Heart Breaker

by Parker, Weston

  The sun began to slide down, casting everything in warm shades of orange and yellow. “Want to get your feet wet?” he asked.

  I grinned, putting down the beer bottle. “Damn straight I do.”

  We kicked off our shoes. Evan rolled up his pants legs while I watched with a raised brow. “Afraid to take them off?”

  He laughed. “There are boats out there. Besides, I think it might be a little chilly for a full swim. I don’t want certain parts of me shriveling up.”

  I burst into laughter before giving him a heated look. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

  He quirked his lips. “Not around you.”

  My capri pants were already high above my ankles but I gave them a few more rolls. Hand in hand, we walked to the water’s edge before stepping in together. The water was cool but not too bad. We kicked around, walking a bit along the shore of his private island. I could see other islands in the distance and wondered if there were people on them doing the same thing we were.

  “It’s so relaxing and peaceful out here,” I commented.

  “And quiet,” he said in a soft voice.

  I nodded. “It’s strange not to hear sirens or music or cars.”

  “I love it out here, but it can get a little spooky when I’m here all alone. I usually come out here when I am on the verge of cracking under the stress of things. It’s a great place to kind of hit the reset button.”

  For the first time, I realized that his life wasn’t all roses and butterflies. He had a company resting on his shoulders and that had to be a huge responsibility. Add in the drama with his personal life and I could see why he needed to hide away. I suddenly had a need to comfort him. In that moment, he was okay, but I had seen the tabloids and knew the stories had to be getting to him.

  We stopped walking when we came back around to where we had started. “Are you okay?” I asked him in a soft voice.

  He smiled down at me, but the clouds covering the moon made it almost impossible to clearly see his eyes. “I’m so much better than okay.”

  “Are you sure? I know it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”

  He reached a hand up to cup my cheek. “Having you back in my life is all I want. The rest of it doesn’t matter.”

  I wanted to believe him, but I knew I would be feeling the pressure if my face and name were fodder for some of the most outrageous stories I had ever heard. He took my hand and led me across the sandy beach toward the cabana. I stood in the entry while he lit a couple of candles that were meant to keep bugs at bay while casting a warm light in the place. There was a round lounging bed in the center of the shelter.

  I could imagine relaxing on a hot summer day with a cold drink in one hand and a book in my other. It was truly a paradise. I settled in on the bed, my head propped high on the mountain of pillows. Evan crawled in next to me.

  “I could really get used to this,” I said.

  He turned to look at me. “That’s exactly my plan.”

  I laughed. “Oh, I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to woo me with your lavish private island.”

  His hand slid over my belly and up to my breast. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

  His fingers deftly worked the buttons on my blouse until my shirt hung open. He leaned over and dropped a kiss on my breast through the satin fabric of my bra. The heat sent a shiver down my spine. His touch was gentle as he moved from one breast to the other. I softly sighed, appreciating the silence only broken by the waves moving in and out from the shore.

  I ran my hand up and down his arm as he lavished each breast with his mouth. He sat up, pulling me up with him, and removed the shirt and my bra. I quickly undid the buttons of his shirt and pushed it off him. Neither of us spoke. The sensual nature inside the little cabana was heady, giving me a slight buzz.

  I could see the strain in the corner of his eyes and in the stiffness of his shoulders. He said the drama didn’t bother him, but I could see that it did. I wanted to work away all his worries and knew just what to do to make my man relax. And he was my man. He would always be mine.

  “Lay back,” I whispered, not wanting to disturb the beautiful silence.

  His eyes darkened as he rested his upper body on the pile of pillows. I smiled, staring down at the manly body I had spent the entire last week getting to know. There was one thing I had yet to explore. My hands reached for his belt and quickly undid it before I undid the button and zipper on his pants. I slowly pulled them down his body, his erection already waiting for me.

  I climbed off the bed and stripped out of the rest of my clothes. It felt very natural to be naked with him. I admired his flat stomach that had a V into his hips. I got onto the foot of the bed and crawled forward. My heavy breasts dragged over his legs until my mouth was right where I wanted it. I looked up at him, and his eyes were filled with desire. Desire for me.

  I reached for his shaft, wrapping my hand around the hard length, and felt the need in the palm of my hand. Seeing him that way made me feel all wet and gooey inside. With one look at me, the man could turn me into pliant putty. I stuck out my tongue, my eyes locked on his. I saw the moment his nostrils flared, and his hands moved to his sides as he gripped the blanket in his fists.

  I lapped once, circling the head of his engorged cock. He let out a curse before his eyes briefly closed. I waited to touch him again until he opened his eyes to look at me. I lapped again, circling over the slit before moving down the full length of him. I released his eyes and focused my full attention on relieving the tension I felt in him. I lovingly kissed and stroked him, bringing him close to the edge before backing off and slowing things down.

  “Baby,” he groaned the term of endearment that I loved to hear on his lips. He said it with a slow drawl that was so familiar to me.

