6-HELENA

What the hell was wrong with that man?

I threw myself on the bed asking myself that question over and over as I bounced off the water mattress, and the truth is that no answer came to mind.

I was upset.

And very mad.

First, I didn't see him at lunchtime, so I had to sit with some tourists talking about banalities to give Chris time to show up, but no, he never did.

And I didn’t see him for the rest of the day anywhere, I asked kailani if ​​he knew about his location and he’d replied he hadn’t seen him since the morning and of course, I wasn’t going to ask for his room number and embarrass him yet more.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw him approach me in that ridiculous outfit and looking all embarrassed.

And about to boil.

The poor thing was melting under all those clothes; I really needed to think a bit before doing any of my shenanigans.

I felt really bad seeing how embarrassed he looked because of me when I told him the truth, but in my defense, I never thought Chris would do something like that just to please me.

He didn’t need to, I mean, he just had to be close to me for my whole being to react. And if he was shirtless, showing me that marked abdomen, those broad and strong shoulders, those tense arms and his trapezius... Good heavens, I wasn’t immune to his charm and from what I felt when we were hugged, I knew he wasn’t immune of me either.

I hope you understand what I meant...

But then his face showed me how exposed he felt when he told me he wouldn’t leave here indifferent after meeting me and I just wanted to throw myself into his arms to comfort him and tell him everything would be fine.

His attitude led me to ask myself the following question...

Was Chris always an insecure person or did something lead him to be that way?

And if so, who had hurt him so badly to mark him this way?

It wasn’t fair. As someone who had been in that position, I knew no one had the right to make someone else feel inferior.

So, when I saw him again, I would talk to him; I would tell him he shouldn’t fear whatever happened between us.

I was in between those thoughts when I stopped hearing the water running and the bathroom door opened.

I was getting up on my elbows so I could see him coming in, when froze with his eyes wide when he noticed me in his bed.

And me? Well, everything I had planned to say to him went to hell when I saw some drops of water falling from his hair down his chest to then be absorbed by the unfair material of the towel surrounding his hips.

“That body is only thanks to the construction thing?” I asked unable to avoid the accusatory tone in my voice.

“What?” He stuttered still without moving from where he was.

“You know, picking up bricks, mixing concrete, putting beams, and using the sledgehammer? Is it just that or do you also go to the gym?”

"Well, I..." He cleared his throat before he could continue speaking, "I thought you were gone and I'd like to get dressed before we continue talking, actually."

"I just took out the shirt to be thrown away and... you can get dressed and answer at the same time," I said pointing to the closet and looking at it challengingly, "I'm not stopping you... Am I?"

I wanted to laugh at his discomfort, but tried to keep my serious expression a little longer.

Sighing wearily, Chris moved across the room to retrieve a black boxer from the closet and proceed to tuck it under the towel.

"Nice dimples," I murmured having an excellent view of his back and butt when he took off the towel, "I didn't dare tell you yesterday."

I couldn't hide my smile anymore when I heard him laugh.

“And you do now?” He asked amused.

"Definitely," I said ogling him when, despite myself, I handed him his pants. "So? You go to the gym?”

"Yes," he answered taking the garment to put it on, "Are you always this attentive to all your customers?"

I didn’t miss the hint of irony with which he said those words, but I decided to put them aside because watching him getting dressed was much more entertaining.

Although of course, I think it would be more fun if he undressed...

"If it bothered you, you would have complained by now, don't you think?" God, the man was like the cheese. “Your body reminds me of The Rock.”

“The rock?” He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. "I met him; it’s been the only time I've had to look up."

“Is he taller than you?” I asked impressed.

"A little, yes," he accepted the white shirt and proceeded to put it on. "It's incredible that you hit my size," he said surprised.

“Dude, I stroked that body, give me a little credit, can you?” I noticed the scratches on his right arm when he applied deodorant before buttoning his shirt.

He laughed a bit embarrassed, running his hands through his still damp hair to push it away from his face.

"Thank you," he said sitting next to me and taking one of my hands in the process. "And thanks for staying too, Helena. I like your company and your colorful personality. And I am very sorry to have reacted as I did a moment ago.”

Well, now the blush one was me.

Where did this man come from?

"And all for a kiss," I murmured looking into his eyes.

“You wanted me to kiss you?” He whispered bringing his face close to mine.

“Haven't I been direct enough?” I asked amused. “It's the only thing I've thought about since I saw you lying on my table,” I said serious now, my voice agitated when his lips were almost on mine.

I felt the brush of his open mouth against mine, my breath mixing with his; I was about to jump on him and rape him at that very moment.

