Page 33 of Rough Choice

The scratchy texture of his growing beard felt stimulating against her soft skin. His hand was cupping her heat, and she ground against it. They’d been at it most of the night and clearly, neither of them were satiated. As the predawn sky began to lighten, birds waking from their peaceful sleep and chirping happily, Eliana rolled the rest of the way over until she was straddling his hips.

Kye’s eyes went wide; clearly, he hadn’t been expecting that, and when, in one swift drop, she claimed him inside her, his groan sent shivers up her spine. Her slick heat was already aroused, their night of passionate love-making still lingered in the air, and her skin was prickling with desire as she rocked her hips against his.

Seemingly liking the dominant position, when Kye reached to cup her bare breasts, neither of them seeing any reason to wear clothing to bed anymore, she firmly took his wrists and pinned them above his head. Her pelvis tipping forward, his hipbone rubbed her clitoris, and she cried out in pleasure. Her grip on his wrists tightened, her thighs squeezing him, her walls clamping down on his shaft, her orgasm was swift and powerful, and she shook for a long time, riding the waves of ecstasy as they surged from head to toe.

Kye couldn’t resist any longer and took her hips, driving her back down, and his hips rose to meet her. Though sensitive and reeling, the feel of him strong and hard inside her was so enjoyable, she didn’t care that he was plundering her cave with the ferocity of a jackhammer. Kye’s upward strokes were so robust, her breasts bounced and she had to grip the headboard to steady herself.

Knowing she was no delicate flower, Kye took his pleasure in her. She rode him, matching every single one of his bucks and humps like the best of the rodeo champs. Trying to get a better angle, he rolled her onto her back and yanked one of her legs over his shoulder before reentering her. Eliana was biting her lips so hard she was sure she tasted blood, but the mixture of pain and pleasure was so liberating she couldn’t care less if she bit her own lip off.

Kye burst over the edge, his climax shooting so forcefully inside of her that she trembled again, his throbs matching her pulses. He lay on her stomach, forehead sweating and hair damp with perspiration. She stroked the wet strands away from his face, and he smiled as he nuzzled between her breasts, peppering the tender undersides with kisses.

“Good morning,” he said, still slightly out of breath. Eliana giggled and moved to massage his broad shoulders.

“Morning,” she greeted in blissful and relaxed contentment. “Are you hungry?” she asked after she felt his breathing return to normal.

“Famished,” he admitted. All their cardio was working up quite the appetite.

“Hela is coming over today. I promised her we’d talk over her situation.” Kye made a noise of understanding before he rolled over so she could look in his eyes.

“Her husband didn’t sign the papers, did he?” Kye asked and couldn’t help but play with the two mounds of flesh that were resting in his face. Eliana squirmed under the pressure of his thumbs on her nipples.

“No, he’s being difficult. He doesn’t want to pay child support, so he’s trying to draw things out until she runs out of money,” Eliana said, sighing in frustration. Hela, one of the local shop owners, had become a good friend of hers in the last few months, and Eliana had since learned that Hela’s husband was divorcing her and, as she was fairly poor, didn’t have the money for a lawyer. Eliana had agreed to do it for free.

“You’ll think of something, baby,” Kye said, propping himself up on his forearms and kissing her. “Are you going to stop by the shop today?”

“Don’t I always?” she asked in a teasing tone as she stroked his face. She decided she liked his beard. He kept it trimmed and soft, and it made him look rugged and, if possible, more handsome than ever.

“Good,” he said, grinning and kissing her. His semi-returned erection pressed against her wet folds, and she made an involuntary jerking motion. They both laughed as he tossed the covers over them, and they went at it again.

* * *

“Good morning, Matty!” Eliana called as she waved to the man on the far side of the compound. The medium height man with a rippling upper body and thick thighs was dressed in his usual khaki-colored cargo pants and a fitted muscle shirt. Carrying a semi-automatic gun, he waved to her. “I brought lunch,” Eliana said and handed him the white cloth wrapped sack of food. Containing a fish sandwich, a papaya, and two freshly baked cookies, Matty shouldered his weapon and took it gratefully.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, accepting it. Eliana reached back into her brown wicker basket and retrieved an ice-cold bottle of soda.

