-work clothes, not scrubs. Dammit. I should quit while I’m ahead, right?
Mac - See you tomorrow night, Delicious Daniel ;)
Sex on the Beach - Sweet dreams, beautiful stranger.
All this flirting and text banter has me wet and aching. I reach into my bedside drawer, patting myself on the back for remembering to grab batteries on the way home. I was already horny as hell before meeting Daniel, and now that I’ve discovered he has a dirty mind, that feeling has multiplied.
With the flick of a switch and a quick tug down of my pajama bottoms, I’m soon stroking my favorite purple rabbit vibrator against my wet core. I close my eyes, pushing it firmly against my aching clit. My left hand gently squeezing my nipple before rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, sending an exquisite pulse straight to my core.
As I ease the humming toy inside and rub my finger across my hard nub, I close my eyes and relish the feeling of every stroke, every deep thrust. I imagine it’s Daniel’s hands on me, his tongue lapping at me, speeding up as he brings me closer to climax. I’d guide his hands up my thighs and spread my legs wider as he moved his mouth towards me. That thought has my hips arching up, my hand pushing the pulsating toy deeper inside, stretching me as I feel the welcome tingle of my impending orgasm. Daniel on top of me, moving over me, pistoning his hips harder and faster into me. My fingers speed up and with one last flick of my thumb and an image of the sexy stranger bringing me to climax, I come apart under my own hands.
Lying in my bed, limp and breathless as I come down from one of the best self-induced orgasms I’ve had in a very long time, I realize I’m really looking forward to tomorrow’s date. Especially if the mere thought of Daniel Winters has such enjoyable happy endings.