  I knew what he was asking for. I moved my mouth away from him and dropped a trail of kisses over his stomach as I slid up his body. I had taken myself to the brink of orgasm as well. Pleasuring him gave me just as much pleasure. He rubbed a hand over my arm as I positioned myself over him.

  Again, we needed no words. We knew each other so well; we could communicate without speaking. I adjusted my body over his and used one hand to guide him to my opening that was already slick with need for him.

  I opened for him, taking him inside me with one downward stroke. His eyes slid closed, his hands reaching up and holding on to the back edge of the bed. I began to move, languishing in every stroke of him inside me. He kept his hands locked on the bed frame while I took what I needed from his body. I rode him slowly at first, until the orgasm burning deep inside me and demanding release forced me to move faster.

  The bed bounced under my aggressive rocking motion. Evan held on for dear life, letting me take my fill without imposing his needs on me. I cried out, a sound of sweet rapture as my body erupted around him. I ground my hips low, taking in every last inch of him and drawing out the orgasm rocking through my body.

  His hands released their hold on the bed frame. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him before flipping me off him and switching positions with him on top. He rose over me, his fingers pushing the hair away from my face as he looked down on me.

  The tension he’d been trying so hard to hide earlier was gone. I reached up and brushed the hair back from his forehead. He moved his hips, slowly rejoining our bodies as we gazed into each other’s eyes. My heart was full to bursting with old and new feelings knitting together to create a place in my heart for him that would always be there.

  Chapter 23

  Evan

  I loved her. I loved her more than I thought was humanly possible. Staring into her eyes as my body melded with hers took the act of making love to a new level. Her body was mine, as was her soul. I felt myself imprinting on her and knew she was forever imprinted on my heart. I had managed to hold back the climax that had been on the edge for too long.

  I was afraid if I moved even a fraction inside her all-consu
ming heat, I would explode. I wanted the night to last. I never wanted to leave the cabana. I wanted to stay just as we were for the rest of my days. I could be completely content with being wrapped up in her arms.

  Her hands ran up and down my back, sending goosebumps over my flesh from tip to top. I began to move, my body refusing to hold back any longer. Her soft gasps and whimpers as I moved inside her fueled my passion.

  I couldn’t hold back. My body was wound tightly and my dick was overly sensitive. Every pussy spasm felt like a vise around my dick, trying to milk me. I rose up, going deep with each thrust. Her body jerked, her whimpers and moans growing louder with each thrust.

  I could feel it rising, and every coherent thought in my head vanished. Every neuron, every cell, every little part of me was focused on the rising tide within me that would not be held back. Air gushed through my clenched teeth as the moment I had been fighting against finally happened. My body went completely stiff, my back bowing as I released every ounce of ecstasy that had been building for the last few hours with her.

  I lay beside her, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Her eyes had the look of a satisfied woman with her face inches from mine. Our heads rested on the pillows, both of us staring at one another. Her hand gently stroked up and down my arm. Mine did the same. I could see she was falling asleep and continued to gently lull her into a peaceful slumber.

  Her hand stopped moving and rested on my upper arm. I watched her sleep, her long dark lashes creating perfect crescent moons under her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, still red from my kisses. I studied every little feature. She was absolutely perfect. Perfectly imperfect with the few freckles across the bridge of her nose and the little scar on her cheek from a wayward tree branch when we had snuck out one night.

  I had so many memories with her. My life was built around our friendship that evolved into something more. At the very core, she was my best friend in the world. The only person I trusted to be absolutely authentic and truthful. She would tell me when I was being a dick. She would be the one to pull me back when I was making hasty decisions. I knew I needed her in my life. I needed her like a man needed air.

  I loved her. I had never stopped loving her. I had tried to tell myself I could, but I couldn’t. I was never going to find someone who could make me feel the way she did. It was time to talk about our past and move forward. I knew she still had one foot out the door. She was going along with what we were doing, but she wasn’t completely sold on the idea. She was holding back.

  It was time to convince her we were the real deal. I knew she had some reservations, but I could remedy all of it. I had proven to her I was capable of being the man she needed. Now, it was time for her to admit she loved me. I knew she did. I had seen it in her eyes, felt it in the way her body reacted to mine.

  After watching her for a long time, I felt myself growing sleepy. I didn’t want to fall sleep on the beach and wake up eaten alive by bugs. The citronella candles were only so powerful.

  “Baby, let’s go to bed,” I whispered next to her ear.

  She softly moaned. “What time is it?”

  “It’s not too late. Let’s go up to the house.”

  I disentangled my body from hers and got to my feet, gently tugging her up. We left our clothes where they lay scattered about the cabana floor, and we walked naked up the path to the house. It was one of the many perks to being alone on a private island.

  We took the stairs, with her leaning into me, and climbed into bed. I loved sleeping with her. She didn’t let me keep her overnight very often. She was trapped on my island and I was going to use it to my advantage.

  I fell asleep with her head on my chest and my arms around her, holding her close. I had not slept so well in a long time. My body was sated, my mind was at ease, and the only thing I truly cared about in the world was wrapped safely in my arms.

