Tropical Tryst: 25 All New and Exclusive Sexy Reads

by Nicole Morgan

  “Well kings and queens maybe.”

  She smirked at him but then dug in to her steak before she posed a little game.

  “Are you up for a round of twenty questions while we eat?”

  “Sure, is this anything like strip poker where we take off a piece of clothing for each question we answer?”

  Bree noticed he was hiding his face, probably afraid to see her reaction. She wasn’t surprised he asked though. One other time he’d put himself out there with a risky statement. If she was being truthful with herself, he was a nice guy. She’d noticed him when he first pulled up in the boat that he was good looking. Wouldn’t hurt to leave herself open for the possibility. Wouldn’t that give her friend something to chirp about.

  “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind since I don’t know you all that well but we’ll have to see what the week brings.”

  “I can deal with that. I’ll ask the first question.”

  Before they knew it twenty questions turned into a two-hour extended conversation and they’d lost track of the number. She talked about her parents in Chicago and that she’d met her best friend there because they were next door neighbors growing up. That brought them to the planning of the girls’ vacation and how Stacy lived out in California and they didn’t see each other hardly ever.

  After dinner, they had moved to the sofa in the sitting area of Hunter’s room. He took his turn telling Bree how he’d met Luke in high school and they went to the same college and got an apartment off campus. That he was also the same friend that had just recently betrayed him, signing him up for the matchmaker service.

  “I am still just dumbfounded at the fact your best friend took the initiative, without your permission to sign you up for something so drastic. It’d be one thing to have a few dinners at a local restaurant in New York but for him to arrange for you to fly all the way to the Cayman Islands because he thought you needed a wife. Just blows me away he had the balls to go through with that.”

  “Yeah, it was quite a shock to me as well. And he literally gave me no warning either. He told me the night before the flight.”

  “I can’t believe you didn’t kill this guy, friend or not. However, I can’t say I’d put it past Stacy to do something like that to me given the opportunity. I still think she set me up and didn’t come on purpose. Heck for all I know, she only booked my arrangements and never made any for herself.”

  “Would she do that?”

  “I’m just not sure. She’s always trying to get me to step outside of my sheltered social life and live a little but I’m just not the type. I’d rather work and come home.”

  “Agreed, I’m the same.”

  Bree glanced at her watch, surprised it had gotten so late.

  “We probably need to change those bandages before it gets much later and I’m too tired to function.”

  “Ooh does that mean sponge bath too?”

  WHY WAS he always putting his damn foot in his mouth? They hadn’t even known each other twenty-four hours but he felt like they’d been friends for years. She was so easy to talk to. They’d definitely met under unusual circumstances and he was grateful to her for being there when he needed the help.

  “I have to warn you, I’m kind of known in the hospital for my unforgiving bedside manner.”

  “Do I dare ask why?”

  “Well, I’ve been at my job for a few years now and the people that come into the Emergency Room aren’t always the best behaved. Sometimes they are in a lot of pain and that tends to make them say things they might not normally say. Sometimes the guys get a little fresh and there’s always a handful of drunks that come in too. I think those are the worst.”

  “Why do you keep doing it?”

  “Because I always wanted to help people.”

  She’d said it without a second thought but she probably had one of the hardest jobs out there. Saving lives was bound to be rewarding but not everyone that went in to the ER came out again and he didn’t know how she could deal with that. He wasn’t cut out for that kind of emotional pressure.

  Bree grabbed the ice bucket and mixed hot water and the antibacterial soap the medical center had given them. She came back and crouched down in front of him and proceeded to peel off the tape put in place to keep the gauze covering his wounds.

  “I’m sorry to say you’re going to have some scars after this is all heeled.”

  “Yeah, I suppose so. I never had the prettiest legs anyway.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that, they look good from where I’m sitting.”

  Was that a compliment?

  Once Bree had all the wraps removed, she wet the small sponge and ran it all over from Hunter’s foot to the crease of his thigh near his groin. He tried to help by gathering the bottom of his swimming trunks up as far as he could but she was getting close to some pretty sensitive areas. No way could he lie about it, he was getting turned on. The bad thing was, she’d only washed one leg so far. If she touched his other leg in the same areas, he couldn’t guarantee the reaction she’d get and there was no way she wouldn’t see it.

  “Is everything okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “No, not really.”

  “What does that mean?”

  How could he explain it without sounding like a sex-addicted pig?

  “It’s not a bad pain, if you know what I mean?” When she rolled her eyes, he knew she’d gotten his point. “I’m sorry, I’m a guy. We have no tact.”

  “No, it’s my fault. It’s that bedside manner I told you about. I’ve dealt with so much crap at work that I had to disconnect myself otherwise I wouldn’t be able to deal with it. I mean, one time a guy came into the ER complaining about a burning at the tip of his penis and I was the doctor on call that night so the guy was all too happy to strip off his pants and even tried helping my hands to touch him. I ended up getting one of the guy nurses on shift to take over.”

  “Yikes I can see where that’d be tough for you.”

  “It is what it is. I just usually charge right through it without getting emotionally involved. Even the old guys take shots. I got a marriage proposal after a rectal exam once.”

