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  Diamonds in Paradise

  An All About the Diamond Romance

  Naomi Springthorp

  Diamonds in Paradise

  An All About the Diamond Romance

  Copyright © 2018 Naomi Springthorp

  Published by Naomi Springthorp

  All rights reserved

  Digital Edition eBook ISBN 978-1-949243-04-8

  Diamonds in Paradise is a work of fiction and does not in any way advocate irresponsible behavior. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers 17 and under. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

  Any resemblance to actual things, events, locales, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, brands, products, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademark status and ownership of any location names or products mentioned in this book. The author received no compensation for any mention of said trademark. All references to the MLB are fictitious and there is no endorsement by the MLB.

  Cover Photographer: Randy Sewell of RLS Model Images Photography

  Cover Model: Chris Mayo

  Graphic Designer: Irene Johnson [email protected]

  Editor: Katrina Fair

  Created with Vellum

  For the readers that believe in me and the baseball players who inspire me. We all need a vacation. Thank you for everything.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Star Crossed in the Outfield

  Muffin Man

  About the Author

  Also by Naomi Springthorp

  Chapter One

  The season was over and Rick’s team, the San Diego Seals, made it to the playoffs. Unfortunately, they were knocked out in the first round. I was concerned he’d be grumpy, but it was the opposite. He was content to have free time and be able to rest. He turned into a baseball fan and watched every single playoff game all the way through the end of the World Series. Granted, he’s more critical of the players than the average fan and took notes about some of the players, but he’s into it. He had a team he was cheering for. It’s nice to finally be able to sit together watching baseball and hold hands. Some of the games were watched naked and watched may not be the right word. Let’s face it: Some of the games were background noise or noise to cover my, uh, my calling out my king’s name.

  I was anxious for our trip to Hawaii and had already started packing. My work was caught up, our condo was clean and I’d been dreaming of white sandy beaches with beautiful glassy blue waves. I’d booked us a studio cottage on the sand at the only resort on the North Shore of Oahu for two weeks and I couldn’t wait to take Rick to some of my favorite places.

  I call the car service to take us to the airport, since I’m a travel agent I’m dubbed the “Vacation Commander”. I pull my suitcase out of the closet, packed and ready to go. I pack light because, well, it’s Hawaii. What do I really need? Swimsuits, shorts, tank tops, flip flops, tennis shoes, sundresses, panties, bras, beach cover up, my small make-up case with toothbrush, camera, and a sweater in case it gets cool in the evening or to dress up my tank top for a restaurant. I considered lingerie, but considering I won’t be wearing much already, it kind of seemed redundant. Rick packed everything and I mean he needed a separate bag for his workout gear. I carry my huge purse with me, so I can keep my laptop, iPod, earbuds, book, magazine, fuzzy socks and snacks with me on the plane. Sometimes my feet get cold on the plane and fuzzy socks are the answer. I packed extra snacks, so I have enough for both of us and even got a splitter for my iPod in case Rick wants to share with me. I’m dressed in jeggings, flip flops, tank top, and my Seals hoodie with Seno and a big 6 on the back for the flight. Rick is wearing jeans, tennis shoes, a snug fitting Seals clubhouse T-shirt screen printed with “Property of the San Diego Seals” across the chest and a short sleeve button up shirt that’s probably the closest thing he owns to an aloha shirt. I’m still stuck on the T-shirt. Sometimes Rick simply puts on a T-shirt and I’m reminded my fantasy baseball boyfriend is not only real, but loves me. The snug fit of the shirt showing off his muscles every time he moves, especially the width of his shoulders. Doesn’t matter how long it’s been, I still get slapped across the face with reality when he introduces me as his fiancé or leaves me something under the name Sherry Seno.

  His world of professional baseball is now my world and I’m still adapting. Today as we board the plane and sit in first class for example, I would never have flown first class, but Rick told me to book first class. It’s a luxury, like having the private cottage instead of a simple hotel room. It’s not what I’m used to, but I’m not complaining.

  We get on the plane for our 9am flight and the flight attendant is passing out Mai Tai's to everyone in first class. I realize we’ve traveled a lot over the last six months going to away games, but never flown together. We focus on each other as we take the drinks and each have a second one before we take off. We don’t have to speak, we’re in the moment together. I can’t tell you much about the flight, but we laughed and kept the flight attendant busy bringing us drinks. I took the snacks out of my bag to share with my man and he shook his head at me, “What else do you have in your bag?” Rick takes my bag away from me and pulls me over to sit in his lap. He gazes into my eyes, “Hi, my queen,” and smiles. I want to suggest we join the Mile High Club, but there’s no way we fit in that tiny bathroom together. I snuggle into his strong chest as he kisses my forehead and holds me tightly against him. Rick leans his head down against mine and we must fall asleep because the flight attendant wakes us when it’s time to land. “Hi, baby. Are you ready for our first vacation together?” Rick asks with a dirty grin and clear blue eyes that remind me of the ocean we’re flying over as we come in for landing at Honolulu Airport.

  “I like the sound of that. Our first vacation. It means there are many more to come.” I smile at my man, unable to contain my happiness as I’m struck again with my amazing reality.

