Having a house on the Pacific Ocean didn’t allow us to watch the sun rising over the ocean. Instead, the pastel hues replaced the darkened sky, and the sun’s rays streamed out over the water, creating a glimmer that moved with the ocean currents.
Usually, after long weeks in the city, I would retreat to my beach house and spend a lot of time at the edge of my balcony, absorbing the serenity of sunrises with a cup of coffee. Today was different in every way. For starters, my stone-cold heart had thawed overnight, and I felt like an entirely different human being. It wasn’t due to anything I’d done, either. Being with Breanne made me feel different—happier. My jaded outlook on life seemed somehow softer whenever I was near her. It was strange how a woman could change it all with just a look, the sound of her voice, and in Breanne’s case, the alluring part of her stubborn yet golden personality. I was a man in love, and honestly, what a liberating feeling to care for someone so suddenly and intensely.
Knowing the man that I was and never being down this uncertain path before, I knew I could fuck this shit up as fast as it had started. I wouldn’t go down that road, though. If I began to overthink this, I’d destroy the peace I’d found, given to me by the woman who put this goofy smile on my face—a smile I hadn’t seen since I was sixteen.
As soon as the memories of my past started to bubble their way up in my mind, I knew I had to shut this train of thought down immediately and lock it away. Fuck. I felt suddenly nauseous at the idea of haunted memories resurfacing, knowing my first instinct was to close myself off and push Bree away for her and my own good.
As we’d said earlier, we would make this fun and see where it all went. There was no pressure, only me reacting to how happy I felt and the fear of darker times trying to ruin that. I lived all this time, shutting out the chaos, and I was perfectly fine. I could do it now too. I deserved a happy life with someone who made me laugh; why couldn’t I have it with Bree? There was no good reason why not.
“It just got cold,” Bree said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I have an oversized beach blanket.” I brought it up and around me as I came up behind her and pulled her into my chest. “Better?” I asked, kissing her soft cheek.
“Perfect,” she said, leaning her head back against my chest. “Aren’t you the perfect man?”
“I don’t believe I’ve earned that title yet, but if you’re handing it out, I’ll take it.”
“This is so surreal,” she said, looking at the sun’s light as it changed the sky above the ocean into a variety of hues of purple and blue. “If only we could pause certain moments in time.”
“And if you could?” I questioned as I nestled further into her body, kissing her hair.
“I would keep us like this for at least another hour.” She laughed.
“Just an hour? Hell, I’d keep us here forever and un-pause the time so that I could fuck you and then hit pause again.” I rolled my eyes at how lame that sounded, but I guess lame was all part of being the love-drunk fool I’d become since I’d accepted these emotions.
“Ah, and it seems he recalls the hot and sexy dream I had about us being out here?”
“He just fucking remembered?” I smiled, my dick perking up after Breanne reminded me about her horny dream. “And thank God for not pausing time because I need to make up for falling asleep on you like a teenage boy.”
She lifted her lips to kiss my chin. “You were hardly a teenage boy.”
“Well, I did make a promise that I’d fulfill that fantasy,” I said, kissing the back of her neck. “How about you enjoy the sunrise while I fuck you into bliss?”
“Ha.” She nipped at my bottom lip, turning my ass on even more. “I don’t think so.”
“You don’t?” I smiled.
“Out here? Having sex? You don’t have it in you.” She reached back and clenched my hard dick, and her gasp gave away that she realized she was entirely wrong.
“Yeah, we’re fucking.” I stated with a laugh. “No one is around, and your hand clenching my dick at the moment isn’t making my drive to fuck you here and now any less.”
I slid a foot between her legs, gently maneuvering her so I could validate whether or not my idea of fucking her discreetly while she watched the sunrise was something she was down for. She’d released my cock while I slid my hands into her bikini to find her entrance was already wet, and that was all I needed.
Without hesitating, I pulled down my boardshorts, and my dick was throbbing to enter her from behind.
I took her neck into my lips with tender kisses and brought her back to feel my hard cock. Her soft moans and sexy short breaths told me I was heading in the right direction, and she wanted this as badly as I wanted to give it to her.