But fucking fate had another idea and just when everything was about to get out of control, a shrill sound began to be heard from outside, making a very agitated Chris jump back.

“What a girl must to do to be kissed?” I asked throwing myself back on the bed with my hands covering my face.

“What's that noise?”

I couldn't help but laugh hearing the confusion in his voice.

“The Luau’s opening,” I explained resigned getting up from the bed and dragging him out with me “Anyway, we'll leave this for later.”

"Wait," he said stopping me, "I'm barefoot, what should I wear?"

"Flipflops will be fine," I said with a shrug. "Although you can go like this too..."

"No thanks," he said, going to the closet and taking out some black Adidas flipflops and putting them on. "I don't like going barefoot."

"You're very weird, did you know?"

I opened the door to the balcony that led to the beach since there was the party, and laced my fingers with his.

“Does it bother you me doing this?” I asked raising our linked hands.

"A little, yes," he nodded but I couldn't see his face very well due to the absence of light. "I think it's the lack of habit."

"Well, get used to it, my friend," I said squeezing his hand, "because I'm not going to give up on you, okay? And you better get used to the idea that tonight that mouth will be kissed by these cuties,” I said getting up on my feet to kiss him loudly on the cheek and making him laugh in the process.

"Well," he let out a resigned sigh, "I can't fight the current, right?"

“Completely true, baby.”

We walked for a few minutes until I stopped to take off my sandals as my feet sank in the sand, and shortly after we found the path of torches that led us to the party, which, by the sound of the drums, was in full swing.

I stopped when I felt Chris stiffen next to me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked confused.

"I'm not sure I want to be here, Helena," he said a little pale. "I don't like these kinds of situations."

Then I remembered that yesterday he had told me how uncomfortable it was to be in crowded places.

"It's just the music that's loud, Chris," I explained pulling him towards me. "There won't be a lot people, okay? We’re in the low season and surely you have noticed that the resort is practically empty.”

“It’s this really so important for you to eat here?” He asked looking at me with a frown.

"The pig is spectacular," I answered frankly, "In low season the Luaus are not as often as in high season... and I am really, really hungry."

I pouted at him with imploring eyes until I made him laugh.

"If I can't stand it, I'm leaving, Helena," he said hesitant, "You can stay, but don't ask me to...”

"Only until we eat the pig," I promised, "They must be about to get it off the ground by now."

“From where?” He asked with interest as we entered the space where the party was taking place.

I wasn’t wrong, most of the people there were mostly employees and locals.

“The pork is made in an underground oven,” I shouted to make myself listen as we looked for a table as far away from the hustle and bustle “It's delicious, the skin is crispy and the meat melts in your mouth...”

As I spoke, we sat next to each other and I explained what was happening on the platform located a few feet from us.

"They are dancing a Hula," I explained to him when I saw a group of girls moving their hips, "It’s the traditional dance here, the clothing, the movements... everything is linked to the heritage the Polynesian ancestors left when they arrived here."

"It's very pretty," Chris said in my ear so as not to scream, "So it's normal to see women wearing coconut bras and grass skirts? I thought it was something from movies.”

"And don't forget that men also wear those skirts that are actually made of leaves and not grass," I explained laughing.

"Oh, my mistake," he said amused.

"Aloha, Lena."

I looked away from Chris to focus on Leilani, a coworker and apparently our waitress tonight.

"Aloha, Leila," I said greeting her, "This is Chris, a friend."

“I know who he is!” The girl exclaimed enthusiastically, "You're Roy, right? Niko told us about you.”

“Roy?” I asked surprised, "You have a day here and you already have a nickname? It took me three weeks to get mine.”

"You didn't talk to the right people, apparently," he murmured hiding his smile behind the glass of water.

Ah... A comedian, right? I was starting to see this man’s real personality.

“What can I offer you to drink?” Leila asked making us break eye contact.

"A virgin piña colada," I said, smiling at her. "You can bring him one too, but add the liquor they won't put in mine to his." The girl left laughing when she wrote down our order.

“Are you planning to get me drunk?” He murmured in my ear.

“Would it be that bad?” I turned my face until our noses touched. "Are you afraid that I’ll do things to you without your consent?"

“As which?” He murmured surprising me for the first time when I felt his hand place on my lower back.

Fuck, that contact made me shudder.

"Hmm," I cleared my throat trying to remember his question. "I... maybe I'd start... by accidentally placing my hand in some unthinkable places..."

I physically shuddered when one of his fingers ran down my spine until it reached the area not covered by the dress.

“Are you cold, Helena?” He asked removing his hand, and putting it back on the back of my chair.

