When we’re far enough away from the heliport, he turns to me.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous,” he says under his breath, but I hear every word through the headset. It sends a shiver through my body.
A whiff of his cologne hits my nose when he turns and it makes the hairs on my arms raise. He smells so good. I’m sure his natural manly scent smells even better.
“What happened to Pilot Dave?” I ask when I realize that this situation is a little fucked up. Are we still even on the tour or did I just get kidnapped?
“Change of plans,” he says. God, his voice… it’s low and gritty. It makes my thighs clench with every deep commanding word. “I’m taking you on an exclusive tour.”
He keeps his eyes mostly ahead, but every time he can, he glances back to steal a look at me. There’s awe in his eyes whenever he looks me over.
Did he really do this for me? Is he that taken with… me?
“Where exactly are we going?”
“Somewhere we can be alone. Somewhere private.”
“But we’re staying in the helicopter…”
He doesn’t answer.
“Right?”
He turns around with a sexy grin on his luscious lips. “You’re going to have the time of your life, I promise. You’re in my hands now. You belong to me.”
I swallow hard as he turns back around.
Being in his hands, in his arms, sounds like a very tempting place to be.
“Isn’t your boss going to be pissed that you basically stole a helicopter and kidnapped a client?”
“I’m the boss.”
Of course he is. I can’t imagine this alpha of a man taking orders from anyone.
“What about the police?”
“You can’t steal what’s yours. This is my helicopter.”
“What about me?”
He turns and those blue eyes pierce into me, grabbing my soul with a death grip. I can’t move when he looks at me like that.
“Like I said, you can’t steal what’s already yours.”
My breath quickens.
“You’re mine now, beautiful girl. You belong to me.”
“Are you for real?”
I’m playing hard to get, but I know it’s true. Whenever he looks at me with that possessive gaze, with that look of ownership, I know it’s only a matter of time before I submit to him.
“I could ask the same about you,” his deep voice growls in my ear. “Are you for real because you seem like a dream? One look and I’m already obsessed.”
“Oh, really?” I ask with a laugh.
He’s not laughing. “Really.”
I already find myself leaning toward him, my body drawn to him like a flower is drawn toward the sun. Like he’s the source of power my soul now needs to go on.
“Tell me your name, beautiful girl. I need to know it.”
I lick my lips and swallow. “Nia.”
“Nia,” he whispers. A smile forms on his lips. “Nia what?”
I can feel my cheeks blushing. Why am I so nervous? “Nia Henson.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I’m Jack Caine.”
We sit in silence for a while, just the muted sound of the helicopter roaring through the headsets. I look out the window at some boats cutting white lines across the blue water.
“So, you own the place?” I ask, wanting to know everything about this mysterious man who apparently I now belong to.
He nods. “After I was discharged from the Air Force, I bought an old helicopter and started giving tours. Seven years later and I have a location on each of the four major islands, Maui, Oahu, Kaua’i, and the Big Island. I have fifty-two helicopters flying around Hawaii.”
“Wow,” I whisper. “That’s very impressive.”
“Come sit up here. You’re too far away.”
I hesitate for a second and then think, Fuck it. Why not?
I’m on vacation after all, even if it is a work vacation. Vacations are the time to get crazy, aren’t they?
I unclip my belt, take off my headset, and carefully climb through the gap in the pilots’ seats. Jack’s big hand lands on my lower back, guiding me. It’s like warm electricity on my skin.
I have to fight back a moan when his strong hand slides down to my ass for half a second before leaving me.
“Wow,” I say with a gasp when I look out of the huge windshield at the spectacular view. “It’s gorgeous up here.”
Jack hands me Devon’s old headset and I put it on and repeat what I said.
He nods as he looks at me with those deep blue eyes. “I couldn’t agree more.”
This man has me captivated as he points out a few sights. We head further out on the island where there’s no development or sign of humans. It’s all-natural and utterly stunning. Lush rainforest on top of high rocky cliffs. The ocean slams into the huge jagged rocks below.
“Look at that!” I gasp when I spot a waterfall pouring off the island into the ocean.
Jack smiles as he watches me take in the scenery.
“Let’s get a closer look.”
I hold my breath as he flies to the waterfall and gets so close that droplets hit our windshield.
I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s incredible.
I was born and raised in Atlanta and haven’t really been anywhere else. My mom is terrified of flying and my dad is a workaholic who always thought that taking vacations was a waste of time.
I’m starting to realize how wrong he was.
Traveling was never something I thought I’d like. It was never a priority to me, but that’s starting to change now.
If I never left Atlanta, I would never have had this amazing experience. And I wouldn’t have met this intriguing stranger I’m starting to crush on.
“Hawaii is full of surprises,” he tells me as we fly away. “On every island, around every corner, there’s something incredible to see. And just when you think you’ve seen it all, someone comes along and changes your whole perspective on life.”
He’s looking at me while he says it.
“It is beautiful,” I say, steering the subject back to the island. “Especially from up here. I wanted to be a helicopter pilot when I was growing up.”
