by Avery Wilde
But I knew I was going to have to give him up in a few days and the thought had my insides all twisted up. I didn’t want for it to just be a holiday fling, but my head was telling me to be realistic. He was a superstar, and I was a nobody. It wouldn’t work. He needed someone like Crystal—well, a better version of her—to be on his arm, someone he could show off and not be ashamed of. Sure, here in the privacy of our little hut and slice of heaven where there were no cameras, it fitted together. But this wasn’t reality. So what that we were great in bed? And I suspected the lurch in my heart whenever I looked at him had nothing to do with lust and everything else to do with that damned other L word.
No, it was idiotic to think we had a chance. He was a playboy afraid of commitment and I was… well, I needed that commitment. It would break my heart to see him out and about town with another woman while I waited for him to call. I couldn’t live like that.
“I am, huh?” he said, his hand sliding down and lifting me out of the water effortlessly. I laughed as he marched deeper into the water, dipping us low until the water nearly came up to my neck. He pulled me close and I wrapped my legs around his waist to stay afloat, giving him a grin.
“Sunscreen would also do the trick,” I replied, cocking an eyebrow at him, as I felt him cock something right back, a hardness pressing against my pussy.
“But then I would have to leave you in this water alone,” he said, his warm hands caressing my skin at my hips, where the ties of my bottoms were. “And I know you would hate for me to leave you here, all alone out at sea.”
His hands dipped lower and I gasped as his fingers drifted over the center of my thigh, a flood of wetness of another kind coming over me. “Connor.”
“What?” he asked innocently as his hand did a second pass.
“We can’t, I mean we shouldn’t,” I sputtered, his hand making my lower half quake with excitement. I wasn’t too shy by any means, but having sex in crystal clear waters mere yards from the beach where any passerby could see? That wasn’t my style… or at least it never had been until I met him.
He turned his head towards the shore. “No one will see us,” he said, his eyebrows waggling up and down. I laughed. He’s surely having me on, I thought, but the voice from earlier was back again, urging me to live a little.
I felt a slight tug and I knew there was no turning back now. Feeling naughty and brave in his arms, him holding me up, I ground my hips, my pussy rubbing against his cock, egging him on.
“See, I was only teasing… but now, there’s no escape, I have to have you right here,” he whispered into my ear, as he nibbled on my earlobe. “I need to see all of you, every last inch.”
“And I want every last inch of you,” I quipped in reply, my pussy swelling and ready for him.
He groaned and dipped his head to my breasts and I arched to meet him. As I hung on tight with my legs anchored around, his hands wandered and with torturous slowness pulled on the two slivers of fabric covering my tits, exposing me. My hard nipples came into view, the salty water splashing over them, and Connor captured one in his mouth. He sucked on me till I thought I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Your turn,” I whispered with hot panting breath, trying to push his shorts down with my calves.
Without hesitation Connor yanked them down and his cock sprang free. It was only a matter of seconds before he plunged into me, and I had to stifle a cry.
“Don’t hold back,” he said, a hand cupping and squeezing my tit and he held onto my hips, using it as leverage to slide in and out of me.
Moans of passion started to slip free from my mouth, till they became gasps then turned into almighty screams.
“Don’t. Stop!” I cried, slamming my eyes shut.
“Never,” he grunted, kneading my ass and slowing his tormenting strokes so that every muscle in my body became engaged. The pressure inside me was too much, I was a volcano ready to burst hot juice all over him.
Bucking on his cock, my eyes shot open and stared into his, my mind no longer my own as he bombarded me with everything he had. I saw only him, and together we came with vicious pleasure as one.
We held onto each other, half floating in the water, his throbbing cock still inside me. That was one for the ages, I thought, and as if he’d read my mind he said, “We’re going to have a hard time beating that…”
I unwrapped my arms from around his neck and slipped out of his embrace. My bottoms were floating away out to sea, and my bikini top, already half off my body, looked like it wanted to join its mate. Nibbling on my lip as I removed the offending item, I glanced at Connor.
“I’m willing to keep trying,” I said, and released the material into the water. His mouth dropped open as he watched me walk towards the shore, my naked body being revealed one inch at a time as I progressed until finally, I could feel the waves buffeting my ankles, and his gaze still upon me.
Standing stark naked on the beach near our hut, I turned to him, my heavy tits swinging and bouncing freely. He was still in the water. “Are you coming or what?” I yelled to him.
24
CONNOR
I nervously waited for April to exit the bedroom, attempting to keep my damn self in check on the outside. Inside however, I was a royal mess and yet April seemed to have gained all the confidence I’d lost.
After our day spent on the beach, I hurried after her naked form to ravage her again and again, followed predictably with a nap, my arms around her, needing her to be close. I’d never slept so soundly in my life. My dreams were filled with things that I would have called nightmares in the past—a wedding in the little white church that April had spoken so fondly on, her belly rounded with my baby as we lazed upon white golden sands.
