“You actually lift those things?” The guy asked. I saw Crystal stifle a giggle. The “big rocks” on Easter Island weighed over twenty tons, as she and I knew. For all the time the Zoreto marketing team was spending here, they apparently didn’t leave the bar or care to learn a damn thing about the culture of the island. No one can move those fucking things.
“Oh yeah,” I smirked. “It’s part of my routine every day. I carry one from one side of the island to the other.”
They smiled and nodded, still seeming unsure if I was being sarcastic or not. Crystal was the only one in the room who’d taken the time to get to know my personality, I was so bombastic most people had no fucking clue if I was serious or not. And that’s the way I liked things.
“We didn’t come here to talk about moving giant rocks,” Crystal cut in, her tone positively businesslike. “Let’s talk numbers. The ratings for this tournament are breaking records all over the globe. Plus, the international flavor by picking a place like Easter Island has really garnered the interest of the Asian and South American markets in one fell swoop. The American and European markets are holding steady of course.” She paused and typed on her tablet. “There. I just sent you all a summary of the data analysis I did this past week, but I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
The suits all played with their tablets. I just sat there with a smirk on my face and my hands folded. I didn’t even own a tablet or a computer. Who needs one when your profession is about stringent training and winning in the ring, anyway? Besides, my agent had told me on more than one occasion that if I had a Twitter, I’d be stirring up trouble in ways that could seriously damage my career if I said some of the off-the-cuff shit I talked in writing. I was an old-fashioned guy. I liked my trash talking in person, and my women feminine.
Speaking of feminine, Crystal batted her eyes at me while all the suits had their faces in their tablets, and my cock hardened. This wasn’t just a dick twitch, I literally had a full-on boner in my suit pants. Fuck, this girl had total control over me.
She noticed that all the suits were stuffed in their tablets, not paying attention to us, and she ran her tongue all the way around her mouth.
I had to stifle a groan. She was being a naughty girl at the business table, and I was going to make her pay. I met her grin with my cocky smirk. So, she wants to be naughty at the business table? Two can play at this game.
“Holy cow, these are some impressive numbers!” Suit number two remarked. “You were pushing three point two million last Saturday? These are real numbers.”
“No, I sent you a fake report,” Crystal snapped sarcastically, then backtracked. “Just kidding of course.” She laughed awkwardly to cover up her rudeness. Shit, I guess I was starting to rub off on her in more ways than just one. Although I didn’t blame her slight rudeness for how dickish these guys were being.
“Whose idea was it to do this tournament out here on Easter Island? Whoever came up with that is a damn marketing genius,” another one remarked.
“You’re looking right at him,” Crystal said, gesturing toward me.
“You? Ha. Yeah right. You’re a fighter, not a thinker. Was it your manager or something?” Suit number three spoke up.
I just furrowed my brow and clenched my fist. I was used to abuse from types like him. No one thought that a cocky-as-fuck fighter like me could actually have a smart thought in my brain. I was about to say something very unprofessional when Crystal cut in again, probably sensing I was about to blow.
“Mr. McGrath has had this idea for years. He trained here five years ago--a lot of people don’t know the man behind the myth. With his tried and trusted marketing image, he’s definitely the man for your endorsement.”
I cut in. “That’s an unabashed sales pitch, but hell, that’s the reason we are all here, isn’t it? You know what you’re getting with me. A household name with expanding popularity.”
“Well, in theory.” Suit number one was talking again.
“Excuse me?” I seethed.
“I mean, in theory you are expanding. I haven’t seen any numbers on that.”
“Did you not get the report I sent you at the start of the tournament?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t usually read the emails that come through from people I don’t know.”
I clenched my fists. I was about to fucking boil over and it wasn’t even ten a.m. yet. What the fuck was the matter with these people? They call themselves professionals, and they can’t even read a damn email?
“There, just resent,” Crystal jumped in again. Damn, she was good at knowing right when I was about to go apeshit on some dumbass corporate suits. And moreover, seeing how good she was at her job had the unintended effect of turning me on even more.
“You know what, since this is the first you’re seeing of the main data, why don’t we give you some time to look it over. I am going to head into the hotel to take care of a couple emails and things. And Crystal, we need to work on the marketing templates. They are on my laptop upstairs though.”
She squinted at me, seeming a little confused. “The marketing templates?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling out my chair. “Remember the ones we started this morning?”
“I-”
I had to cut her off or she might ruin my fun. “Anyways. Suits, we’ll be back in twenty minutes or so to wrap up this discussion. I would appreciate it if you had some actual questions for me this go around. And let me know if you have any problems understanding the data my consultant sent you.” My tone was dripping with disdain, and I didn’t give a fuck. I was starting to wonder what these guys did on the island all day, other than sit on the patio and drink margaritas.
Crystal followed my lead and exited the table. As soon as we were out the door and out of site of the suits, I put my hand on the small of her back right above her ass.
“What are you talking about with these marketing templates? I thought you didn’t even own a laptop.”