“How come you didn’t?”
“I live in Atlanta. There aren’t a ton of helicopter jobs over there… It’s pretty unrealistic for me.”
“The best things in life are unrealistic, Nia. Falling in love at first sight and wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone after only one look is unrealistic, but that’s not going to stop me from going for it.”
I smile shyly as we look at each other. Is this guy for real? Is this an act?
Is this how he charms vacationers into a holiday romance?
I bet it works all the time. He probably sends droves of women home walking bow-legged with big goofy grins on their faces.
I’m tempted to be one of them…
“Want to try flying?”
My pulse starts racing. “Really?”
He nods with a smile. “Put your hand here.”
I gulp as I look at the joystick between his legs. It’s long and hard with his big hand wrapped around it.
“Don’t be scared.”
I can feel heat rushing into my cheeks as I reach over and wrap my fingers around it. His powerful hand wraps around mine and holds it in place. My forearm brushes against his hard thigh.
Whoever designed this thing had a sick sense of humor. I swear, it’s like I’m holding his cock.
He guides my hand around, showing me how to move the helicopter.
I’m having so much fun banking left then right that I almost forget that it looks like I’m jerking him off.
My stomach drops as we dip down, but I’m all smiles.
Why didn’t I go for this? Working at Handleback Insurance is fine I guess, but this right here… this lights my insides up.
And having Jack right here along with me is making it even bet
ter.
By the time we reach a small private beach carved out of the high cliffs, I have a big crush on Mr. Jack Caine.
I’ve been responsible for too long.
I’m in Hawaii, in a helicopter, with a hot pilot by my side.
It’s time to start getting irresponsible for a change.
It’s time to let loose.
It’s time to have some fun.
Chapter Three
Jack
* * *
All I’m doing is touching this beautiful goddesses’ hand, but you’d swear we were doing a lot more than that by the way my cock is achingly hard. Having her hand right next to my throbbing erection is making it even worse.
I’m looking down at her hand gripping that long joystick between my legs and it’s got me imagining all sorts of dirty things. It’s hard to focus on the flying lesson.
“Like this?” her sweet sugary voice asks through my headset.
“Yes,” I groan as I watch her move her dark hand to the side, making the helicopter bank right. Fuck, those fingers…
I need to feel them on me.
I don’t know what’s happening to me, but in my thirty-three years on this planet, it’s never happened before.
This is insane. This is so not like me.
I’ve resisted women of all types and all ages. When I was a teenager on the swim team, when I was ripped and shredded in the Air Force, and after when I was a successful businessman who had more money than I knew what to do with. Girls always fawned over me, but I never fawned back.
They never held my interest. I just couldn’t get excited about any of them. I didn’t know why. It never made sense.
But now…
Fucking hell, it all makes perfect sense.
I was waiting for her.
For my Nia.
Everything has clicked into place.
It did the second I saw her.
Sitting in that helicopter like a bomb about to blow. One look and she exploded the life I made for myself. She detonated it to shit and shattered me to pieces.
Now there’s nothing left to do but pick up the pieces and rebuild my life around her. That’s what I want. A new life with her by my side.
Always by my side. I don’t ever want to let her go. I don’t even want her to leave my line of vision.
“Thank you,” she says as she tries to tug her hand back.
Who knew I was such a possessive fucker? I don’t want to let her go.
I finally do, not wanting to appear like an obsessive stalker (even though that’s what I am now), and I feel a tremendous sense of loss. It feels like my fucking heart is breaking.
My chest is tight and it’s getting hard to breathe. I pull my shirt, trying to loosen it as I take the joystick back with my free hand.
It’s not the same without her touch. Why do I have a feeling that nothing is ever going to be the same without her touch again?
Food will be bland, sleep will be non-existent, everything I enjoyed in the past will be meaningless if I don’t have her to share it with.
I can’t let her go back to Atlanta. I’d drive myself crazy. I wouldn’t survive.
She’s staying here with me. She has to.
If not, I’ll follow her there and buy her apartment building. I’ll kick every man out so no male eyes will be able to look at what belongs to me.
“When do you go back home?” I ask, not really wanting to know. My stomach rolls with dread as she opens those sweet succulent lips to answer.
“Four days left.”
Four days. Four days to convince her to stay on this island with me forever. Four days to make her fall in love. Four days to get her to marry me.
I’m already there. I’ve been there since the moment I first saw her sparkling brown eyes and bright smile through the windshield of this helicopter.
I’ve been waiting for her my whole life. She’s my soul mate. The one I’m meant to be with.
“A lot can happen in four days,” I say as I drag my lustful eyes up her curvy legs. She’s wearing grey shorts and a white tank top that contrasts beautifully with her dark skin.
My body tingles all over as my eyes roam over her round breasts with just a hint of cleavage on display. She’s focused on the sights outside of her window, so I’m free to gawk at her all I want.
