A City Boy Turned Cowboy
XANDRY
The Harrises and I settled at the bar lounge. Talking about business was not the best topic I wanted to indulge in when I was on the yacht, but that was what the oldies were enjoying at this moment while I was currently mind-fucking Blaine.
The Harris twins were already at the spa room with the best masseuses with the relaxing androgynous scents of sophisticated oil mixed of sandalwood, violet, and vanilla, or probably the sensual aroma of the sweet almond oil.
Saph and Blaine were lounging at the deck—their faint laughter was tempting me enough to join them, but that was their girls’ time.
One of the reasons why I brought them here was to spend time with Blaine and not sitting in front of these oldies while listening to the topics out of my interest, but I was not to be disrespectful, was I?
My girls walked inside with still a smile on their faces. Blaine’s eyes gleamed with joy as they both sat in front of the counter, crossing the legs that I once felt wrapped around my waist. I broke my gaze before the zipper of my pants would break open.
“Maybe you should visit sometimes, Xandry.” Max must have caught me ogling his niece. Busted.
“Huh?”Great, Xandry.
“You can visit there sometimes,” Bob said, sipping his fine drink.
“Of course, I was thinking of opening a restaurant there, but I have to settle it with my dad first.”
“That would be a great idea, honey,” Brenda agreed, clasping her hands together in excitement.
I heard their conversation earlier, convincing Blaine on moving to the city. Now, I second thought about my plan. The actual reason why I suggested opening a restaurant was that I wanted to be near her. It may be sounded lame, but I liked her a lot that I was willing to change my lifestyle. I could see Pyke and Bash grinning and mocking me, saying ‘A city boy turned cowboy.’
Last month, I’d never seen myself in this situation. If I hadn’t go with Pyke, my life may not change a bit and I was still the old leg-spreader Xandry with nothing but to work every day and spread woman’s legs every night until tonight—I was not trying to impress Blaine–what I was doing was stepping to the next level with her. Now, I somehow had planned my life for the future, and that included a serious relationship.
I had not come to a conclusion of marrying Blaine, but if she was the one for me, then it would definitely happen in the future. Quite frankly, the thought didn’t scare me a bit, in fact, it amazed me how attraction or connection between two people could change a life.
“Hey, what are you smirking of?” Saph’s voice made me blink in surprise.
“What?”
“You’re daydreaming, twinnie.”
“It’s night, Saph,” I snorted, “guys, you can avail anything here. There are a spa, sauna, Jacuzzi, and suites if you might wanna take a rest.” I thought it was time to make my plan into action.
“I definitely need a massage, Darlin’.” Bob grinned at his wife.
“I want that Jacuzzi, honey,” Miranda announced.
“I’ll stay at the bar. I’ll need to call Rexwell. He just landed in Italy.” Saph stood up and shot me an intense glare.
“What?”
She rolled her eyes as if telling me I was the dumbest, then shifted her gaze to Blaine whose laughing with the Asian bartender. My blood suddenly rushed to my brain, making my face flush as anger set in.
“We’ll go and avail the massage, honey. And thank you for this wonderful night.” Brenda kissed my cheek.
“You’re welcome. We will be back to Marina in the morning, so take your time.” My hands were already shoved into my pockets as they already balled into fists.
I blew an exasperated sigh when everyone left and narrowed my eyes to the bar counter where Blaine was still talking to the bartender.
Gritting my teeth in fury, I warned, “You might wanna swim back to the port.”
He cleared his throat. “Can I get you a drink, Mr. Williams?” he asked tentatively with lacking eye contact.
“Orders. First, take my fucking order seriously. Second, do your fucking job that what you were paid for, and lastly, don’t fucking flirt with my woman.” Blaine gasped beside me, but I ignored her out of annoyance.
“Xandry!”
“Mr. Williams, I was—”
“Don’t!”
“My apology, Mr. Williams.”
I turned my gaze to Blaine, and her eyes slightly widened, her face was flushed probably from the effect of the alcohol, or from the anger of how I was overreacting. I looked down at her half-empty drinks. She was drinking the same—her new favorite Phoenix’s Princess.
I inwardly smirked. “Is that your first shot?”
“You’re a little harsh, Xandry,” she hissed, glaring at me.
“I can be harsher, Blaine. Or worse,” I tell her truthfully.
“But he’d not done anything wrong. I was just asking about the mix, but he didn’t tell me.”
Shit. I’m mortified. “Is that all?” I joked to lighten her mood.
“What else would it be?” she asked back in a sharp tone, brow arched. “And FYI, I don’t know how to flirt.”
“You just flirted right back there,” I smirked, and her cheeks tinged red like a cherry.
“Give me a drink like hers.” I looked at the bartender, then he nodded to confirm. “What’s your name?”
“Chester,” he answered shortly and cautiously, and I glanced down at his nameplate and nodded.
“We’ll be there.” I pointed to the deck with comfy seats.
“I’ll bring your drinks shortly, Mr. Williams.”
