Inseparable

“Okay, but if I’m going to be a guinea pig for Maria, so are you,” he said, smiling mischievously.

“Ha,” I said, opening the car door. “No problem. I’ll wear one of the bikinis from the women’s line.”

“Yes,” he whispered. “I have won.”

I laughed loudly as we pulled out of the parking garage and drove toward my house, leaving the high-rise offices in the background. It was time to force this man to let loose, have some fun, and really get some relaxation flowing through his bloodstream. Come to think of it, I couldn’t even remember a time as kids when Nathan looked like he was relaxing. He was always so serious, and even on family vacations, he was reading something, writing something, or talking to his father about business. He had been serious for most of his life, despite a few wild years in high school. It was something I loved about him, but I also wanted him to stop being so stressed and serious. Crack a joke every once in a while, run through the waves, be spontaneous. That was what life was all about. I knew better than most people how short life was and how it could be over in the blink of an eye.

We pulled up in front of the house and held hands as we walked in. I put my hurt feelings to the side and decided that today was for relaxing and living. I went into Maria’s room and pulled out the box with all the prototypes inside. For Nathan, I picked a teal blue swimsuit with Buddhas across the bottom. I dug into the other box and found the bright red tops and bottoms that I knew would fit me. I smiled at Nathan as I exited, tossing the trunks to him and walking into my bedroom. I shut the door, knowing if we ended up naked in front of each other, we might not make it to the beach. When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror, adjusting the strings on the top so that they were tighter. When you have big breasts, you had to be careful. Sometimes they had a mind of their own. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and put some lip gloss on before opening the door and peeking down the hall.

Nathan was standing in the living room, wearing the shorts which looked so freaking sexy. They came halfway down his thighs, fit comfortably, but definitely hugged his cock in an amazing way. It made me want to skip the beach and get him back out of the shorts. His upper body was buff as always, and I could tell he had been working out since his stomach was almost flawless. I took a deep breath and walked out into the hallway, letting him see the bathing suit. I could tell by his immediate reaction that he liked what he was seeing. My breasts bounced lightly as I walked toward him, the strings on the sides of my bottoms pulled tightly.

“Wow,” he said, looking down at my curves and walking forward with a towel. “I’m not sure if it's safe for you to leave this house like that. You might want to go back in your room and let me inspect the strength of those strings.”

“This is the only one that fits my, um, cleavage,” I said, giggling.

“I like it,” he said, leaning in and kissing me.

I grabbed the towel from him and slipped on my flip flops, taking his hand and leading him outside. It was an absolutely gorgeous day, and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else with Nathan. Well, maybe I could, but that wouldn’t get us out in the sun. It had been a really long time since that loneliness that I had been experiencing had lifted, but as we walked across the street, laughing and flirting, I felt completely alive. Nathan filled a hole in my heart that had been there since my parents passed away, something that had grown larger and larger as the years passed. When his mother died, I felt like there was no one else in the world that cared. Little did I know that everything in life would lead me back to the Landers and ultimately, to Nathan.

We walked down the ramp and into the cool sand, looking around at the empty beach. There was no one around since it was the middle of the workday, and that was perfectly okay with me. I loved being on the beach all alone, relaxing to the sounds of the waves, and taking in the warm California air. One day, I hoped to own a home right on the water where I could sit on my porch every morning and drink my coffee and then meditate every night to the surging tides.

Nathan took my hand, and we walked along the beach in silence, just happy to be close to one another. He gripped me tightly, making me feel secure and protected, and I looked down at the sand flying from my feet with every step. I leaned down and took off my sandals, throwing them and my towel up the beach. He looked down at me and smiled his charming smile, sending waves of butterflies fluttering through my chest. We walked up and back the small strip of beach, stopping at the rock wall protruding outward.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting the energy of the moment take over. Before I could open them, I felt Nathan’s lips press softly against mine, and he tapped me on the butt and laughed as he walked back over to our stuff. He spread out his towel as I picked up mine and sat down, leaning back and breathing deeply. It looked like that relaxation attempt was starting to actually work on him. I looked around the beach and decided that laying out wasn’t really what I was looking for. I smiled coyly at him as he looked at me suspiciously. I tossed my towel down next to him and turned toward the ocean, running full speed toward the waves. As the cold water hit my body, I gasped and laughed, feeling my whole body awaken from the cold. I trudged outward into the surf until it was up to my waist. I turned back and waved at Nathan who was laughing and walking toward me. The cold water ran all over my body, making me feel like there wasn’t a care in the world. In reality, in that moment, there really weren’t. I was on the beach with this amazing man, and I was swimming around in the most beautiful surf California had to offer.