  When I awoke the next morning, it was to the sweet scent of gourmet coffee. I smiled, glad everyone had gotten the message that I was going to be staying the weekend. Part of living in my life included my ability to really spoil her.

  I very carefully removed her head from my chest and rested it on a pillow before climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt. I left the room, closing the door behind me. I walked downstairs, following the smell of bacon and something that smell like sweet dough.

  I walked into the kitchen and found the cook and two of his helpers working hard. “Good morning,” I greeted.

  “Ah, Mr. Daniels, good morning,” the cook said with a smile. “Breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes. Would you like some coffee?”

  “Yes, please,” I said, peeking at the assortment of puffed pastries arranged on a platter.

  “Will your guest be joining us?”

  “Yes. Actually, I think I’ll take a tray up to her.”

  I carried my coffee out to the patio, inhaling the scent of the fresh, salty air. Birds, what kind I didn’t know, sailed overhead before landing in some trees and disappearing from view. I made a decision to spend a lot more time on the island. I needed the quiet. Assuming she would be with me to enjoy the quiet.

  I finished the coffee and went back inside to get a refill and put a tray together for Cherie. I refilled my coffee and grabbed another cup to fill for Cherie.

  “Good morning,” I heard her soft voice behind me.

  I spun around. “You’re awake.”

  She offered a shy smile, taking in the staff before self-consciously smoothing her hair down.

  “Breakfast is almost finished,” I said.

  She was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and one of my T-shirts. Her hair was mussed, and she looked sexy as hell. I had to fight the urge to drag her upstairs and throw her back in my bed and love her until we both passed out again. I couldn’t do that with a house full of staff and I was actually very hungry. I expected she was as well.

  “It smells amazing,” she said with a smile.

  “I was about to bring you some coffee,” I said, handing her the cup.

  “Thank you.”

  “We’ll eat on the patio,” I said to the young woman putting together a fresh fruit platter for us.

  “Yes, sir,” she said with a smile.

  “Let’s go outside,” I said to Cherie.

  She followed me outside to the gazebo. The sun was shining bright, but there was still a slight chill to the air. I turned on the patio heater and pulled the curtains on the gazebo to shield the breeze.

  “Wow, you have a staff,” she commented.

  I grinned. “Come on, you can’t be upset about having a gourmet breakfast cooked especially for you.”

  She smiled. “I’ll admit it is nice but is this how you normally live?”

  “No,” I told her. “I do have a cook that I use on occasion but not full time. I work long hours and don’t have a lot of time to cook for myself. I hate eating out all the time. The cook comes in, makes me some meals, and pops them in the freezer.”

  “I see,” she said.

  “Does that bother you?” I asked. “I have a full-time driver and a housekeeper, along with groundskeepers and a pool boy.”

  She sipped the coffee. “No, it doesn’t bother me. I understand. I suppose I would probably have the same if I was in your position.”

  “I also have a security team,” I added, wanting to be completely honest.

  “You definitely need that.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked, suddenly very anxious about flaunting my wealth. “I don’t need it. I’ll give it all up if you think it makes me seem pretentious.”

  “Relax, Evan. You’re a very rich man and you are anything but pretentious. You deserve all that you have. I’m happy for you.”

  “You’re happy to share it with me?” I asked.

  She smiled. “I’m happy to have breakfast with you in your little house on your private island.”

  It wasn’t exactly a resounding acceptance, b
ut I would take it. There was a brief parade of food delivered to the table before the staff disappeared. “Dig in. We’ve got a busy day.”

  “Oh, what do you have planned?”

  I smiled. “Lots of lounging. We could take the boat out if you’d like.”

  “I think I would love to do anything you have planned. It’s your party.”

  “Baby, you better eat a full meal because if we do what I want to do, you’re going to need all the energy you can get.”

  She softly giggled, snapping off a piece of bacon. “You really are insatiable.”

  “Only when it comes to you,” I said with a wink.

  We took turns sampling the many foods, feeding each other on occasion. It was fun and flirty, and we were both having a great time.

  “This is so good,” she said, wiping a bit of cream from one of the pastries from the corner of her mouth. “I would never begrudge you for wanting to have this on a regular basis. This is nice. I feel like I’m at a five-star resort.”

  “It’s nice to be pampered now and again.”

  “It is,” she agreed.

  “I think we should enjoy a day of leisure,” I said after we had stuffed ourselves full.

  “Oh, and what does that look like to you?”

  “We hang out at the cabana, watch the water, nap, do other things if we feel inclined.”

  “What about your little army in there?” she asked.

  “I’m guessing they’re already gone.”

  “What? Really?”

  I shrugged. “They’re here to serve breakfast and that’s it. The cook was going to leave some marinated steaks for me to grill up later and a few sides. We’re on our own for the rest of the weekend. We can party naked if you’re so inclined.”

  She burst into laughter. “You always want to be naked. I’m glad I put on clothes before I ventured downstairs.”

  I shrugged. “They are paid very well. They are paid well because they know to be discreet.”