Miami Heat Ch. 03

I had never slept so well in my life; I was exhausted after I took a shower and used the Egg again, standing and washing my hair at the same time. It was on low, vibrating slowly inside me and it was getting me wetter than water. After I was done with my shower I left the water on and turned the Egg all the way up and screamed as I came shortly after, my knees buckling as it throbbed against my g-spot.

The next morning, I glanced at my closet longingly but knew that I had too many things to do. I had a pool boy coming to take care of my pool and I had to go shopping for food. I got dressed in jeans and a tight, light blue shirt that showed my stomach and my emerald, dangly belly piercing off. It glinted in the light and as I grabbed my purse and walked into the garage, opening it, I saw Sean walking up my driveway. I grinned to myself as I thought about yesterday and walked out to meet him.

"Heading out?" He asked curiously.

"Aye, I was going t' go t' the market." I smiled at him and he grinned back. I couldn't help but feel that he was holding back something that I should know but didn't. Sean didn't offer any answers to my unspoken questions however, he simply stuck is hands into his jean pockets and watched me.

"Want some company?" He suggested.

I shrugged, "Sure. If ye don't mind my Irish driving."

"Don't they drive on the other side of the road over there?" He asked with a slight worried tone entering his voice. I laughed.

"Aye, but I'm good at driving on the right side of the road. I drove in Spain and Italy and all over Europe. It's only in the UK, Japan, and a few other smaller countries that they drive on the left side." I assured him. Sean grinned and relaxed again, following me into the garage. He whistled when he examined my car up close and personal. I was so happy when I had it shipped out here a month before I flew out so it would be here when I was. It was an Audi R8 with all the bells and whistles. It was built for driving on the right side of the road because it had been built in Germany so it was normal for Sean. I slid into the left side and unlocked the door for Sean who stood on the right.

"Nice car, Áine." He complimented me as he sat down in the leather bucket seat. He grinned and sighed. "That's almost as nice as my Lamborghini...almost."

I shook my head with a confident grin. Lily was going to love to hear about this! "It's even nicer to drive." I purred as I petted the leather steering wheel. It was my baby.

"Did you street race in Ireland?" He asked nonchalantly. I laughed.

"North Ireland." I corrected sweetly with a smile, "And with a car like this, why the hell wouldn't I?"

"Touché." He grinned as I pulled out of the driveway, closing the garage with a button on my mirror. I then sped down the street and fishtailed out into the highway. Luckily, no one was really out and traffic was clear. Hell, I did this shite all the time in North Ireland. Sean laughed, his face showing that he wasn't new to street racing as I handled the clutch beautifully. I had been racing longer than I had a license, out on dirt roads in the country in my father's black Lotus when they were out in my mother's car. I was careful, looking for cops and listening to my detector, which I found out was illegal here but still used it, simply hiding it below the line of sight. I purred into the market and parked quickly.

Sean looked over to me, completely relaxed and shook his head in wonder. "You really are an enigma, girl. I haven't met any women quiet like you."

I smirked and got out of the car. Sean followed me and stared at what appeared to be awe. I laughed, "Ye just haven't met the right women, Sean."

"Apparently not..." He muttered as I locked the car and started towards the market, making him follow me. He caught up quickly and entered the store with me.

"Do you need to get anything?" I asked sweetly.

Sean shook his head, "I'll follow you."

I liked the sound of that.

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Sean pushed the cart out of the market and I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. He seemed almost infatuated with me. I didn't mind that at all; I was more than a little bit infatuated with him. He helped me put my groceries in my Audi and opened my door for me like a gentleman. I smiled and slipped inside. He shut the door behind me and ran around the front of the car and got inside. I thanked him but he brushed it off. I started towards home and pulled into my driveway, parking inside the garage. I turned off the car and Sean jumped out and ran around to open my door. I shook my head in amazement. I had heard that American guys weren't gentlemen; another stereotype broken. He shut the door behind me and then proceeded to help me bring my purchases inside. Sean even helped me put the things away. When we had finished and I offered him a beer, he blinked in surprise.

"Aren't you eighteen?" He frowned.

Oh, shite...I had forgotten. I opened my mouth, a little afraid that he would report me. I wondered if the cops would give me a warning since I was a newcomer. Sean saw my panic which made me panic even more.