  Rick gets a dirty glint in his eyes, “I’m looking forward to making you come many times on this trip.” My body hums at his words and I know we’re going to spend most of today in bed. Rick claims my mouth with his, taking my breath away with his intent and the flight attendant has to tap him on the shoulder to get me back into my seat for landing.

  The sun is shining and the water below us is so clear you can see what’s underneath it from the plane. There’s a beautiful view of Diamond Head, Waikiki, and Honolulu as we fly in. The landing is easy, and Rick grabs for my hand intertwining our fingers as we disembark.

  We’re met immediately by a friendly Hawaiian woman who places a lei over each of our heads. Our leis are made of beautiful, fresh, purple orchids. We walk through the airport to the rental car lot and pick up our wheels. I’d reserved a Jeep Wrangler and they had it ready and waiting. I love it when things go as planned. We get our things loaded into the Jeep and climb in. Rick is driving, while I navigate from the shotgun position.

  I’ve been playing this day in my head for weeks, imagining where we’ll start and what we’ll do. Rick wants to get checked into our cottage, relax and have som
e time to ourselves, naked. I want to give him everything he wants. I’m excited to see our cottage, I know it’ll have a spectacular view. I direct Rick to the freeway, and eventually the gorgeous view of the ocean comes into sight as we drive down the hill toward Kamehameha Highway. I have him take the turn off for Haleiwa and turn right. It’s a two-lane road through town and it can be crowded, but it’s always worth it. The main road is lined with restaurants, shopping, galleries, shave ice, and mostly locally owned small businesses. I direct Rick to turn right into the shopping center with the general store and the Surfer Grill, then to park off to the side where it’s not crowded. I hop out of the Jeep and strip down to the bikini I have on under my clothes. I take off my hoodie, slide my slippahs (I’m in Hawaii now, right?) off, pull my shorts out of my purse, and shimmy out of my jeggings right there in the parking lot. I pull my shorts on and my tank top off, while Rick is watching me the whole time, enjoying the view. My side of the Jeep is hidden to everyone enjoying the shopping center. Rick walks around to me and his eyes heat up instantly. He shakes his head at me telling me how much he’s enjoying me changing clothes in public and that he doesn't like to share at the same time, which I didn’t even consider being an issue or indecent in any way. But, it did it for Rick. He backs me up against the Jeep, splaying his hands across my bare skin as he presses his lips to mine tenderly, gently sucking on my lower lip as his heat, need, and desire builds. I run my fingers through his hair and my body reaches for his. I slide my tongue in his mouth and he sucks on it. He pulls away from me and feasts on me with dark hooded eyes. I get a big grin on my face and I can’t control it, “Soon, my king.” I give Rick a quick kiss, grab his hand and drag him into the general store to get us aloha shirts. We laugh as we thumb through the rack, trying different shirts on and finding the shirts we want. I pull him into the Surfer Grill next door, and I know the surf is going off because the service staff is at a minimum. It’s a Hawaii thing. If the surf is good, the service probably isn’t. Everybody takes off for the waves and leaves the guy with the short straw left at work to cover them. Especially at local places like this. What do you expect from a place that has rafters full of surfboards hanging from the ceiling and big screens playing surfing? The bar has thatching around it and the outdoor tables have thatched umbrellas covering them. The windows run down to the floor and turn open, allowing birds to wander and fly in. We get a table by the window with a view of one of the big screens and the waitress walks up with menus. The waitress is wearing Uggs with cut-off denim shorts and a tank top over her swimsuit which is obviously as wet as her hair is. She’s recently back from her lunch break and she spent it surfing. Rick puts his arm around me and I do the ordering since we’re in my place. I order a lava flow, a ginger beer, kalua pork fries, and a macadamia nut chicken sandwich.

  “Is this how it’s going to be? Are you in charge in Hawaii?” Rick grins at me jokingly.

  “You started it with the ‘Vacation Commander’ title.” I can’t help myself and laugh. “This is one of my favorite places to eat, I love the atmosphere and the food. The resort is only about eight miles from here and the drive is one of the most beautiful that you’ll ever experience. We’ll stop and explore later in the week, but today we’re going to check in and hang out together at our cottage. Unless that doesn’t work for you?” I wait for his response.

  Rick runs his hand up my leg and leans into my ear, his hot breath on my neck when he whispers, “I’m with you and that makes everything perfect. I love you, my queen.” He gives me an open mouth kiss below my ear and it sends shivers all the way to my toes.

  The waitress brings our drinks and the fries. The lava flow is served in a coconut cup with an umbrella and the fries are deliciously cheesy, better than I remember. Rick holds my hand under the table and we share the kalua pork fries. The fries are a huge serving, so we also share the sandwich when it arrives. The sandwich is a boneless skinless chicken breast coated in macadamia nuts on a wheat bun. I slurp the last bit of my lava flow and Rick is antsy. We take off for the Jeep and head out to the highway. We drive the seven miles of miracle beaches from Haleiwa to Kahuku, passing Waimea Bay, Sunset Beach, Sharks Cove, Three Tables, Goat Island, Ehukai State Beach, Banzai Pipeline, and unbelievable ocean views the whole way.