“Don’t forget we’re having the fish fry on Saturday. I want you to bring your wife and son,” Eliana said, pointing at him with an almost accusatory finger.

“I promise!” Matty said, holding up his right hand as though taking a solemn vow. Eliana smiled and waved as she continued along the path that encircled the compound.

It had been nearly six months to the day since they’d arrived in Belize. Eliana felt immense satisfaction in the routines she’d built for herself. It was easier to find things to do now that there were more people living on the compound with them. True to their plan, Grier and Kye had recruited some patch brothers from clubs in the south, primarily Texas, to come and work for them.

Among them were Matty, the security sergeant who lived off-site with his pregnant wife and three-year-old son, and four others. Luca was a quiet man with ashy blonde hair and tattoos on his arms who’d served four tours overseas with both the Army and the Air Force at one point. He worked primarily in the control room monitoring the cameras. He lived off-site too and was rumored to be dating a local woman. Then there were the brothers, Douglas and Russell, both former Marines who patrolled their beachfront and dock, lived in the shacks down the way from the main house. They’d fixed them up like cabanas and liked to shoot the shit with Grier.

It had taken much convincing for Grier to stay on. Not that they hadn’t asked him a million times their first few weeks, Grier seemed reluctant to agree. Maybe he thought he was imposing on their happily ever after or whatever, but it had come down to both Kye and Eliana sitting him down and telling him how much safer they both felt with him around. When they agreed to let him pick his own crew and open up a bar off-site, he’d finally unpacked his bag. Eliana was ecstatic he’d decided to remain in the main house with them but insisted he needed to renovate the downstairs office into a bedroom with a private entrance. Mainly because it was as far away from Kye and Eliana’s master suite as possible.

In desperate need of some estrogen, Eliana had formed several friendships with the women in the nearby village. Her Spanish was still rusty, but she was learning quickly. Hela owned a salon and boutique off the main road. Though it was small, Hela designed and made most of the clothes she sold and was actually very talented at cutting and styling hair. Eliana made it a habit to get her hair treated every two weeks. Not that she was going to complain about that. Her previously short locks were now wistfully flowing down the middle of her back.

Hela was also helping Eliana practice her Spanish. The woman, in her mid-thirties, was dark-skinned with shimmering brown hair and eyes the color of honey. How her bastard of a husband could justify cheating and divorcing such a sweet, beautiful, intelligent and funny woman was beyond anything Eliana could understand. Even when Eliana wasn’t getting her hair done, the two would often sit out front of her shop drinking coffee and laughing at the children who played in the streets.

Belize life was very different than American. There was no sense of urgency or panic. No one was in a hurry, and no one ever seemed angry; except maybe a few of the men who frequented Grier’s bar for soccer games. Their rowdy chants and aggressive boos when their team was losing could be heard for miles.

It was easy for Eliana to slip into a comfortable life. She would spend her mornings in bed with Kye, then she’d clean and maintain the house while he went off to work the mechanic shop he’d opened in the old stables on the compound premises. She’d cook lunch for all the guys and take a nice long walk to deliver the food and cold drinks before eating lunch with Kye every day. Twice a week Eliana would work with Russell and Douglas to practice shooting or kickboxing. In the evening, those who lived on-site would gather at the main house or off the dock for beers and a bonfire. A few times a week they’d go out to Grier’s bar, and every Sunday Eliana and Kye would spend the whole day riding up and down the coast on his Harley that had arrived in Belize shortly after they had.

Things were perfect. For the most part.

“Hi, baby,” Kye greeted. He was working on an old farming truck a local had brought in. He was bare-chested, and his work overalls hung low on his hips, torso stretched and muscles rippling as he reached overhead to loosen something just under the front axle.

“Hey there, sexy man,” she greeted and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek from behind and gave his earlobe a flirtatious bite.