"I uh...well see, it's legal for me to drink in Ireland...I uh...Och, Christ, I totally forgot." I buried my face in my hands, embarrassment creeping up to make me blush. Sean laughed gently.

"It's alright; I'm not going to report you or anything." He chuckled and took the offered beer. I put mine back into the fridge but he stopped me. "It's in your own house and I won't tell anyone."

"Shite..." I muttered and cracked the top. Sean laughed warmly and sipped from his beer. He watched me as I drank as well. I would only have one. Not that I couldn't hold my liquor but it was illegal here after all...I hadn't realized that a lot of my liberties would be taken away moving here. I started realizing all the things that I couldn't do that I could have before. I shook my head and then looked suspiciously at the bottle in my hand.

"They didn't even card me!" I laughed in disbelief. I hadn't even thought about it beforehand.

"It was probably because you were so confident." Sean mused. "If you look nervous, they'll card you."

"Maybe..." I laughed and took another swig. "It's sort of a tradition, being Irish and all. Beer is always around in every house. O' course, it's Guinness there, not this watered down shite."

Sean laughed and I couldn't help my join in. He had such an infectious laugh. I finished the bottle quickly, not really embarrassed. Like I said, I wasn't new to drinking. Sean finished shortly after me and I tossed the bottle in the recycling bin next to the garbage. Sean walked over to place his inside so the bottles didn't clang. He then moved next to me where I sat on the counter. He stood in front of me, his back against the middle island, only about four inches away from me. We stared at each other before he finally broke the tense but comfortable silence.

"What are you doing for dinner?" He asked. I blinked in surprise. It was only noon. I looked at the clock and he did as well, suddenly realizing the time. "What about lunch and dinner?"

I grinned and shrugged. "What did you have in mind?"

"The beach." He suggested. "We can burn some time there."

I nodded, mulling it over. It sounded good...water...Sean...I shuddered and slid off the counter, brushing up against him. I swore that he groaned a little right before I flounced off towards my room.

"I'll just get ready then. I'll only be a minute!" I called out as I shut my door behind me. I slipped into dark sapphire blue bikini with emerald green straps and gold metal hoops on my hips and between my C-cup breasts. I pulled on an emerald green gypsy skirt with dark blue Celtic knots at the base and around my hips. I slipped a blue cami on over my bikini top of put on gold sandals before I came back out of my room, throwing my purse over my shoulder and walking up to where Sean waited in my kitchen. His eyes traveled my body slowly and deliberately. I smiled sweetly and gestured to my garage.

"So are we taking my car or yours?" I so badly wanted to get into that Lamborghini of his. Sean must have known it because he headed towards my front door and turned to face me with his hand on the knob.

"Mine." He growled as his eyes raked my body again. He opened the door and I leaned in to close the garage door before hurrying after him. Once inside his cherry red Lamborghini I sighed in pleasure. God, he had been right; this was so much better than my R8, but I did love my car. The seat cupped my ass perfectly and I closed my eyes and smiled. Maybe America wouldn't be so bad after all. Sean slid in next to me and I opened my eyes again to look at him. There was a twinkle in his eyes and I laughed.

"Nice car." My voice was throaty, but I couldn't help it; cars just did it for me. Sean started up the car and it roared powerfully before settling down to a growl as it idled in his driveway. I wondered why this was outside and not in the garage so I asked.

Sean laughed, "I figured the McLaren deserved the garage more..."

Oh dear God, he had a McLaren! I shivered at the thought of getting behind the wheel of that beast. Sean spun out of the driveway and I shuddered at the power under the hood. Sean glanced at me and I grinned. He screamed down the street, the tires chirping under the torque that roared out of the import. We careened into the highway like before but it was apparent with his driving ability that he had been doing this a bit longer than I had. I watched his movements as he handled the Lamborghini with utter perfection. His hands knew exactly where to be and when to be there, and his feet did as well. I thought of the night that I had spied on him while he masturbated. I bit my bottom lip and glanced down there, knowing just what he had under those jeans.

"Where do you want to eat?" He asked. "For lunch, that is."

I looked up startled but managed not to blush. I shrugged, "Surprise me."