“I’m going to fuck you as you watch the sunrise, and you’re going to come hard, dimples.”
I heard her swallow. “God, I…”
I slid the crotch of her swimsuit to the side, and with a slight bend of my knees, I positioned myself to enter her with ease. Her gasp in response sounded more soothing to my rejuvenated soul than the waves rolling into the shoreline.
“You have no idea how perfect you feel,” I told her as I moved slowly into her after sliding my hand through her bikini and pressing my fingers over the soft surface of her clit.
I found a slow and perfect rhythm to gently fuck her, moving my cock in and out and resisting the urge to drive harder into her greedily. I kissed along the back of her neck as she leaned forward and gripped the rail, tempting me to go deeper.
I loved that she enjoyed it deep and got off by me hitting her spot or going after what I loved the most, filling her and forcing my tip against the back of her pussy. Jesus Christ, the sounds this woman was making was going to make me fucking cum inside her before she came. This was about her, and I had to wonder what the hell I was doing in that dream of hers to make her wake up wanting me hard and deep, fucking her into that mattress as I’d done.
All motions, movements, and sounds stopped the second I spied two figures walking up the beach. Of course, this would happen as soon as I teased Bree with a deeper thrust. Bree saw them the same time I did, and she made pulling out that much more difficult when she snapped her legs together, rose, and locked my cock in place with a tightness that made me grip her stomach to hold onto my shit.
Fuck, that felt good.
“People are coming,” she whispered through clenched teeth.
You have no idea how close I was to coming, I thought as I blew out a breath, forcing myself to adjust to how fucking tight her pussy was around my cock.
“I know,” I whispered back, “and you’re currently holding my dick hostage.” I kissed her cheek. “Relax, dimples. Act chill, and they’ll pass by. Everyone out here keeps to themselves and leaves the homeowners alone—”
“Alex?” I heard the voice of Mrs. Campbell, and instead of dropping my forehead to Bree’s shoulder in irritation, I established my bearings to greet my friendly yet overly talkative neighbor from five doors down with a smile.
“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Campbell,” I acknowledged them. At the same time, I steadied Bree where we froze in place—still erotically connected and trying to keep it together as if we were both bundled up enjoying a beautiful sunrise.
She walked away from the wet sand and toward the softer sand to engage in conversation. Jesus Christ, I’d only ever talked with this woman one time before after a long run on the beach when I was walking my heart rate back into a normal rhythm. She loved to talk, and it was a good conversation while I recovered from morning beach runs, but at the moment, I was sort of trying to fuck my woman, and this wasn’t time for idle chit-fucking-chat.
“Herbert and I got up early today to enjoy the gorgeous sunrise,” she said while her husband smiled up at us. “I love these colors.”
“I see that. Nice to see you, both. Enjoy the sunrise. You know you can’t pause them.”
Bree sighed and eyed me while I looked at her with a stupid-as-fuck smile. I could pull this off. I knew I could. I just had to get Mr. and Mrs. Campbell on their merry little fucking way.
“It rained last night,” she said. “So, Herbert and I were going to enjoy our walk a little earlier than usual.”
“Sunrise might be behind me,” I grinned, “but you’re missing what you came out early to see.”
“What’s that, Alex?” she questioned while I exhaled.
“The colors, of course,” I answered, and my dick could no longer sit parked in this hot and tight pussy.
I moved slightly just to feel what the fuck I was out here to enjoy, and also what my neighbors were on a fantastic mission to destroy unknowingly.
Bree softly moaned as I worked her tightness from behind.
“It’s just so lovely to see you. I’m glad you came down to the house this weekend,” Mrs. Campbell said, ignoring my polite way of moving her down the shoreline. “That way, you can enjoy the sunrise after the rain.”
Fuck my life, lady. Keep walking. But nope…why would she? It was time for some wholesome small talk.
“It’s why we’re out here,” I tried to act a bit more dismissive.