  Chapter Two

  We arrive at the resort and pull up to the valet who greets us with shell leis. Rick and I walk into the open lobby area and get checked in quickly. We’re introduced to our personal concierge, Alika, who has already loaded our bags onto a golf cart. He gives us a quick tour of the lobby, shows us where the pool is, where the restaurants are, and points out the gift shops. We get in the golf cart and our concierge drives us along a pathway through lush tropical gardens with huge palms and birds of paradise to the cottages. Alika stops at our cottage, unlocks the door for us and carries our bags into our room. The cottage is appointed with Hawaiian woods and patterns, everything is luxurious. He shows us how to work the lights and the big doors out to the beach, leaving us a number we can reach him at if we want anything. He leaves the big doors open giving us an amazing view of the waves rolling into the shore and pulls down the privacy screen, so we can take pleasure in the beauty of the ocean and each other.

  Rick simply smiles at me and we’re drawn together like magnets. His hands on my hips, standing a few inches apart with him gazing into my eyes, “I can’t wait for you to be Sherry Seno.” His low, wanting voice cuts straight through me.

  “I’m yours already. Only you, Rick.” We lean into each other and kiss. Our connection controlling my heartbeat, it’s all consuming and nothing else exists. I need to get closer to him, I need him inside me. I unbutton his jeans and he slides my aloha shirt off of my shoulders, tossing it across the room. I push his jeans down, releasing his hard cock. He toes off his shoes and tosses his shirt aside as he leads me to the huge king bed. I sit on the edge of the bed and find my position perfect to lick his length, I swirl my tongue around his tip and taste the moisture there. I draw a manly groan from Rick and he takes over, pushing me down on the bed. He crawls up over me, laying between my legs with his weight on me and presses his lips to mine sweetly. Rick wraps his arms around me, holding me and kissing me, and kissing me, and kissing me. I feel his cock at my hot wet sex and he slides into me deliciously while he continues to kiss me. Slowly moving in and out, filling me and then taking it away. Both of us shiver at our connection. “I love you, my king. We belong together.”

  “Yes, my queen. We belong together.” He moves his magic lips to my neck with a trail of kisses as he continues to move in and out, deliberate and slow. He moves his hands to my breasts, feeling my nipples pebble and squeezing them. I drag my fingers across his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist as I arch into him. I need him. I need more of him. I want him to know. He lets out a low groan and moves his mouth to my breasts, sucking my nipples as he pushes in and holds himself deep inside of me.

  “Oh, Rick!” I can’t help but to call out to him.

  “That’s right, baby. I’m right here. Do you want more? Tell me what you want, my queen.” He says evenly.

  “More. All of you, my king. I want all of you.” Rick pushes in further and I about lose my mind. “My king, oh, my king!” I buck uncontrollably and he holds me down, not willing to give up control.

  “Not this time, my queen. I want it to last.” He pulls out of me and kisses a trail down my body until his mouth is almost on my sex, “I’ll always take care of you,” he licks circles around my clit and sucks at it hard while he slides a finger into me. He feels me start to come and buries his face in my wet sex, licking and sucking me senseless.

  I see nothing but darkness with bursting stars as I scream out words I don’t comprehend. He continues his licking with one hand under my ass and the other spread across my bare stomach.

  Rick moves back over me and slides his hard length into me, “You say the sweetest things to me, baby. I love you.” Yet again, I don’t know what I said. I
really need to start recording myself all the time. He continues with his deliberate strokes and his cock is rock solid. He feels so good stroking me, it’s incredible. He’s incredible. I’m on the outside watching and listening as I hear myself start to whimper with every stroke, and call out his name. It pushes him faster than he wants and he can’t help it. I meet his strokes and he moves faster. I reach for his face and pull him to me to kiss him. I press my lips to his, licking across his lips and sliding my tongue against his in time to his stroking in and out. Suddenly I’m on the edge again and he pulls me over with his loud cry muffled by my mouth as he strokes in hard a few times and collapses on top of me, still kissing me. “I love you, baby. All you need to do is tell me when.” Rick puts his arms around me and rolls over, bringing me with him and keeping me on top of him.

  When what? What did I say? The things I say when I’m sleeping are honestly how I feel and the truth. I wonder about what I say during sex? Do I ask my Rick what I said? Last time I asked him what I said when I was sleeping he told me that I’d tell him when I was awake within a few days. Hmmm… I wonder if I did? Maybe I have a disease and I say the things I want to say, but block myself out from them because I’m actually afraid of the words or the response I’ll get to the words. I guess I’ll say it coherently sometime in the next few days.

  Chapter Three

  I wake up a couple hours later still on top of Rick with his arms around me and a blanket pulled up over us. Rick’s face nuzzled into my hair. I move to get up, but he holds me to him tightly and caresses my back. It’s a feeling I’ll never forget, this feeling of being needed, wanted, and loved. He’ll do anything for me, and I can’t think of anything I’ve ever been more confident about in my life or anything that meant near as much to me. I touch his chest with my hands, flat palmed and kiss it. His heart beating strong gives me strength to ask. “Rick, earlier you said to tell you when. When what?”