My dick gets harder, demanding attention as my hungry eyes sweep up her slender neck and onto her adorable chin. I take my time, examining her mouth and imaging all the things I want to do to it. I wonder how she tastes, how she’ll moan when I claim it with my own, how soft her lips will feel wrapped around my shaft.
She suddenly turns and smiles shyly when she catches me checking her out.
Her cheeks darken as she blushes and the heat inside of me boils to a feverish pitch.
I have to get out of this helicopter and onto land where I can see her nice round ass and big tits jiggling with each step she takes.
She grips the door and squeezes it as I tilt the helicopter forward and start to fly faster. I should go slower and let her enjoy the view, but all I can think about is enjoying the view of her on the private beach we’re headed to.
“Oh my gosh,” she says with a gasp. “Look at that beach!”
I grin as I head for it. It’s a gorgeous little secluded beach that you can only get to by helicopter, so it’s always empty. Big rocks stop any boats from getting close and the high cliffs and acres of rainforest stop cars and anyone on foot from discovering it.
It’s all ours.
“Are we going down there?”
She turns and stares at me in disbelief, but there’s a twinkle of excitement in those gorgeous brown eyes.
“I told you I was taking you on an exclusive tour.”
She laughs and the delicious sound of it in my ears makes my heart swell in my chest. I would never get used to hearing that every day.
“Do you take all the girls here?” she asks with a sly grin on her lips.
I shake my head a little too fiercely. “No. Never.”
She laughs. “Yeah, right.”
“It’s true,” I tell her with a firm stare. “You’re the only one. You’re my first.”
She smiles as she turns back to the view.
Fuck, she’s distracting. I have to pay attention to landing this thing or we’re going to be splattered onto the side of the cliff.
It’s a tricky landing with the strong winds from the ocean, the cliffs, and the narrow beach, but I’m a hell of a good pilot. I flew a Sikorsky HH-60 Pave Hawk in Afghanistan on combat search and rescue missions, so I’ve been through a lot of shit. Rockets, gunfire, wind coming off mountains like you’d swear it was the devil blowing hellfire. So, this is nothing. But with precious cargo like Nia onboard, I have to be extra careful.
I’d never forgive myself if something happened to this sweet girl and it was my fault. I’m as protective as I am possessive with what’s mine.
She’s silent as I maneuver the huge bird down, watching in awe as I touch down on the flat rock jutting out of the face of the cliff.
“Wow,” she says as she turns to me with a radiant smile on her face. “You’ve got some skilled hands, Mr. Caine.”
“You’ve yet to see how skilled my hands are, Nia.”
Her cheeks blush and it sends a jolting throb to my cock.
I power down the helicopter and we both take our headsets off. My ears are ringing as I stare at her. Has there ever been a more gorgeous sight than of Nia smiling with the thunderous Maui waves crashing behind her?
“Can we get out here?” she asks as she looks around.
Her voice is pure sweetness. It melts in my ears like warm honey.
“Wait for me.”
I hurry out of the chopper and make my way to her door. I can feel her eyes on me the entire way.
She thinks this is part of my game. That I bring vacationing women here for a little Maui fun in the sand.
It’s not. This is not a game to me. This is more
real than anything I’ve ever felt before. I’m thirty-three years old and have never felt the silky soft interior of a woman’s body before. That changes today. I’m sliding into this sweet girl’s soft cunt if it’s the last thing I do.
She’s got an adorable little smile on her face as she watches me through the window. I open her door and reach for her to help her down. The rocks can be slippery and it’s a long fall to the rough water below. I close my eyes and curse under my breath, not even wanting to think about that. Nia’s safety is my main concern now. Above all else.
She slides her delicate hand in mind and I carefully help her down.
“Thank you, Mr. Caine,” she says when she’s standing in front of me. I love the way she doesn’t shy away. I must be radiating primal energy right now with all of the dirty things I want to do to her running through my mind, but she stands there bravely, chin in the air, brown eyes locked on mine. I’m going to ravish this woman.
My hands squeeze into fists by my sides as adrenaline surges through my veins. It’s taking everything I have to control myself, to not rip her clothes to pieces and claim her on these wet rocks.
“Jack,” I say in a growly shaky voice that I don’t even recognize. “You’re my girl now, Nia. Call me Jack.”
She must sense my mounting need because a little shiver ripples through her gorgeous body as she watches me. “Okay,” she says in a soft voice. “Thank you, Jack.”
“Let’s go for a swim,” I say as my eyes drop down to her luscious tits, pressing against her white tank top. They’re heaving up and down with every shallow breath she takes, testing my limits, testing my sanity.
She rubs the back of her neck nervously and it makes her juicy tits jiggle in a way that sends a jolt of power to my cock. It’s as hard as the rock under our feet and just as wet. I can feel the sticky ooze of pre-cum sliding out all over my swollen head as I imagine wrapping my hands around those soft breasts and sliding my greedy tongue all over her hard dark nipples.
She glances over her shoulder at the gentle waves lapping the perfect sand. “But I don’t have my bathing suit,” she says with a nervous twinkle in her eye.
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