Sean nodded and drove a little bit further and eventually pulled into a drive through of a place I had never been. I looked at the menu but shrugged helplessly. He nodded and ordered two chicken quesadillas and curly fries. Asking me what I wanted to drink. I chose tea and he quickly told the woman through the speaker. We pulled up with a low growl and I heard the door slide open and the woman start to say the price but stopped short with a soft gasp. I leaned forward to look out the window, the car was too low to see out of his window, and I saw the woman looking not at the car but at Sean. I growled unhappily, not even realizing my jealousy until it happened. I glanced at Sean but he was just watching me. I smiled at him and he grinned back.

"Fourteen sixty-seven." The woman said breathlessly.

Sean tore his eyes away from me to glance up at the woman. "What?"

She seemed to know that he wasn't interested in her cleavage or her face and her tone changed dramatically. "Fourteen sixty-seven." She repeated but with sad look to her eyes. She spotted me looking out from the front window and glared at me. I sat back in my seat and frowned.

"Alright..." I muttered. Sean laughed and paid the woman, hardly glancing at her until she handed back his card and our food. He pulled into a parking space and opened up the bag. He was going to eat in his car? It was impeccable; spotless...I panicked, not wanting to spill anything. I wasn't a messy person, but nerves could do that to a person.

"Relax." Sean advised with a chuckle at my expression. "I take it in to get cleaned every couple weeks. It's no problem."

"Ha ha, yeah sure." I muttered and took the offered food. I opened it up and bit into it daintily, hating eating while people watched me; especially Sean for some reason. He, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all and dived into the quesadilla wrap type thing. It was delicious and soon enough I was eating normally and laughing as Sean and I talked about our pasts. He was a writer, which was why he was so rich. He wrote mystery novels and historical horror books. I would have never pegged him as that type. I had never met a writer before and couldn't help but be a little awed. Sean and I finished lunch fairly quickly and he started driving to the beach. I wondered if it would be anything like Spain. One of my favorite beaches was there. They had some really cool caves and the water was perfectly azure. When we pulled up to the beach, parking next to some other cars, I hopped out, grabbing the towel and sun block I had snagged before leaving the house. I followed Sean after taking off my sandals. He reached out for my hand and held it as we walked down to the shoreline. I bit my bottom lip and smiled excitedly. Lily was right; he really was crushing on me.

Sean let me pick a spot and I laid my towel down next to his. I put my sandals down and my purse. He held his hand out for the sun block and I gave it to him wordlessly. He motioned for me to lie down and my stomach jumped as I slipped my cami off and laid it down on top of my purse. I lay down and Sean knelt next to me, slipping his shirt off and throwing it down on his towel. I knew that from there he would definitely be able to see the tattoo on my back I had gotten a few months ago: it was a pentagram with a blue spirit wolf made out of mist and real body like smoke behind the pentagram which had runes on the ancient stone looking surface that said, "MY SOUL WILL SURVIVE."

"Relax, Áine." He murmured above me; I hadn't realized that I was tense. Sean's hands suddenly started massaging my back. He had warmed the sun block in his hands before putting it on me. His fingers massaged into my muscles and I sighed happily, putting my arms under my head and putting my face towards Sean. He put more sun block on me and I smiled lazily as he worked it into my freckled skin. His hands worked under the strap of my bikini top and my skin shivered under his touch as his hands brushed the sides of my breasts but he didn't go further. The area of my tattoo was much more sensitive than the rest of my skin and Sean's hands felt wonderful as he worked the lotion into that area. It really did look like he was simply putting sun block on me but I knew that there was something more to it just from the way he was looking at me. I grinned and closed my eyes as he worked it into my lower back. I jumped a little when his fingers slipped my skirt down my legs and he placed it neatly on top of my shirt. I sighed audibly as he started working sun block onto my legs and hips. He finished and handed me the sun block with a small grin.

"That tattoo is gorgeous, Áine." He purred above me as I took the sun block and sat up. I just smiled up at him as he sat back on his heels.

"You might want to get your front..." His words trailed off but I just smiled. He was still being a bit of a gentleman and it was really making me want him even more. I didn't let it show however and shrugged nonchalantly, quickly working the lotion onto my bare skin and watched as his eyes followed my hands carefully. I licked my lips and put a blasé expression back on my face.