From out of nowhere, I couldn’t resist but to inwardly laugh at this fucked-up scenario. I was steadfast in ensuring I fulfilled Breanne’s fantasy. My dick wasn’t letting up on her perfect pussy even if I jerked the damn thing out. We would have to enjoy each other while Bree met my neighbors in quite a unique predicament. Of all the mornings for my talkative friend to be nosier than usual too.
“Alex, I’m mortified,” Bree finally spoke through a whisper while I tried not to laugh at Mrs. Campbell, who was in her pleasant little world, moving the sand around between her toes.
“Just keep the blanket closed, and they’ll never have a clue.” I moved my cock slowly into her. “You focus on my dick and the sunrise, and I’ll deal with my neighbor.
“Can we…are we really doing this?” Bree’s voice was lower than the sound of the waves crashing into the break just beyond the shoreline.
“Yes,” I answered with certainty, eying Mrs. Campbell leaning over to gather a seashell. “We’re going to fuck, talk, and greet that sun if it were our last sunrise together.”
“It’s going to be our last if she doesn’t leave or finds out what you’re back there doing.” Bree tried to sound firm, but I heard the humor of this messed-up situation in her voice too.
I moved deeper into her. “That—” she gasped, and I kissed her cheek.
“What’s that?” Mrs. Campbell said, all but setting out a blanket in front of my house to stare up and talk for the rest of the damn day.
“Sunrise is so beautiful,” Bree answered nicely.
I licked my parched and hungry lips, hearing it in her voice that she was enjoying my cock as it worked its way around her pussy, slowly and subtly.
“So, who’s your friend?” Mrs. Campbell asked.
“Oh, my God, this isn’t happening,” Bree whispered into her shoulder.
“Oh, it’s certainly happening.” I smiled down at Mrs. Campbell, whose husband was turning her attention to something in the sand near their feet. “It’s going down like this. You’re going to hold your composure while I fuck you and simultaneously move them down the beach.”
“How can you fuck and talk?” she continued hiding her voice in her shoulder.
“You’d be surprised at how I can please my lady.”
“Did you hear me?” Mrs. Campbell asked, looking up to us again, holding her hand like a visor over her squinting eyes.
I smiled, knowing the sun was saving our asses as it rose over the mountains behind my house. Thank God my boardshorts hadn’t dropped to the ground as well.
“Yes. This is my girlfriend, Bree,” I introduced her, hoping my probing neighbor would move on. Most people would’ve left already; I’d like to think so, at least.
I’d never been in a position like this, and somehow the dark, crazier side of it turned me on even more. Bree remaining wet told me she wasn’t about to let my nosy neighbor ruin this in one way or another either.
“We’re so fucked,” Bree whispered back to me.
“Figuratively and literally,” I chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Enjoy the literal aspect.”
“Are you appreciating the sunrise from our beautiful Malibu shores, young lady?”
“I am,” Bree said while I started moving to find her G-spot, forcing her to croak out the words.
“Act emotional or something. You have to cover that up,” I said with a smile, bringing my cheek slyly next to hers as if I weren’t on the verge of bursting into an orgasm sound with the slightest movement myself.
“Cover what shit up?” She clenched her throat. “Oh, my voice.”
“Right, the fuck-sounds you just made when you spoke,” I smirked. “Why don’t you cough? Wait, don’t cough!”
Bree faked a cough and squeezed the fuck out of my dick, forcing me to grip the deck in front of us and pull back the cum that almost burst from my goddamn loins with the tight clench of her pussy.
Bree softly laughed, knowing that I almost lost it, and she knew exactly why.
“Baby, loosen your legs. You’re going to pull this right out of me. You’re so goddamn tight.”
“God,” Bree said when I moved into her again.
“What was that?” Mrs. Campbell questioned.
“The rip currents are pretty bad this morning.” Mr. Campbell, naturally stiff and silent, decided to join in on the fun. “Hope you don’t plan on surfing.”
“Bree seems to be awestruck by all of this beauty, Alex,” Mrs. Campbell informed me.
Okay, I wasn’t usually a complete asshole, and especially to my elderly neighbors. Still, things were about to swiftly change if they didn’t figure out that I was trying to enjoy a sunrise alone with a lady. Wait, had they caught on to me?
