If You Say So (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 6)

I pulled her to me and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“You could’ve used some of that money to help with the down payment on the house,” I pointed out.

She nodded.

“I could have, yes,” she agreed. “But you weren’t here to say yes or no, and I didn’t want to be that woman that took advantage of her soldier fiancée that was out on deployment.”

“There are definitely different types of people in this world,” I said as I let her go so she could push one of the carts. “And you’re not the type to ever take advantage, baby.”

***

“Look!” she cried, coming out of the water with a beaming smile on her face.

I looked at the ugly, discolored ring, and grinned right back.

How could I not?

“Add it to your pile, baby,” I laughed.

We were on the beach.

Well, I was on the beach.

Frankie was in the water scooping up sand with her basket and using her metal detector to find things under the sand.

“It was a good idea to come down here,” she suggested, gesturing to the much busier section of beach. “With it being a public beach, and seeing hundreds of people a day, there’s way more potential to lose things.”

That’d been what I told her when she hadn’t found anything in our section of the private beach.

In the hour that she’d been searching here, she’d found not only a ring, but one diamond earring, two bracelets that looked to be rather fake, and a set of keys.

After another ten minutes of searching, Frankie finally joined me in the private beach cabana-type thing that we’d rented for the next couple of hours.

After realizing that she truly was enjoying herself, I’d walked up to one of the popular hotels and asked how much to rent an umbrella.

He’d pointed to a cabana-like thing and said it was much cheaper.

And they would move it wherever I wanted it moved as long as it stayed out of the water.

It was a great eighty bucks well spent.

And it came with free drinks once every thirty minutes.

She picked up the ice-cold Dr. Pepper that I’d ordered for her and took a deep sip.

“Ahhh, burns so good,” she said as she twisted the lid back on. “How did you know that I liked Dr. Pepper when I’m hot? I’ve only been ordering Coca-Colas around you.”

I opened my mouth to say ‘I didn’t’ but closed it.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “He asked, read out all the drinks, and then I just chose that one. It sounded right.”

She took another deep swallow, and I watched as a bead of water slid down from her chin, between her sweet little breasts, to settle in the material that was bunched around her belly.

She was in a two-piece number the likes of which I’d never seen before.

The bottoms came all the way up to mid-navel, and the top was a standard size bikini with fringe that came mid-way down her belly.

She was covered but… not.

And it was driving me wild.

All the hints of skin that she kept giving me were like little bites of cookie. They looked good, but they weren’t enough.

“Well thank you,” she said. “Did he say when he was going to be back?”

She eyed the sides of the cabana we were in.

Really it was just a tent around two lounge chairs. The sides opened up or closed depending on how you wanted them.

“I would guess he’ll be here in about twenty-five minutes or so,” I answered.

Since I had gotten plenty of odd comments here and there from beachgoers, I’d closed the tent sides up until all you could see was out the front through a small gap.

A small gap that Frankie was now closing.

“What are you…”

The illumination from the crack that she’d left was enough to see her walking toward me, a sway in her step.

I went from curious to what she was doing to hard and ready to go on the ride she was leading in about two seconds flat.

“You came out of the water earlier,” she murmured. “And those wet shorts were all bunched up around your cock.” She licked her lips as she slowly slid her hand over her wet chest. “And all I could think about was coming over here and pushing your trunks down and doing exactly this.”

She sat on me, her body feeling like a cool brand against my skin.Chapter 14Adios bitchachos.

-Text from Frankie to her dad

Frankie

I wasn’t sure what came over me.

One second I was showing Luca my spoils of war, watching him get excited over a stupid earring that looked to be older than dirt and nothing very special.

I saw his face, watched it light up each time I came up with a piece of metal, a crab or hell, even a rock.

And every single time I came out of the water, his eyes were on me.