“I don’t,” I smirked as we got to the front desk of the hotel.
“Well then what the hell are we doing?”
“Sir, I’ll take the keys to room four-twenty-one.”
“Of course, Mr. McGrath.” He handed me one of those old-fashioned keys, not a keycard. Gotta love Island hotels.
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, and guided Crystal to the elevator.
“What the hell? You have a room?”
I turned to her. “My manager made me rent a room just in case of emergency. It’s already paid for.”
“Emergency? What happened? Is everything okay?” By the tone of her voice, she seemed genuinely worried.
The elevator dinged and we stepped inside. The doors closed and I pinned her against the wall.
“Yeah, we do have an emergency. I need to be inside you right now or I’m going to lose my shit,” I grunted.
I ran my hand up her skirt along her luscious thighs, up to her ass, and squeezed over her panties. “Oh, God Connor,” she whimpered.
I attacked her mouth ferociously with mine, and worked kisses down her neck until the elevator dinged. An older, white-haired couple stood at the door when it opened. The man’s gaze shot to my hand, and I realized I was still fully palming Crystal’s ass.
For a moment, I thought he might chide us for getting busy in the elevator, but instead he nodded approvingly while his wife giggled.
“We’ve all been there, buddy,” he said in a raspy voice. Crystal was smiling, though her face was beet red.
“Well thank you very much my good man. The elevator is all yours.” we stepped into the hallway and I held the door open for the two of them.
“Thank you, Sonny,” he said, and as the door closed, the man winked.
I swear I heard some fumbling around in the elevator. “Well I’ll be goddamned. That guy's still got it.”
“More like she’s still got it,” Crystal quipped.
I put my hand on her hips and guided her toward the room.
“You better watch that mouth, naughty girl, or I’ll show you who’s still got it,” I growled as I turned the key and pushed our door open.
A burst of light from the window greeted us.
“Holy shit, Connor, check out this view.” She walked to the edge of the balcony, which looked out over the beach. I lingered behind for a moment, watching her from behind. The way the sun outlined her blonde hair, creamy skin and black dress was like she had movie lighting. “Gorgeous, isn’t it?” She turned, perhaps wanting my approval.
“I’m not going to lie,” I nodded. “It’s a great ass.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed the tip of her finger into my chest. “I mean the beach. Doesn’t it look so good from up here? Oh, and look! You can see the whole island, all of those big rocks.”
I pulled up next to her on the balcony looked out, and took a deep breath. Crystal’s hair blew free in the wind and she had the most genuine, unconscious smile I’d ever seen her wear in the short month we’d known each other. It wasn’t lost on me that she was so drawn to the beauty of the island she ran right past the luxurious interior of the hotel’s penthouse suite, the huge bed, the fancy sheets, all of it. At heart, she was an outdoors girl. My instincts had been right all along.
“You didn’t even look inside the big fancy apartment. You’re not pissed that I made us stay in a rundown cabana when we could have been staying here?”
She shrugged. “I mean, the view is nice. But being all the way in the interior of the island makes me feel more alive, you know? It reminds me...of how I used to live, growing up on the farm in Mississippi.”
I furrowed my brow, then wrapped my arms around her voluptuous little body. I loved the way her body softened against my hard muscles. “You haven’t talked much about that.”
She sighed into me, and I inhaled her fresh scent. Why did she smell like flowers?
“I know I’m working in fashion and style now, but times were simpler back then. I didn’t need, a fancy bed like this to make me happy. Even though I resisted it at first, I think I am enjoying living with you way out in the middle of nowhere, taking muddy motorcycle rides. It’s reminded me that I don’t need all these nice things to be happy.” She gestured toward the multiple couches and bed in the penthouse, and started walking toward it, her heels clicking on the floor.
Just the sound made my cock pound. I grinned as I followed her inside onto the bed. “Who needs a bed this big anyway? And these sheets! These have to be at least eight-hundred thread count,” she said as she ran a hand across the smooth top sheet. “Who needs covers this soft?”
“You do.”
“I do?”
“Yes, you do. So that when I fuck you hard against them, you don’t get carpet burn.”
Her bottom lip dropped, and I pushed her onto the bed.
“Are you ready to fuck in style, Princess?” I grunted, running my hand up her legs, wasting no time in arriving at her crotch. I thumbed her clit through the tiny thong she wore,
“Yes,” she whispered. She was already helpless under my touch.
“You’ve been such a good girl. You deserve it.”
14 - Crystal
This hotel was ridiculous. I couldn’t get over how swanky it was. After living in the small fishing village and in the hut for the past month, I’d forgotten that there was also luxury on Easter Island too.
Connor showing me this taste of five-star heaven had me melting, even though I should have been scolding him for dragging me away from the Zoreto meeting just to fuck me. I was still burning up over their blasé attitude towards Connor’s career, and their outright dissing of my Irish fighter. It served them right to cool their heels for a while.