I reexamined mine and Bree’s current predicament and figured there was no way these two knew I was fucking my woman while they headed toward small talk. We looked like two sweet, cuddly kids, trying to enjoy a fucking sunrise, and my rude neighbors weren’t allowing that.
I started to rub against Bree’s clit, and now the games were on. She was delicious, even more so while trying to remain discreet and entertain my nosy and rude neighbors.
“Holy cow,” Bree pointed out to the ocean. “Look at that!”
I grinned, hearing the rasp in her voice and her breathlessness as I went deeper and slower, pressing firmly against her clit and moving it in a variety of directions. My cock was soaking wet, and I realized that from this position, while Bree talked, her pussy put pressure on my cock in all the right areas.
“Fucking hell. Keep talking. Your pussy is massaging my dick,” I said, kissing her temple.
“It’s beautiful, all right,” Mrs. Campbell said.
“Answer her, dimples,” I ordered through an exhale of pleasure.
“You two walk out here a lot?” Bree asked.
“Jesus Christ.” I closed my eyes. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” I growled into her neck.
“Stop talking to me,” Bree said under her breath, “or it’s all going to get worse.”
“There’s no way this method of fucking gets worse,” I answered.
“I’m killing you for this later,” she laughed.
“I’ll take death.” I kissed the top of her head and worked her clit as hard as my dick wanted to come.
“Well, where’s Zeus?” the neighbor I’d forgotten about asked.
“Fucking hell, is she trying to stay here until high noon?” I whispered into Bree’s hair.
“She knows you’re probably fucking me.”
“No,” I laughed. “She’s more interested that I have a beautiful woman out here for the first time.”
“Fuck, where is Zeus?” Bree practically sang my cat’s name when I punched deeply into her, my eyes rolling back and her pussy clenching in gratitude.
“You know about my Alex’s cat?” Mrs. Campbell asked while her husband went on looking for sand crabs or something. “Does Zeus like you around?”
My Alex? What the fuck with this line of questioning?
“Zeus adores Breanne,” I said, feeling my hard dick soften at the newfound bitchiness of my neighbor.
“He sure is a sweet cat.” Mrs. Campbell held her heart, but I wasn’t amused.
“He certainly is,” Bree said in place of me glaring down at my absurdly rude neighbor.
I let my dick slide out of Breanne. I was irritated, and this lady had finally killed it for me. My neighbor used a tone that was meant to put Bree in her place for being here with me, and she was lucky I didn’t pull the blanket off both of us and show her I was in the middle of fucking my lady when she decided to interrupt the fuck out of us.
Bree cleared her throat and readjusted herself while I rose. “It’s been lovely to see you, Mrs. Campbell. Enjoy your day. We’re going to start ours with some breakfast.”
I watched the woman eye Bree nastily, and it was confirmed that my neighbor seemed to disapprove of her.
“Well, if your lady-friend wants to make your breakfast, you can join me and Herbert on our walk.”
I concealed my dick in my shorts and stepped out of the blanket, covering Bree fully and bringing her into my side. “Herbert seems to have ditched you, Mrs. Campbell,” I answered curtly. “I feel sorry for him that our conversation seemed to ruin his morning walk.”
“Herbert is just Herbert. Come on, Alex. Let’s stroll the beach together.”
“I’ll pass,” I said, feeling Bree’s forgiving eyes on my dark ones. “As you can see, I quite obviously have a guest. Maybe where you come from, it’s acceptable to leave them behind, but I would never dream of being so inconsiderate. I feel I’ve ignored her enough since you popped by to chat, so I’m hoping that if I make her breakfast, she’ll stick around.” I couldn’t have cared less if the old bag wanted to burn my house down at this point. People like her drove me insane.
The woman frowned at Bree in some petty, bitchy way, knowing she must’ve come across like the pretentious hag she was being. This whole interaction caught me off guard. Mrs. Campbell had always seemed to be a very kind and easygoing lady. Where had this new side of her come from? I hadn’t a clue. One thing I could be certain of, though, was that when it came to wealthy people, you could never take them at face value. Most of them could be the absolute worst, and Mrs. Campbell proved that.