I turned back toward the horizon and sp

read my arms wide, letting the waves crash into me. I breathed the salty air deep into my lungs and decided that these cool waters were going to carry my cares and fears away. There was no more headache for me, and I would decide who I let into my life, and who I threw to the side, no matter how long they had been there. It was time for the pain to be over.

Chapter Fifteen

Nathan

I couldn’t remember the last time I laid on the beach, not thinking about work, not stressing over meetings, and not trying to get ahead of the game for the next week. I closed my eyes and let the sun beat down on my face, feeling the rays of energy pushing through my skin and healing me from the inside out. There had been so many hard moments over the last several years, but right then, all I could think about was how lucky I was to be there with Ronni. She was like this crazy ray of light shining over me at every turn.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her as she giggled, holding her towel. She smiled coyly at me, and I squinted my eyes, unsure of what she was going to do. She tossed her towel down next to me and ran toward the ocean and right into the waves. I laughed as she kept going until the water was up to her waist, and the waves pounded into her. I couldn’t help but follow after her, walking slowly toward the waves and smiling at how beautiful she looked with soaked hair and the water glistening off her tan skin. She reached her arms out as the waves washed over her, looking like a goddess in the water. As she turned around, my eyes shifted from her beautiful smile to her tits. Her bathing suit, after getting wet, allowed her nipples to show right through. I could feel my cock hardening in my shorts, so before she noticed, I ran forward in the waves, struggling through until I could get to her. She laughed, splashing water at me. I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close.

“What are you doing?” She laughed.

“Making sure none of the randy surfers out here get any ideas,” I said, glancing down at her breasts. She looked down and ran her palms over her breasts, winking at me and pulling away. Immediately, I could feel my hardon getting worse, and I dove into the wave, letting the cold water wash over my body. Normally in temperatures like these, that bad boy would have shrunk right up, but as I watched Ronni dive forward, her ass cheeks bouncing up and down, it got even stiffer, and I could feel the ties start to come undone.

I swam after her, determined to have a little fun out here all alone in the ocean. I wanted to feel her smooth wet skin against my hand and play with her out in the open like this. She swam forward until her feet could barely touch the ocean floor. I followed after her, standing up and pulling her arms around my neck. She pulled up and pressed her lips hard against my mouth, and I could feel my heart begin to beat faster. I ran my hands down her sides and across to the top of her bikini bottoms. I pushed my hand inside and grasped onto her pussy, massaging it lightly.

“Nathan,” she said with a grin, looking around the beach.

“There’s no one here,” I cooed, pulling her against my rock-hard cock. “Even if there were, they can’t see what we’re doing.”

Slowly I pushed back, bowing my hand and pushing a finger deep inside her. She breathed deeply, pulling her body closer to mine. I dropped down to my knees, letting the water come up to our necks and allowing her to reach me better. The waves pushed us up and down through the surf, creating a motion against her pussy that brought the moans escaping her throat. She held on to my shoulders and hooked her feet around my thighs, keeping her body still as I pulled it out of the top and pushed the fabric between her legs to the side. I reached under her, pulling her close and pushing two fingers inside, wiggling them back and forth and listening as she moaned in my ear. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and laid her face down, the noises coming from her chest rolling with the waves of the ocean. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, and I was determined to make her come.

“I want to fuck you,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Not until you come for me,” I said.

I could feel her hips start to grind against my hand, and I moved it up and down fast and hard. I looked around to make sure we were still alone, the arousal of having sex in public almost intoxicating. She reached down and grabbed my arm, moving it up and down faster and harder. Her eyes clenched shut as she roared with ecstasy.

“Oh, God,” she screamed out, fucking my hand hard and fast. “I’m going to come.”

“Yeah, baby, I want to feel it,” I said, wiggling my fingers as she bounced up and down.