I spread my thighs as I knelt on the bed and tossed a look over my shoulder. Lord, I was never going to get used to seeing Connor in all his rugged splendor gazing at me as if I was the best thing he’d ever seen. A girl’s head could get turned when faced with such constant positive reinforcement.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered, but it was a token protest. I was a very good girl for Connor and I deserved everything he gave me.
His thumbs worked my thong down, and I quivered as the cool air conditioned air swept over my pussy. Damn the man. With just a few hot words and a couple touches and I was liquefied for him.
“You’re thinking too much. Wouldn’t you be able to handle those shitehawks better after I’ve made you come repeatedly?”
He had a point.
I wiggled my hips, and Connor’s massive, scarred hands smoothed over the now exposed curve of my ass.
“Yes,” I whispered again. But what else could I say when Connor had his thumb stroking my clit, causing the little button to throb and my pussy to clench with want.
“Mm, look at this pretty little pussy of yours. I don’t know what I want to shove into it first: my tongue or my cock.”
I couldn’t handle it when he started spitting all that dirty talk at me in his Irish accent. I closed my eyes and fisted the sheets, losing myself to the sublime sexual spell Connor wrapped me up in. We were so irresponsible, ditching a meeting just to have a tumble in a hotel room.
When I didn’t respond, Connor grazed one of my cheeks with a sharp slap, and I jerked on the bed. “I didn’t hear your answer, Princess.”
“I want you inside me! Please!”
Connor stroked his hand up my spine, and tangled his fingers in my hair. I quivered when he got a fistful and reeled back, forcing me into a perfect position. “I love the way you look like this.”
I bit my lip as my mind latched onto that four-letter word. It was so casual, but lately I’d been thinking too much about how I felt about him. Once we crossed over to sleeping together, and not just the one-time thing but spending every night with him inside me, and every morning waking up in his arms, I couldn’t deny that he’d burrowed his way into my heart.
And it scared the hell out of me.
“Connor,” I moaned as if this lust would save me from the emotional whammy I was drowning beneath.
He surprised me by tugging me up onto my knees, and then flipping me onto my back. I sprawled over the luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets, and felt like the Princess he called me. After spending a month without all this finery, I was nearly overwhelmed.
“I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you,” he breathed down at me, his intensity a sucker punch to my heart.
I bit my lip to stop from professing how I felt about him. How could I be in love with him in such a short period of time? While I hadn’t ever been in love before, I’d seen it firsthand between my parents before my dad died.
I closed my eyes, and tried to blot out the sight of him. He wasn’t having it though, not as he shoved my dress up around my hips, and leaned over to blow a gust of hot breath over my hotter pussy.
“Fuck,” I whimpered and spread my thighs wider.
“Eyes up here, Princess. You don’t get to hide those pretty blues.”
Did he know what he was doing to me? Connor was unravelling me, bulldozing with his usual devil may care attitude through the walls I’d built.
I was vulnerable to him, and afraid what that meant. He said he wanted me to be his girl. He promised me this wasn’t just an island fling. But, that required putting so much faith in him, and I wasn’t sure I was capable of it.
“Watch,” he commanded again.
I was helpless against his order as I feast on my prizefighter. Connor McGrath in a suit was the best sort of porn. I licked my lips as he loosened the skinny tie he wore with a casual, debonair flair, and then bit my inner cheek when he tossed it aside and began pulling at the buttons on his shirt. With each flick of his blunt fingers, more of his rugged appeal was revealed. He shrugged the expensive fabric off, and folded it neatly with his suit jacket, revealing his ripped body and the tattoos that adorned him like a roadmap of where he’d been in life. I wouldn’t deny I was obsessed with the phoenix which was inked over his chest. He could have fallen l
ike so many great fighters before him. Been lost to booze and drugs, only to be remembered in his obituary years later of what a great talent he’d been.
Instead, he’d pulled himself back to fighting form, and better.
“What are you thinking,” he asked as he drew his belt free. He snapped it into the air with a playful leer, and I quivered before him.
“I was admiring your tattoos.”
“For such a good Southern belle, you really like when I’m bad, don’t you Princess.”
He and I were such opposites. In any other time, we’d never have gotten together. But that was only if I wasn’t being true to myself.
“I fucking love the bad,” I whispered, getting a taste of vulgarity on my tongue and flashing him a naughty smile.
Connor shucked his pants, and per usual, he was commando. His big dick curved towards his navel, and my pussy clenched all over again. I still couldn’t believe I could take all of him, nor how good it felt to do it.
“Keep your legs open.”
I didn’t dare disobey. I was mostly fully dressed, and he was naked. It was so damn sinful my womb quivered and my pussy dripped with my juices. Despite how my muscles tensed, desperate to close and preserve my chastity, I kept myself open for him.
The bed jiggled beneath me as he knelt on the edge. He pressed a kiss to my ankle right above the delicate strap of my high heel. “This is what dreams are made of.”
I tilted my head. “What is?”
“You spread on a bed, in a fancy room, looking every inch the debutante.”
I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. He knew I was from a small town in Mississippi, and definitely not a debutante.
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