“Good day, then,” she snapped as she spun around and went after her husband.
I took Bree’s hand, hoping that would be the last time I ran into my neighbor.
“Are you pissed because you couldn’t get a piece out there?” Bree teased, softening me up some.
“I’m pissed because my neighbor is rude as fuck,” I answered. “I’ll have to have Collin blast his patio music loud piss her off after she acted like that. Fucking unreal.”
We got into the house and then Bree ran her fingers down the center of my chest. “Wanna make up for it in the shower?”
I grinned. “A little aggressive sex is what will cure me from wanting to retaliate at my neighbor for ruining your sunrise by wondering where the fuck my goddamn cat is.”
Bree laughed while I scooped her up into my arms, and that’s when her phone went off.
“That’s Nat,” she said. “I have to get that.”
“Where’s your phone?”
“On the charger,” she answered, hopping up the steps to her room.
“Not to pry, but do you think something went south?”
“Nat knows I’m with you.” She smiled at me, walking to pick up her phone. “And because she hasn’t heard from me since my texts yesterday afternoon, she knows we screwed.”
“She’s checking in?”
“No, dipshit,” Bree laughed, unlocking her phone to dial out. “She would put the word out to all my friends to leave me alone until I got back to them. Something’s up, or she wouldn’t have called. Hey, Nat,” I heard her say in the loveliest voice as I left her to talk to her friend.
I was in the kitchen for only a few minutes before I heard her tone change completely.
“Oh my God, this isn’t happening!” I heard her say, and I instantly froze.
I didn’t know if it was presumptuous of me to rush into the room and see if she was okay, but I also didn’t care. If I seemed protective, then shoot me. I cared, and I wanted to make sure she was okay.
I went back down into her room as she hung up the phone and broke down crying into her hands.
“Jesus Christ,” I said, rushing to her side. “Tell me what happened.”
“It’s nothing.”
“The hell it isn’t.” I tilted her chin, and she collapsed into my chest, sobbing. I ran my hand over the top of her head, not knowing if her friend had gotten into an accident or what had gone wrong. “Talk to me, love.”
“My aunts,” she sniffed. “Between them and Max, I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.”
“Not after the night we just had.” I tried to smile through her pain. “Tell me what is going on.”
“They’re all in a bidding war to buy my condo. Max started this shit by telling them I was selling the place, and my aunts are jumping in. They told Nat I didn’t deserve it anyway. I feel like they hate me because of what I did to Max. How could they even think to take his side over their own flesh and blood? Worse than that, I think they despise the fact that I outlived my parents, and they think I’m some spoiled little bitch.”
I pinched my lips together and studied her tear-stained eyes. “They haven’t met me yet, have they?”
“You’re not buying that house. They have bid the fucking place so high that I won’t allow you to waste your money. That isn’t investing, and you and I both know it.”
“What’s the house at?”
“Ten million. Fucking stupid,” she sighed.
“Pull the listing,” I suggested.
“No. I need this place gone so I can pay off my shit and feel financially stable again.”
“Then the bidding war will commence,” I said, knowing she didn’t want me buying the place.
“You’re not buying it. As I said, it’s no longer an investment.”
That’s when I frowned, seeing her bottom lip quiver. I traced it with my thumbs and brought her eyes to meet mine. “Pull the listing, baby,” I said. “Allow me to help you get out of this nightmare. I know you don’t need my help, but you don’t deserve this shit either. Are these the aunts who were pissed about your wedding? The Paris, wedding-dress aunts?”
“Yep,” she said stiffly.
“Interesting that they won’t leave you to your business.” I glanced at the view out of the windows. “Breanne, that place is an investment to me because of what it means to you. Either you pull the listing and get their grubby hands out of the pot, or I’m coming in.” I ran my hands up her legs, letting my thumbs trail the insides of her thighs. “I will give you an offer they can’t compete with, and you, my sweet, adorable, stubborn as hell love, will accept it.”
“Or?” she became more playful.