"Want me to do you?" I asked sweetly and innocently. Sean's eyes flickered heat but he simply nodded and I pushed him back down on his towel gently. He fell back on his elbows and I motioned for him to roll over. Groaning gently and playfully, he rolled onto his back and rested his chin on his arms. With a wicked grin, I held the sun block bottle over his back and squeezed it gently. The cold lotion fell onto his skin and he sucked in a breath, his skin twitching at the cold. I giggled and put down the tube before I started working the lotion into his golden, flawless, and hairless back. He groaned as I kneaded his muscles and slipped my hands just under his swimming trunks not going past the band. I sat back on my heels before lying down next to him and watching him with a sweet smile on my face.

"Want to go for a dip?" I meant the water of course, and I said it with a sweet, innocent tone, but Sean just groaned and shook his head. I laughed.

"You made me jell-o." He muttered with a silly grin. I laughed again and lay on my back, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. Sean looked over at me and I held out the sun block. He shook his head and rolled over with a grin. I gave him a playful but wary smile but he just folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes with a yawn.

He was going to burn like that. I took the tube of sun block and holding above his skin, I let it drip down onto his abdomen. It clenched under the lotion and a sideways grin moved onto his face. I looked around but the people were mostly just sunbathing or sleeping in the sun. I took my hands, biting down on my lower lip and flexed my hands briefly before starting to massage the lotion in. God, even relaxed his muscles were like rocks! My hands dragged over his shoulders and down his defined chest, sliding over every hard ridge of his abdomen, using the lotion as an excuse to feel every small detail. His abdomen was insanely hard, my fingers slid over every ridge and I felt his skin shiver under my touch. Again, I dipped my hand to get under the hem of his trunks and then took my hands away suddenly and hopped up. Sean watched me lazily as I walked away from him backwards down to the water. He wasn't getting up so I shrugged and spotted some guys playing some American football a few feet away and I stopped to watch them curiously. It looked like rugby, just not as rough, probably because some girls were playing with them. One of the girls left suddenly, waving a farewell as she went back to her car. My hands were on my hips as I watched them. They were decent looking guys but not nearly as sinful looking as Sean was. They caught me watching them and coaxed me over to play with them. I bit my bottom lip nervously. I had no idea what to do.

"Come on, we don't bite!" They called over and I walked over to them a little skittish. They came over with big grins and introduced themselves.

"I'm Áine ó Conchobhair; ye can just call me Áine though." They seemed fascinated by my brogue.

"You're from Ireland?" One asked.

I laughed, "Northern Ireland, really."

"Oh yeah, isn't that like a different country or something from Ireland?" One of the guys asked smartly. I smiled and nodded. "So do you know how to play American football?"

I shook my head, biting my bottom lip with a grin and a small laugh. They didn't seem to mind and soon enough, they were teaching me how to play. I caught on quickly and they explained the rules and we started playing. There were only two other girls and they were on the other team. I had played football before, or well, I supposed it was called soccer over here, and that made me fast, but even fast wasn't fast in a bikini. My teammate threw the ball to me and I caught it, running backwards and started to duck and weave between the other team to score a...touchdown, they called it. I didn't make it before a guy from the opposite team grabbed me and picked me up. I squealed in the air and he set me down. My team started where I stopped and soon, one of the guys scored a touchdown.

That was the last time that a guy caught the ball. Soon, they were only throwing it to the girls and as I watched the other team grab the ball, I realized that the guys were feeling them up as they grabbed them. I wasn't so sure that this was a good idea anymore but then the ball was soaring through the air towards me and I caught it and ran towards the end-zone. I ducked two guys and saw that Sean was up on his elbows watching me with a grin until I got caught up by one of the guys and he lifted me up, one arm between my legs. It was all good fun until I felt him slip a finger inside my bikini bottoms and right into my crotch, wiggling it around as his other hand nearly pulled my top off as he roughly pawed my breast. I bucked away from him and started slapping at him until he set me down. I dropped the football and shoved him back away from me as soon as I had stable footing, pushing him back a good several feet. I heard someone yelling and the guy had his hands up but with a shit-eating grin on his face.