What Happens in Mexico...Stays in Mexico

Chapter Six

“What have you done?”

“What I wanted to.”

“But he’s a stranger!”

“No, he’s my husband.”

The argument with herself went on inside Sharra’s head for several long moments before she forced the thoughts away.  She refused to worry about it.  She’d made her choice and she wouldn’t look back.

“I sure hope you’re having second thoughts.”  Matt’s drawling voice rumbled over her, making her shiver again.

She blinked and met his satisfied gaze.  “You want me to have regrets?”

He chuckled and rolled so they laid side by side, his strong leg flung over her hip to hold her close.  “I didn’t say anything about regrets.”  His fingers threaded through her hair.  “I was talking about seconds.”

Sharra’s face heated at the smug look on Matt’s face.  “Already?  Don’t you need some…ummm…down time?”

This time he laughed aloud before dropping a kiss on the end of her nose.  “With you it looks like I could go 24/7.”  He moved inside of her, and she gasped as she felt his cock rapidly harden.  “Wanna see how fast my turn around time is?”

“Matt!”

He laughed, feeling better than he had in a long time.  It wasn’t just the sex, though that had been incredible.  It was the knowledge that the woman he held in his arms was the one he’d been looking for his whole life.  The fact he’d found her in a back-alley cantina in Mexico when he hadn’t even been looking, made him shake his head at fate.  It was a funny thing.  He’d played the white knight, thinking he could use her to help himself get home, and now he was figuring out how to take her with him.

But he was going to have to do some fancy explaining first.  How was he going to tell the woman he was falling in love with they weren’t really married?  And that was just the first of his lies.

“Matt?”  His dour thoughts must have made his body stiffen, because Sharra’s hand moved over his back soothingly. 

“It’s all right, love,” he whispered to her.  “I was just thinking about you…not remembering the first time.  You won’t know how I compare.”

Now it was Sharra who giggled.  “Are you so concerned with your reputation, then?”  Her fingers walked up his chest and tugged gently on his chest hair.  “Do you need me to shout your praises?”

Matt reddened as he grabbed her wandering hand.  “I wouldn’t mind hearing a compliment or two.”

“Then I’ll give you one.”  Surprising Matt, she pushed him over on his back and straddled him, driving his stiffening cock deep back within her body.  He gave a loud groan, which made her smile broader.

“Since you did such a wonderful job of pleasuring me, why don’t I see if I can return the favor?”

His hands went to her hips and held tightly.  “I won’t say no.”

“Are you sure?”  Enjoying the power she had over him, she bent and brushed her lips over his.  “I don’t want to wear you out.”

A sexy grin was his response.  “I think I can handle it.”

She immediately recognized the challenge and was determined to meet it.  A wicked smile lit her eyes, and reaching down, she took his hands and pushed them above his head so that they touched the slatted headboard.  She curled his fingers around the bars and then looked down at him seductively.  “I wonder.  Can you be trusted?”

Surprisingly, a shadow crossed his face before disappearing so quickly she wondered if she’d imagined it.  Instead, he winked at her.  “Try me.”

“All right.”  Pushing away the thought she was missing something, she cocked her head and considered him.  “Then you can’t let go.  No matter what happens, you have to hold onto the headboard.  Okay?”

His eyes went even hotter and he hardened perceptibly within her.  “O-kay.”

“Promise.”

“Promise.”

Sharra grinned and teasingly ran her finger down the line of hair that started at his chest and disappeared where their bodies joined.  “Then hold on, pardner.  I feel like a ride.”

The moment she moved, Matt knew he’d made a mistake.  The feel of her stroking up and down on his cock was so hot and wonderful, he wondered if he would die before she finished with him.  A few minutes later he was sure of it.

He groaned as her quim squeezed him rhythmically, each caress pulling him back into the inferno of desire.  Her hands pressed down on his shoulders, her nails dug into his skin as her strong legs lifted her slowly at first and then quicker as Sharra was caught by the same passion he was feeling.  He watched, his own lust spiking higher as her head went back, and her lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure.