“If you do that again, I...”

"Two piña coladas coming." We both jumped in our seats with Leila's voice; she put two Tiki glasses on the table. "One virgin and one really experienced."

I laughed, not at Leilani's bad joke, but at the look of embarrassment that covered Chris's face.

“Are you dancing today, Lena?” Leila asked excitedly "It would be fun to see you."

“You dance the hula?” Chris asked in surprise.

“No!” We both exclaimed breaking into laughter.

“Lena is really bad, but she is very entertaining to watch too.”

"Bring me the pig and then we'll talk," I said, pointing at her with the straw of my drink, "When I'm famished, I don't think well."

Just at that moment, a commotion broke out and said pig arrived in the arms of four men.

"I think I'll have to dance," I murmured with a grimace making Leila laugh.

“You’ll be the first eating!” She said, speeding away.

“Will you really dance if you don't want to?” Chris asked me drinking for the first time.

“Is it very strong?” I asked worried, "I'll ask you to bring another one with less liquor...”

"It's very good," he said laughing as he grabbed the hand I had raised. "It's just that I hadn't tried something like that before."

I looked at his hand still holding mine and smiled when I saw he didn't let go of it.

"I don't mind dancing," I said returning to the previous topic before taking my drink. "I'm a mediocre dancer, but that doesn't mean I don't like doing it.”

"But there’s a good amount of people here, Helena," he explained surprised looking around, "Don't you mind making a fool of yourself in front of them?"

"I wouldn't be making a fool of myself if I'm being aware of what I'm doing, Chris," I explained with a shrug. "I'm don’t get easily embarrassed and even less when I do something I'm not good at."

We appreciated the food that was placed before us, and I watched anxiously as Chris took a bite of the pork.

"Oh, God." he closed her eyes and threw his head back as he chewed. "What a delight...”

I forgot my food and just stared at him like an idiot at the erotic act the man was giving me.

“You’re not going to eat?” he asked when he saw I hadn’t touched the food. “You said you were starving and now you don't eat? This is delicious, by the way, thanks for making me come...”

"I'm sorry, but I have to," I said interrupting him.

“The what?” He asked confused.

"This," I mumbled bringing one of my hands to his neck and pulling him towards me until his lips collided with mine.

At the first contact of our mouths, I felt him tensed, but a few seconds later his body relaxed and one of his hands anchored on my head to move me at a better angle.

Motherfucker.

His lips parted to suck on my lower lip and then his tongue, his tongue!

He licked it before plunging into my mouth.

I moaned feeling my body melt against his and my mouth began to respond his demanding kiss.

Lips, tongues, teeth, hair pulling, all that made me forget where we were and who we were. There was only him and me and the best kiss I could receive.

Because the man knew how to kiss; he took without asking permission and returned on the same level.

I heard his moan as my tongue caressed his and my nails dug into his neck as I moved even closer to him if possible.

Suddenly a cheer and exclamations of joy were heard around us and made me aware of where we were and that those applause were due to our little show.

“Get a room!” Someone yelled, making the clapping and whistling to intensify.

Chris pulled me away from him as if I had hit him and looking like a tomato he stared at his plate.

"Chris..." My voice came out breathless as I still couldn't calm my breathing.

"Not now, Helena," he murmured bringing his glass to his mouth and taking a long gulp of it.

"But, Chris..." I touched his thigh, feeling it tighten even more under my hand.

"Don't touch me," he said pulling my hand away and eating again. "Just eat."

“You're not even going to see me after you've given me the most amazing kiss of my life?” I asked hurt.

He stopped the fork from his mouth for a second before continuing to eat.

"I can't now, okay?" He said clenching his hands around the silverware, "Just eat."

Is that how he was going to act then? Okay, so be it, we could both play the same game.

I was determined to eat and ignore him as he did while the plates were being placed on the table; Lomi lomi pork, fish wrapped in banana leaves, baked chicken, spiced rice and other typical dishes were the stars of the night until I couldn't take it anymore and put my plate aside.

I left my napkin on the table and looked at Chris as he took a swig of his drink, surprising me to find him looking at me thoughtfully.

That couldn't be good.

"Helena..." Oh, God. He regretted accepting my invitation. “I'm sorry.”

I knew it! I felt my heart beat desperately, aware of my stupidity having kissed him in that place

The atmosphere had relaxed a while ago and a group of ukuleles started to play, but now another group was coming up and would play the music for the Hula's challenge.

I noticed Leila motioning for me to come closer and I nodded.