“I’ll dump your ass like we’re in grade school,” I winked. “Seriously, you can decide on whose offer you want to take. The most exceptional way to slap an asshole or two in their face is to take the lowest bid if you’re going to concern yourself with real estate values.”
Her lips tightened. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I told you what to do.” I knelt in front of her. “If this is because it’s me, and you’re taking issue with the uncertainty of us, then Cam comes from old, oil money, and that man needs a place close to the hospital.”
“Cam?”
“Cameron? Dr. Brandt?”
“Oh, Dr. Sexy.” She leaned forward and kissed my suddenly frowning lips.
“That’s what all the lovely ladies tend to believe he is,” I smirked. “Sell Cam the place, and then you can live with me until this is fixed and you find another. Otherwise, I have Nat’s number, and I’ll play the bidding-war game all day long until your bitchy aunts and your asshole of an ex get beat. I mean, do you really need to sell it?”
“I can’t even afford to turn the power back on,” she rolled her eyes.
“Just look at what that condo’s done for you and me in the last twenty-four hours? Hell, I’m purchasing the place, gifting the son of a bitch to you, and ending this shit here and now. That condo brought you to me, and what came of that was a way of saving me from my dark, tortured soul. I’m buying it, and your cute little ass isn’t stopping me from it.”
“It’s not that I’m trying to be so stubborn. I just—”
I looked at her with sympathy and took her hands. “Baby, pull the listing and let me fix the rest of the hardship. I’ll even throw the car you appear to hate up on the auction block, and you can use the proceeds of that to buy whatever car you want so you can start putting a dent in the debt you accrued by trying to save your dad’s business.”
“You have to know I love you.”
“You better fucking know I love you.” I smiled.
“Let me get out of here and go deal with this.” She rose from the bed and kissed my forehead. “I’ll let you know if I pull the listing or if I get greedy and say the price went up to fifty million.” She chuckled.
“Okay. Take that damn car, please.” I raised my eyebrows at her as she rolled her eyes at me. “Listen, it was my bad for not asking you if that was a car you would really want. If you hate the thing, I have a friend who’ll sell it at auction. Then you can buy some beater, or whatever the fuck you want. I do need help getting it to the city, though, and you need a ride. So, it works out for the best.”
“Fine. I’ll drive the stupid car there.”
“Would you look at us?” I grabbed her waist and brought her in close. “We’re already acting like a good married couple that’s learning to compromise.”
“Shut the hell up. I am missing out on making up for sunrise sex because of this shit.”
I patted her ass as she grabbed her duffle bag. “That’s why we’re going to have sunset sex.”
“Yeah. The party’s over, baby,” she said adorably. “I’ll text or call later. I’m going to handle this shit while these idiots are all in the same room. It’s about time we clear the air on sex tapes and runaway brides, don’t you think?”
“I think I’m a little offended that I’m not invited to this.” I arched an eyebrow at her.
“I think you have an adorable infant nephew you need to go visit. Let’s not pretend that none of our friends are talking shit behind our backs.”
“I couldn’t give two fucks about what my friends have to say.”
“Right,” she smiled. “I love you, and I’ll call you later.”
I would’ve naturally pressed, held my ground, and stormed out with her, but she held me back with those words in a way that was soothing to a tired soul. A heavenly sensation was finally replacing the hellish life I’d been gifted as a child, and I couldn’t resist absorbing every last ounce of goodness.
This woman brought happiness into the troubled life I hid from everyone, and it was something I never knew I needed.
To hear the words I love you fall out of her mouth as if it were second nature was glorious. The last person to say those words to me was my mother, and I hadn’t heard them since long before she had her stroke. She could no longer speak, and her mind was nearly gone, so feeling the warmth of those words again, being delivered in the most genuine way, was like basking in the sun.
After my father tried his hardest to fuck up my life, my mom begged and pleaded with me to find love, and she told me that one day, I would. She told me I should cling to that emotion because my evil, abusive father couldn’t take that from me. I didn’t believe her until Breanne found me.
If only Mom could comprehend things like she used to. If she were still mentally capable of understanding things as she used to, I’d tell her she was right about me and finding true happiness. I would cheerfully tell her that her prayers for her son had come true.