His hands tightened on the bars of the bed until they hurt, and he fought not to grab her and slam her down hard and fast as his body demanded of him.  The fire in him blazed hotter and he found himself arching up to meet her measured moves.  She laughed throatily at his lack of control and ground herself against him.  Sweat broke out as his need skyrocketed even higher.

“Let me touch you,” he growled, wishing he’d never made the promise.  He knew he was begging, but he couldn’t help it.

Sharra smirked at him and folded her arms above her head, holding her long silky hair out of the way.  Her breasts thrust forward and her dark nipples beckoned him.  He longed to stretch up and take one in his mouth, but she shook her head.  “No.  I want to torture you, just like you did me.”

Matt gave a heart-felt groan.  “Baby.  I’m dying here.”

She laughed and tweaked one of his flatter, darker nipples.  “Just wait.  I haven’t even started yet.”

He hadn’t thought he could get any hotter, but Sharra proved him wrong again.  What she did next just about blew the top of his head off.  Never stopping her slow, measured strokes on his cock, she bent and went to work on the rest of him.  No part of him escaped her busy mouth. The nibbles and sucking kisses touched everywhere she could get to, even if she had to bend herself double.

His cock was on fire and he was thrusting up against her in abandonment when she finally nipped at his lower lip and smiled at him.

“Uncle?”

Matt would have recited the entire family tree if it would have released him from his promise.  His mouth was so dry he couldn’t even speak.  All he could do was nod.

Her smile turned triumphant.  “Then I win.”

Jerking his stiff hands away from the headboard, he moved so now she was on her back.  “You certainly do.”  He captured her mouth in a hard deep kiss, before looking down at her.  He took over their lovemaking as he grinned.

“But now we’ll both win.”

No other word was said as they both gave into the need that rushed through them.  Their bodies pounded together, the heat inside them overwhelming even the air conditioner in their room.  Their skin glistened with sweat as they rolled over the bed in a final frantic mating.  Matt had never felt anything like it.  It was sexy, it was passionate and it was…fun. 

All too soon the fire within them burned out of control.  Their climaxes came at the same time, Sharra crying out his name as she exploded beneath him.  Matt growled out his own pleasure and sank down deep, his own orgasm shuddering through him with such power he wondered if he would ever really recover.

The overhead ceiling fan was the only thing in the room moving for several long moments after that.  Then, as the frantic beating of their hearts slowed, Matt lifted himself up and kissed Sharra with such gentleness, he saw tears come to her eyes.  His own heart ached with emotion and at that moment he wanted to keep her tight in his arms so she could never leave him.  But, he didn’t want her to think it was all about the sex, no matter how perfect it had been.  She had become far too important to him.  An idea glimmered and he smiled.  Maybe it was time to show her.

“That was quite a ride,” he murmured.  “Something I’ll never forget.  Are you up for another one?”

She stared at him in shocked wonder.  “You want to do it again?  What are you, the Energizer Bunny?”

Matt gave a laughing snort and rolled so she snuggled next to him.  The air from the fan wafted down over them and they both sighed in relief.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, woman.  I was thinking about another kind of ride.”

She blinked.  “Another?”

“Yeah.”  He pushed back her sweat dampened hair and grinned at her, enjoying her confusion.  For the plan he’d just come up with to work, he’d have to keep her off balance.

“Have you ever been in a dune buggy?”

* * *

Well, this wasn’t exactly the ride she’d been expecting, but it was fun.  Sharra held on with both hands as the dune buggy raced over the sandy hills and sparse brush.  Matt drove like a crazy man, purposely hitting every hole and bump just so the buggy would buck and send her flying.  Every time she’d shriek, he burst out laughing, his perfect white teeth gleaming in his dirty face.

She knew she didn’t look much better.  There was a thick coat of dust all over her and she felt like she’d swallowed half the beach.  She’d never done anything quite like it, but she seemed to be doing a lot of new things with Matt and this, like the rest, was a lot of fun.

