OCEAN EYES

Attempted Interrogation

I slept well last night and it is something that has not happened in two years even after those meetings with the therapist. I got no bad dream something I was afraid would wake Carol since our rooms are adjacent to each other.

Carol.

Her name only drives my mind to last night to whatever happened when we arrived at the cabin. I had been enjoying the view those tight jeans of hers where offering and as soon as she opened the door, she switched on the lights and walked further into the cabin.

Neat, clean and beautiful is what described the spacious sitting room. Well crafted and curved chairs with the black cushions. Various crafts hang from the ceiling and the walls which gave the room a cozy environment.

When she returned, she had freed her hair from that tight bun. It flowed down her head like a waterfall making me wonder how it would feel while I pull on it while f**k her brains out.

"Come on," she walked into a corridor and that was my cue to follow.

When I opened the room, there she was sitting at the edge of the bed with what I would call a leer smile. It screamed danger and instead of running away, I walked further to my own trap.

"This is your room."

I was no longer concentrating on beauty of the bedroom, I was watching Carol. She had taken off her jacket in what I would say the sexiest way possible. She was putting a show once more and I was loving it.

"I tidied it up a little. You can do anything with it now since it is yours."

I want to do something with your body. I am f****d.

I didn't say that aloud however as I threw my duffel down pretending to be looking around when in actual sense I was watching her every move. Just the image of her splayed out on that bed crying out my name had me really hard. Control

She rose from the bed and matched across the room. "This is our adjacent bathroom." she said opening the door.

Adjacent. That meant her room was just next to mine. I was going to have a lot of self control not to jump in her room and have my wicked ways with her if she continued moving her body like that.

Carol seemed to read my mind when I found her smiling and that wicked glint in her eyes.

"I will show you around the island tomorrow. I bet you are tired and need some rest."

Not anymore, not when I needed a release as bad as I needed her to stop with this game. Maybe she was just as horny as I was and all I needed to do was make a move. When she reached the door, I stopped her by calling her name.

When she turned back giving me that innocent smile like she didn't know what she was doing, I changed my mind. Where was my self control?

Seeing my state of bafflement, she walked closer to me and I mean closer that I could feel her warmth and smell of the breeze mixed with her strawberry perfume. It was already making my senses go hay wire. One last touch and I was ready to beg.

"Anything you want to say Callum?" she whispered right in my ear resting her soft little hands on my chest.

No, all I wanted to do was act but I was afraid we will both regret it the next day.

"Stop it Carol. I am having little self control left in me and I don't want you to test me right now." I murmured against her neck.

She tensed but resumed her control again lifting her eyes to mine heavily lidded and darker.

"Let us see how much self control you have then." she smirked and the next thing I knew was her cupping my d**k right through my pants. It was a good thing I didn't come, as yet.

I opened my eyes in shock and lust. That hand rubbing me through my pants was one thing I didn't imagine tonight.

I stopped her hand and she smirked. I was painfully hard now and she was having fun seeing me struggle for my dear life.

"Oops!" she stared down at my erection in awe.

Carol pulled away immediately and then one last glance, she mouthed a good night with a wink and left. She goddamn left me hard and wanton like a b***h on heat. Then it hit me, it was her pay back. I was going to love my stay here if this is the game we are going to continue play.

That is how my night ended with me a raging mess of hormones.

When I enter the kitchen, I am surprised to find a loud pop song playing on the speaker and Carol, my innocent vixen is moving those hips to the rhythm. I am not complaining at all because I could wake up to that sight of that ass every entire morning. She is oblivious to my presence as she continues to hum, move and at the same time pour the coffee in the cups.

When she turns around, her face is priceless when she realises I am there. She quickly turns off the speaker and organizes that brown hair that was falling everywhere.

"I don't mind at all so feel free to continue doing whatever you were doing." I smirk as I walk further into the clean room.

Carol smiles back. "Coffee?" she asks.

"Gladly," I settle down at the simple two seater table in the room.

"I like playing music while I do things." she says as she puts the cup down.

"I am terrible at dancing however." she rolls her eyes and returns to turn off the stove.

"Didn't look like it." I reply.

"It is not that I am going to cry when you say the truth." she puts the pancakes on the plate.

She might not be good but she is not that bad. I loved how she was shaking her ass. If she has not realised the semi I am holding, then I am doing a good job of hiding it. It has been like this ever since I saw her. I have been getting hard all the entire f*****g time like a walking teenager full of hormones.

"I mean it. I could watch you dance the entire time." It lights up her face. A little more compliments and I will be receiving that heart warming smile for my entire stay.

Carol settles down with her own cup of coffee and sends me a plate of pancakes. I am learning one thing at a time about her and now I know that she is a good cook.

We eat in silence for minutes and when she catches me staring, she smiles and I smile back.

"What?" she asks shyly.

"You. I am trying to figure out who Carolyn is." It is the truth of the matter. It may have been hours that we have met but I want to know more about her. It may help me with the fact that we are going to be staying together for the entire time.

"Nothing for you to worry your pretty little mind." she glances at me and then back to her cup of coffee. That proves my curiosity that there is so much for me to find out about her.

"I doubt that. You might as well want to start with telling me about that little tattoo." I point at the tattoo peeking from her top.

"Or is it that you want to find out if my record is clean Mr. Inspector?" Her playful demeanor is to throw me off my question and I let her think she has won.

"Is there any I should know about so I stay warned?" I return her playful smirk.

"Not any sir. Are we done with this interrogation then?" she asks and I smile.

I don't think I will be getting anything from her now. All I need is to work hard and earn some more points on her board and I will get to know what I want.

"I just want to get to know you better Carol."

"Okay. How about you start by telling me your last name Sargent?" she sips her coffee.

"Bishop," I answer.

"Well then Bishop, I have to tell you that I am going to be late for my shift if you continue asking me these questions."

Carol stands up from the table and drops her things in the sink.

"What shift?" I ask puzzled.

"I have a job to attend to and they expect me to be there in the next thirty minutes." she replies as she walks to the hallway.

"Can I come along, I have nothing to do anyway and you promised to tour me around, remember?" I shout after her before she closes her door.

"You don't even know what job I am talking about and about the tour, that will happen after I am done. For the mean time, you are going to make yourself busy."

I can't stay here alone. I have to find something to keep me busy or else before I know I will be back to my old self. The lost world.

When Carol comes out after a while in a simple floral yellow dress, I can't help but admire the beauty.

"Can't I go with you? I don't want to stay here. I can be of help you know." I plead. She looks at with that look like she I thinking.

"Alright, I think I know the perfect place for you." she says.

"Come on we don't want to be late." Carol calls and I oblige.

Teaser:

"Oh sweet baby Jesus! You are missing Tey, the man is s*x on the legs and I doubt our dear friend Car is going to last a week without getting down on it with Mr. Sexy."