I glanced at him for seconds. My attitude a while ago didn’t impress Blaine. “Just Xandry.”
“Sure, Xandry.” He nodded.
“Shall we go, milady?” I gestured my hand, making her chuckle.
A few minutes later, Chester brought our drinks. We settled on the cream upholstered seat with a thick blanket wrapped around us. Her hair was windblown by the salty breeze, and she was just utterly gorgeous. The night was peaceful with a few stars twinkling in the dark sky.
The thundering of my heart was louder than the humming of the vessels as our bodies pressed side by side. If this was not Blaine, I was a hundred percent sure that I already pounded her pussy in one of the suites of this yacht, and she was probably counting her orgasms on her toes at this moment.
I didn’t usually follow the dinner rules, we got the dessert first before the damn main course. This whole thing was killing me with frustrating aching blue balls. But this was Blaine, and I’m willing to wait if in return I got to taste her again. And be my girlfriend.
She hadn’t said a word, just watching the bubbles of the sea as the yacht sailed smoothly further, then she took another sip of her cocktail drink.
“You’re addicted to that, sweetheart,” I stated.
“I won’t be drinking when I get back home,” she said in almost a whisper.
“Do you want to know the mix?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“But you asked him.”
“Yup. I didn’t mean I will mix it at home, just out of curiosity.”
“I trust you, sweetheart, and you are damn good at self-control,” I chuckled, raising my brow at her.
“How so?”
“You can still keep your hands off of me.” I watched her reactions closely, then again she blushed. Her gorgeous eyes were bright and glossy and her lips slightly parted.
“Stop looking at me like that. I’m barely hanging on a fine thread.”
“I don’t know what are you doing to me, Xandry,” she murmured, bit her lip, then sighed, and averted her gaze to the ocean.
“I don’t even know how to answer that because, to be honest with you I’m a little bit confused about these things between us and these are all new to me, but I never doubt that I like you. A lot.”
“I like you too, but I’m scared.”
Well, my heart did a little flip-flop in there, then there was a word scared that did a sudden waved in the pit of my stomach.
“What are you afraid of? Me, hurting you? I will never intentionally do that. That’s the reason why I never enter into a relationship in the first place. I don’t wanna get hurt as well, but right now, it seems everything is out of my control, and all I want is to talk to you, be right here beside you, hold you, and kiss you. And fuck! I badly wanna feel you.”
“I was broken once by someone just like you—”
“I’m not like him, Blaine. I will never abandon you if you’re pregnant with my child.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’m an ass, I get that, a little pushy, rude, maybe overconfident, but I didn’t knock up someone and left her alone.” I noticed her flinched. “I’m sorry, shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s alright. I’m over it already, Xandry, and I’m sorry for judging you. You’re right, you are way better than him.”
“Good to hear that,” I whispered, kissing her head. “Does this mean we are now dating?”
“Ha!” She pushed me away, and I threw my head back laughing.
Fuck! I love this feeling.
“I can’t date you. I’m going back to my hometown and you’re here—your life, business, your job, and your family. And damn it, you’re rich! And I can’t just leave my home and my family to be with you.”
“You wounded me, sweetheart.” I pressed my hand over my chest dramatically and faked my grimace.
“I’m just saying the possible scenario.” There was a disappointment in her voice though. At least she thought about dating me.
“I know, sweetheart. Just leave everything to me, and you don’t have to adjust. Let me do the adjustments.” There was a slim chance that she would agree to this.
Slim. And that made me feel hopeful.
“I can’t let you do that. That’s unfair.” Her face contorted into a frown.
“Life is unfair if we think of it as unfair, sweetheart, but just trust me, and I want you to be a little patience for me, can you do that, for us?” I cupped her face and ran my thumb over her soft cold cheek. Her brows met together, but her eyes were sparkling and gleaming as I stared at her filled with hope and longing.
At least we were on the same page. Then I glanced down at her lips that tasted like heaven, soft, and warm—wishing that I could taste them again.
I pressed my lips against her parted one for seconds, then I pulled back. Blaine stared at me with confusion—her lips slightly pouted in dismay. I gave her a calculated smirk, cocking my brow.
“Why did you pull back?” she asked hesitantly, probably finding it hard to admit her desire of kissing me.
And so I committed, I leaned down and crashed my lips into hers, and she immediately kissed me back, raking her fingers through my hair, fisting, and pulling me into her with desperation.
I thought my heart burst out of my chest as it was hammering hard when our kisses intensified, making my whole world spin and body hum with desire.
Her tongue battled with mine—her drinks flooded as I shoved my tongue deeper into her mouth, tasting her, demanding for more, losing in her sweetness.
She shuddered and moaned hotly into our mouths—it was carnally seductive. A guttural groan escaped my throat, and my cock violently jerked in my pants.
I’m dying—dying of lust and desires—dying with a hard-on that had never been this strong in my twenty-three years of life.
Her breathing came like a rush across my face, hitting me in a warm caress. Her eyes were dark and glossy—definitely turned on as I am.
“Jesus, Blaine.”