Except when her teeth were being jarred right out of her head.

“Hold on!  I’m gonna take that jump!”

“NO!”  Her scream of fear was swallowed by the roar of the engine as it soared into space above the deep trench.  When they came down, her fingers were jolted loose from their stranglehold and her butt left the seat.  Sharra’s arms flailed wildly, and she squealed, knowing this time she was going to go flying.

At the last moment, Matt’s strong arm wrapped around her waist and dragged her back down.  His gray eyes gleamed down at her as he pushed her into the seat.  “Hold on, dammit.  You really don’t want to let go at this speed.”

She tossed him a glare that should have curled his hair.  “I was holding on.  But you’re driving like a maniac.  Slow down!”

“Why?”  Ignoring her command, he laughed again and jerked the wheel into a spin that sent her scooting into him.  “I’m having fun.  Aren’t you?”

Sharra wanted to say no, but she wouldn’t lie.  But she refused to make Matt any smugger.  “It’s okay.”

“Just okay?”  His grin flashed again.  “Come on.  Admit it.  You’re having fun.”

He looked so much like a big kid, she had to laugh herself.  “You know I am.  Even though I’ll…” her head hit the roll bar and she yelped, “be black and blue tomorrow.”

“No worries.  I’ll kiss it and make it all better.”

She felt the heat rise in her cheeks.  “I bet you would.”

Matt waggled his eyebrows at her, delighted in the blush that had touched her dirty face.  She was so passionate, yet with an innate innocence that was a turn on in itself.  Even dirty, sweaty and cranky, all he wanted to do was stop the dune buggy and kiss her senseless. 

He had it bad.

“Come on, babe,” he said as he turned the dune buggy into a clump of palms.  “Hang on.  I’m really gonna let her rip.”

Her scream made him shout with more laughter as he whipped in and out amongst the tall, fragrant palms.  He’d kept her guessing all day long, from when he roused her with an early morning kiss and an exciting bout of sex in the shower, to when he whisked her away to a romantic picnic lunch.  It was afterwards that he dragged her aboard the beat up dune buggy and off into an adventure of dust and adrenaline. 

When he’d discovered she’d never been on a sand buggy ride, he was determined to show her a good time.  And to him, that meant scaring the socks off her.  At least a little.  But he knew she was enjoying herself.  Sharra might complain and holler, but it was easy to see she was having a good time.  Her eyes sparkled and he could tell that each scream held excitement as well as fear.  If it hadn’t, he wouldn’t have kept pushing the envelope. 

Sharra was an adrenaline junkie and she didn’t even know it. 

“Akkkk,” she shouted at him now.  “I think I just ate a bug!”

He roared with laughter and turned onto a sandy road that was covered by an arc of palm tree fronds.  “No need, honey.  We have more food in the picnic basket.”

She shook her head and spit out the offending insect.  “If you’d slow down, I’d have a chance to duck.”

“What fun would that be?”

Her giggle made his heart stumble, and he realized again just how much he was beginning to care about Sharra.  The thought he was deceiving her flashed through his mind, but he pushed it away as soon as it appeared.  He refused to let that mar the day they were having.  And besides, he had a plan.  He turned onto a smaller side road and glanced her way.  “You’re kinda messy looking.  Feel like a swim?”

Sharra blinked.  “You mean like in water?  But we’re miles from the ocean now.”

Matt turned into a hidden meadow.  Dappled shadows flitted over his face as he grinned at her.  “Who said anything about the ocean?”

END OF CHAPTER SIX

* Chapter One * Chapter Two * Chapter Three * Chapter Four * Chapter Five * Chapter Six *

* Chapter Seven * Chapter Eight *  Chapter Nine *  Chapter Ten * Chapter Eleven *

* Chapter Twelve * Chapter Thirteen * Chapter Fourteen * Chapter Fifteen * Chapter Sixteen *

* Chapter Seventeen * Epilogue *