  She scrunched the sponge into the water again and started on Hunter’s other leg. He tried to think of anything other than how close she was getting to his sack, even the dreaded thought of his parents having sex didn’t work. He simply couldn’t control is libido. It had a mind of its own and had no qualms about rising to attention as she reached the top of his thigh.

  When she stopped her progression, and looked up into his face, he only had one thought. He needed to kiss her. His fingers dug into the dirty blond hair pooled around her neck, pulling her closer to him as his lips connected with hers. She didn’t pull away like he feared. Quite the opposite, she wrapped her arms around his neck, matching his enthusiasm. Desire surged through his veins. She’d rested her stomach between his legs, rubbing against the bulge in his swim trunks and her breasts brushed provocatively against his chest. His cock swelled against her. Hunter pulled his lips from hers and buried his nose in her sweet tropical-smelling hair.

  “I want you.”

  As she moved against him, getting impossibly closer, her shirt rode up from her hips to show a subtle line of skin. His hands moved to caress her tight hips, grinding her against him. He wanted to be gentle with her, she didn’t deserve rough but he could barely control himself. In an attempt at calm, he kissed her gently, feather soft, across her lips. She melted against him like she belonged there. As he moved closer to her, he realized they were still on the couch.

  “I’m in no hurry to end what we have started here but do you mind if we move over to the bed?”

  “I don’t mind at all. But do you want me to re-wrap your wounds first?”

  She raised off her knees and back away from the couch so Hunter could stand. He came close and enveloped her in his embrace, walking her backward as his lips grazed over her jawline and down her neck until her legs bumped t
he bedframe. She pushed him away and crawled up into the center of the four-poster bed, pulled her tank up over her head, revealing the navy-blue bikini triangles that barely covered her luscious breasts. Then out of one of his wettest dreams she untied the strings and threw the tiny top on the floor. As she watched him, she raised up onto her knees and unbuttoned her shorts, edging them ever so slowly over her hips teasing him with every wiggle. He’d never been so hard in his life and wanted so badly to get his hands on her.

  When Bree had her shorts and bathing suit bottoms riding snug over her mid thighs, she laid on her back shifting her legs into the air so she could squeeze the scraps of materials over her ass and off, sending them flying to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. He didn’t wait for her to sit back up, he crawled onto the bed and dug his teeth into the luscious cheeks of her ass. Then he spread her legs apart to reveal her damp and swollen pink pussy. He couldn’t stop himself from tasting her with one lick and then another while she writhed atop the bed, clenching her teeth in anticipation. He didn’t want her to come this way, not until he was a part of her, inside her. He backed away from her before he drove her to the peak.

  “No, don’t go.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not going far.”

  He made quick but careful work of his swim trunks. Didn’t want to damage the stitched areas on his legs but he needed free of his tightened pants. When he glanced back to Bree, she’d propped herself up on her elbows and watched him strip.

  “You sure are a yummy site sitting there all pretty.” She smiled, her cheeks flushed.

  “We aren’t going to hurt your legs, are we?”

  “At this point, I don’t care, a hurricane couldn’t keep me away from you.”

  Hunter crawled onto the bed and settled into the cradle of her pelvis. As she fell onto her back, his hands moved to palm her ass, bringing him snug into her wet heat. Her pussy pulsed in response. His eyes were fixed on her baby blues as they shuttered, on the verge of closing. When he pushed himself into her in one thrust, her eyes flew open.

  “Oh!”

  “Did I hurt you?” Hunter stilled, afraid he’d done something wrong.

  “God no Hunter, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

  Her pleas gave him all the encouragement he needed to plow into her, his fingers digging into her hips. The more powerful and deep his thrusts became, the more she squirmed, begging him to take her over the edge. She was so close and he wanted to be there with her. He moved his hands to palm her breasts, his fingers pinching at her nipples until he felt her tighten around his cock. He knew she was ready so he drove into her hard and fast until she screamed, sending them both over the edge together.

  CHAPTER 6

  Bree stood in the doorway of the bathroom after her shower, watching Hunter sleep. Over the last couple days, they’d barely left his room. She did venture to hers just to collect her things. The manager had checked on them a few times, letting them know that both of their credit cards would be refunded the amount of their rooms, in lieu of Mr. DuVall’s accident. He’d continued to apologize for the mishap and made sure that every meal they’d ordered from room service had been paid for by the resort.

  She’d been ignoring her cell phone for a couple days, knowing Stacy would be angry with her by the time she got around to calling her back. It had been really nice just hiding from the rest of the world and they’d had hours of the best sex she’d ever had.

  Truthfully, she was also avoiding Stacy just a little bit. The last time they talked, Stacy said that when she least expected it, Bree would find someone and she wasn’t ready to admit to her friend she’d been right. Someone had come into Bree’s life completely by surprise and he was wonderful. She was already attached and that was potentially a problem. They were both going home in a couple days and they hadn’t talked about it. He would go back to his apartment and his job and she back to her own life. Who knows if they would see each other again and it worried her.

  “Hey beautiful, what’s up?”