They all blaringly spelled out commitment, marriage, kids, the whole nine yards, that I tended to run far away from. But the usual dread wasn’t there, instead there was hope, and a fuck-ton of nerves warning me that I was about to screw everything up.
I had a feeling maybe this was right where I belonged. I wanted to have what April’s parents had, to show my parents and the world that I wasn’t a Neanderthal playboy who fucked women for the hell of it, who got his rocks off and could never commit. I wanted this to be real, wanted the damn honeymoon to be real. That perhaps, however comical it turned out to be, that the woman with me now would actually end up being my wife. So what if we had our wedding and honeymoon ass-backwards… I didn’t care as long as I was with her.
Everything felt right, I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. But I knew I was enjoying being with her too much, with a woman that I could picture as my wife, one that I would love and cherish and all that shit for the rest of my life. I was beginning to believe April was that other half of me that would keep me grounded; my anchor.
I raked my hands through my hair and stared into the flickering candlelight dinner set up on the deck overlooking the water, the thought of having such an intimate moment with April revving up my feelings, my emotions for her.
There was not a moment in my relationship with Crystal that I felt the way I did when I was around April. I had seven more days with April, seven days to show her that I could be the man she needed, prove to her that a leopard could change his spots for good. I just hoped she believed me and would forgive me.
The door opened and she stepped out, my heart nearly stopping in my chest as I took in her short tube dress, her hair down around her shoulders the way I liked. I wanted to push her back into that bedroom and show her how much I needed her body, her mind, her soul.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
She looked me up and down, a sly smile on her face as she walked toward me. “I wasn’t gone for that long.”
“Trust me; it was an eternity.”
A rose-like blush shone through her bronzed cheeks. “So, what do we have here?”
I clenched my fists and showed her out onto the deck, knowing that if I touched her, we would never enjoy the dinner. She was like a
drug that raged through my veins, any hit of her never enough. Would it always feel like this? Hell, I hoped so. “It’s a candlelight dinner. They were going to set it up inside, but it’s such a nice night and all, so I thought we would dine out on the deck.”
“You did good,” she breathed, looking at the perfect surroundings. It was going to be hard to walk away from this island in seven days. I had gotten used to running on the beach without having to worry about some pesky reporter wanting to know if I still had what it took to make it in the big leagues or some photographer wanting to get a shot of me to sell to the tabloids.
And thankfully, Miss Richards, the reporter who had ambushed me, knew what was good for her and hadn’t shown her face again. Though, I had to admit, April and I had stayed close to the hut instead of mingling with the other guests, happy exploring each other’s bodies than the island, so she wouldn’t have had much chance to confront us.
Plus, there were no practices to go to and no responsibilities. I could get used to this life.
“Can I ask you a question, Connor?”
I swallowed and tried to not get any more fucking nervous than I already was. It could be just an innocent question after all, like what we were about to eat. “Shoot.”
She turned toward me, her face not showing any signs of regret or remorse. Good. I couldn’t take it if she started having second thoughts about us. “And answer it honestly, okay?”
“What’s wrong, April?” I asked softly, catching on that she was trying to stall. If she was going to end this, I wanted her to just spit it out so I could go and rage out of sight and pretend that she didn’t mean anything to me when I knew she meant the world.
“Would you have been happy with Crystal had you not gotten cold feet?”
I sighed inwardly, relieved that it was a topic I could handle. Was she feeling inferior to my ex? Was she thinking that she was a rebound? “April, I don’t think I can answer that because I was never really happy with her.” She sighed like I wasn’t giving her the answer she was looking for. “But, okay, if in some crazy parallel universe where I didn’t get cold feet, then I expect I would have been nonchalant about it. Crystal and I, we had an understanding of what that marriage was going to bring. At least I thought we did.”
“Would you have been happy?” she repeated, her expression growing soft.
I studied her face, trying to find an inkling of where this was going. But all I knew was that over the last few days I’d been unbelievably happy with April. Crystal wouldn’t have enjoyed the small things in life, like playing in the surf or the impromptu dance on the boat. She would have been all about the luxury, the pampering and the spa treatments, while I would have experienced the island by myself.
No, I wouldn’t have been happy. Our marriage would have been a co-existence between two people with similar lives, one of understanding and maybe not one of love or the happily ever after I was yearning for with April.
“No,” I finally said, deciding to be honest. “I wouldn’t have been.”
April looked at me and I could see the questions churning in her eyes. She then walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her cheek to my chest. “I’m sorry I asked. I know it would have been painful for you.”
I crushed her to me, afraid that I was going to have a day where I would lose this woman in my arms. What if she got tired of me? What if she couldn’t handle my life and I didn’t give her the Cinderella dream she had always hoped for and damn right deserved? What if I was no different than that bastard of an ex?
Fuck no, I was going to be different than her asshole ex. And if I ever got the chance I was also going to stomp a hole in his ass as soon as I got back to the States. After I thanked him for giving up the best damn thing in his life to me.
“April, I have something I have to tell you…” She peered up at me, then her stomach growled loudly and I released her with a laugh. “We need to eat.”