  “Oh gosh, you scared me.” Bree went over and crawled in bed beside Hunter. “Nothing, I’m okay. Just got out of the shower and you were sleeping so peacefully I just wanted to watch you for a little bit.”

  “Are you sure? You looked far away.”

  “Yeah I was. Just dreading that we’re going home in a couple days.”

  “I know honey, I was trying not to think about it. We’ve been in our own little world and I’m not ready to leave.”

  “I need to call Stacy back today too. She’s left some pretty frantic messages on my phone.”

  “Luke called me once or twice too but what we were doing was much more important.”

  “It’s so funny, we haven’t done anything outside of this room but I’m totally okay with that. Oh, my gosh I totally forgot, what about the matchmaker service?”

  “They have called a few times too. Whoever is leading the festivities here left a message at the front desk and the woman from the home office back in New York has left two voicemails. I don’t even care. They already have my money and as far as I’m concerned, they can keep it. I found my match, it just wasn’t by them.”

  Bree wrapped her arms around Hunter and kissed him.

  “You are so sweet, and I feel the same way. How’d we get so lucky?”

  “Guess we can credit the Grand Cayman resort because if it weren’t for their crappy pier, you wouldn’t have had to save me from bleeding to death and we probably wouldn’t have met.

  “I think you’re wrong.”

  “What? Why am I wrong?”

  “Because I noticed you when you pulled up to the island in that boat, before you ever got onto that crappy pier.”

  “No way, really?”

  She couldn’t tell whether he was surprised or not and she assumed he never saw her. But then why would he notice her when there were so many other people on the beach.

  “Hey where’d you go again, I saw your features change before my eyes. I was only joking with you.”

  “Dang it, I can never tell when you’re being serious.” She smacked his arm and he curled up, acting like it hurt.

  “Okay, I promise I’ll stop joking around, at least for now. Hey how do you feel about going downstairs to the buffet for lunch today?”

  “I’m game but I do need to call Stacy before we go anywhere.”

  “You do that and I’m going to get in the shower. It’s a shame you got dressed already, you could join me if you want. A shower with me would be much cheaper than that international call.” He climbed out of bed but kissed her very thoroughly first. She watched him walk to the bathroom completely naked. He was a seriously fine specimen.

  When she heard the shower turn on she grabbed her cell to call Stacy. If she got in the shower with him, they’d spend another entire day in his room. She could too easily get used to that kind of sex every day. It wasn’t just about the sex for her though. She liked his company. He was comfortable to be around and she felt like she could talk to him about anything. She hadn’t ever had that kind of a connection with the other guys she’d dated. She really hadn’t even dated anybody officially, it was more like a booty call or a one night stand and boy if she hadn’t known then what she was missing out on. Those guys didn’t even compare to what she’d experienced the last few days.

  Her cell phone rang, scaring her half to death.

  “Stacy, hi.”

  “What in the hell happened to you? I have been calling you for two days. I even called the hotel and talked to the manager because I was worried about you.”

  “I’m so sorry, things just got a little crazy the last few days. I promise everything is okay and I’m fine.”

  “You’re fine. You’re fine? Really, just fine? Two days Bree, what the hell. What happened with that guy you went to help, you never called me after that either.”

  “I know, I’m sorry okay, I never meant to make you worry.”

  “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

>   “I kind of met someone.”

  “Are you frickin’ serious right now? Tell me.”

  “Well, it was the guy from the boat.”

  “The one that fell? Oh my god Bree, really? That’s awesome. I need the details please. You have kept me in the dark for way too long. I can’t go that long without talking to you, especially under these circumstances.”

  “I know and I really am sorry. After I hung up with you and went to help him things kind of snowballed. We were at the hospital til later that evening and everything progressed from there.”

  “Progressed like how?”

  “Well you know, progressed intimately.”

  “Bree, did you sleep with him?”

  “Yes, and holy crap it was amazing.”

  “Yay, woohoo and holy shit I’m so happy for you. See I knew you’d meet someone. I told you, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, and you don’t have to rub it in. It wasn’t planned but Stacy I have really fallen for this guy. I’m just worried about what happens when we leave this island.”

  “Where is he from?”

  “New York but he’s as crazy busy with work as I am. I’m afraid that once we leave our little, oh what did you call it, tropical tryst, that we won’t see each other again. But that’s not what I want.”

  “Hey now, if it’s meant to be, then it’ll happen. You need to try being positive for once okay? Trust me. Just like I knew you’d meet someone, I know that the two of you will find a way to make it work once you’re both back in New York.”

  “Thanks for your optimism, I needed to hear that.”

  “I’m glad I could help but right now I have to run, it’s time for my med run. Please take care of yourself and call me tomorrow if you think about it. I promise I won’t but you again today. Go enjoy your man.”

  “Thanks Stacy, love you.”

  “Love you too girl.” And the phone went dead. Where that girl got her energy, one would never know.

  Stacy had given Bree a lot to think about and being positive was a challenging thing for her to do but she’d try because she didn’t want any of it to end badly. She ducked back under the covers and buried her face in Hunters pillow. It smelled like him and it made her happy.