“Apparently so,” she laughed, heading toward the table. I followed her… what I had to say could wait.
25
APRIL
“I’ve never had a massage before, never mind a couple’s massage,” I said with some trepidation as we approached the huge white canopy tent. “Will they really want me to take all my clothes off?”
Connor chuckled beside me, his hand squeezing mine. “You had no problem the other day. Besides, I’ll never get tired of seeing you naked.” I socked him in the shoulder, my nervousness showing. Being naked with him on the beach when there had been no one around was one thing, but this would be different. When Connor had said he had scheduled us a massage, I got extremely nervous that someone else’s hands would be touching my bare skin. I was being silly, I knew that, but unless I settled down, this was going to be the longest hour of my life.
We entered the canvas tent and saw two cots positioned toward the ocean with privacy screens surrounding the other sides. Unless someone walked by and peered in over the top, we were as private as we could be. An attendant waited inside and gestured toward the cots, where two towels were folded up.
“Give us some privacy for a minute, dude,” Connor said. The attendant nodded and exited the hut, leaving both of us alone. Connor picked up the towel and held it out to me, his eyes twinkling with laughter. “Here,” he said. “You can cover your body with this. I’ll be here the whole time.”
I eyed the small square of cloth practically only big enough to cover one of my breasts, let alone the rest of me. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Take off your top, April,” Connor said, his voice low and demanding as he stepped towards me, making me suck in a breath. “Leave on your bottoms.”
I snatched the towel out of his hand and held it to my chest, giving him no way to see what I was doing before I pulled on the string that was holding my top around my neck, releasing the knot I had tied just a few minutes earlier. His eyes dilated as I reached behind me and undid the other knot, pulling the bikini top away from my body. “Like this?” I asked innocently, holding the scrap of material in front of me. He swallowed hard and nodded, his hands reaching out to pull me close. “God, you are so hot,” he whispered into my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe. I moaned as he placed kisses along my jawline, my hand gripping the towel tightly against my bare chest in case the attendant happened to come back and disturb us. Connor’s hands skimmed my waist before he pushed away, motioning toward the bed. “Lie down on your stomach.”
“Okay,” I replied with trepidation. Connor swore under his breath, and I guessed he liked what he saw. He reached up at a clasp above the tent’s entrance, allowing the canvas to unroll, trapping us inside. “If he knows what’s good for him… he’ll stay away,” Connor muttered as he returned to my side. “Lie down, April. Let me be your masseuse.”
I hurriedly did as he asked, pulling the towel away from my bare skin as I lay down face first upon the cot, my head cushioned by a small pillow. My nipples dragged against the soft material of the bed, aching for Connor’s touch as his hands positioned themselves on my shoulders. “Relax,” he said. “It’s just me and you.”
I sighed as his hands started to work on my tense shoulders, my body drumming in anticipation. Would this be a normal massage or one for the ages? I dearly hoped it would be one for the ages. He was like a drug I couldn’t shake, one that made my heart race and my body ache for his caress. His hands started to drift down my back, kneading and molding my muscles until I felt like I was floating on a cloud.
“If football doesn’t work out, you could always do this for a living,” I replied dreamily. He chuckled and his lips landed in between my shoulder blades, warming where his hands had touched. “I don’t think you want me to be doing this for a living.”
“Doing what?” I asked before gasping as his hand slinked between my legs, his fingers urgently pulling my bikini bottom to the side before one finger slid against my wet folds. Without hesitation, I spread my legs a little wider, his finger sli
pping inside as if it belonged there.
“No,” I panted as he drove it within me. “I certainly don’t want you to do that to anyone else.”
“Only you, darling,” he said softly, his other hand stroking my ass through my bikini bottoms. I positioned myself to give him better access, tilting my butt up, as he stroked me, stoking the fire that had burned beneath the surface since our last encounter only hours before. I lived for his touch. He started to thrust within me faster and I moaned into the pillow, totally forgetting the fact that the staff member might be listening outside the tent. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to quit.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Come for me, April.” I moaned again and then clenched against his finger, the orgasm overtaking me and forcing me to writhe under his touch as I tried to keep as quiet as possible. Coming in a public place was becoming a nasty little habit of ours… but I loved it.
Connor leaned down and placed a kiss on my spine, his tongue making a swirling pattern on my heated skin. “I can’t take you quietly.” I turned to face him, seeing the strain on his face as he stroked his cock through his shorts. He was right. I couldn’t be quiet and neither could he. I rose from the cot and lowered myself to my knees on the supple wooden floor, seeing a look of surprise upon his face. “You don’t have to do this,” he forced out as I reached for the waistband of his shorts.
“I know,” I replied, batting his hands away, “but I want to and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
He exhaled heavily and removed his hands, allowing me to pull his shorts down, his cock springing free, hard and heavy with need. I traced my hands over the pulsating skin, running my hand over his swollen head and smiling as he took a swift intake of breath. Here I was in control of him. Here I was a woman on a mission.