"Don't apologize," I said, getting up from the table, "I was to blame when I kissed you, I understand, it won't happen again."

“What? No," He shook his head confused “You don't understand, you...”

"I have to go dancing," I interrupted him, walking away, "I'll understand if you want to go, bye...”

I almost ran to the stage where they waited for me with the clothe they would put over my dress.

"That was hot," Josh muttered appearing next to me suddenly, "I thought you'd fuck in front of everyone, babe. I still feel feverish!”

"I don't think I should have kissed him, Josh," I said feeling absurdly sad. "He got upset with me and now he doesn't speak to me because he doesn't like public displays of affection...”

"He'll get over it," he said dismissing the idea with his hand, "I thought he'd devour you whole, baby. He won’t last long mad.”

“You think?” I asked hopeful.

"Definitely, now go make a fool of yourself as you love," He pushed me to the stage where there were five more contestants.

And well, it's not like I could count for much, I mean, I was the first to be eliminated, as always, but I can't really move my waist like those girls do, neither my arms nor my feet nor... nothing.

Before getting off the stage I noticed that the table where I had been with Chris a while ago was empty, so I took off the clothes and feeling disappointed as I hadn’t felt in a long time, I walked away from the area of the party without saying goodbye to anyone and headed home.

“Where are you going?” He muttered stopping me with his hand on my shoulder, scaring me in the process.

“Are you crazy?!” I exclaimed feeling my heart in my throat "Don't do that again."

“I’m sorry...!

"Yeah," I said turning around and walking away from him, "Apparently that's the only thing you like to say."

"Don't leave me talking to myself, Helena," He tried to take my hand, but I quickly pulled away. "What's wrong? Why don't you let me touch you?”

“Look,” I started to say stopping suddenly and making him collide with my back since I didn't want to turn to see him “I understand I shouldn't have kissed you, much less in a place full of drunk and happy people, but you didn't have to separate me like that... Idiot!”

I started to walk even faster when I heard his laugh breaking the silence surrounding us.

“And you dare to laugh too?” I exclaimed stopping again and this time yes, turning with my mouth open "You are a... a... a...”

“You misunderstood my state of mind, Helena,” he said surprising me by leaning against me “I wasn’t mad that you kissed me in front of those people and I was definitely not embarrassed,” He murmured pushing me until my back collided with the trunk of a tree “And if I didn't let you to touch me, it wasn’t because I didn’t want your touch, but because wherever you kept touching me, you were going to find... something.”

“With something?” I whispered on a ragged breath as I felt his lips caressing my neck.

"I needed to calm down a bit after that kiss, you know?" My head fell back hitting the tree when I felt his hands climbing up my legs as his mouth went up giving soft kisses through my jaw. "Do you want to know how I felt?"

"Yes..." I answered breathlessly, reaching my hands up into his hair and anchoring myself there.

I moaned in surprise when my feet stopped touching the ground and my legs were suddenly circling his hips, making me feel the harsh proof of his arousal as it rested against my pussy.

"That's how I felt, Helena," he murmured against my lips, moving his hips against mine and making me shudder completely, "If you kept touching me, I was going to throw you under the table no matter who saw us...”

I desperately sought for his mouth, rubbing against his sex for more friction as his hands lowered the straps of my dress and left my breasts bare.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to touch these beauties,” he murmured as he took his mouth off mine and lowered it to my right nipple to suck it “And do this...”

Oh God. This was insane. Though we were apart from everyone and in the dark, this was a busy place and they could see us.

So, I had to stop him and find another place where we could continue this meeting so... so.

"Chris..." I tried to stop him, but all I did was gasp as I felt his tongue around my nipple. "Oh, God. Give me more...”

"Yes..." He left my breasts to return to my mouth as one of his hands slipped under my dress and we both moaned when he touched me over my thong "I feel your heat still through the fabric," he murmured biting my lower lip.

"And I wish there was no fabric," I gasped licking his lips before digging my nails into his scalp. "Do something, Chris. Make me feel good.”

Nodding, he pushed the fabric aside and God, at the first touch of his fingers against my clit I wanted to scream.

“Like this?” Chris whispered pulling away to try to see my face, "What do you like, Helena?"

"Just like that," I exclaimed, moving against his hand when he started making circular motions with his fingers. "Oh, Chris... Yes!"

My head fell against his shoulder as I shuddered with pleasure at his every move, so I bit him when I felt like I couldn't bear that agony anymore.

"You're so sexy," he murmured in my ear, "And you're so wet and hot, Helena... My mouth feels jealous because it's not the one giving you pleasure...”

That was all it took.

I came so hard that I had to bury my face in the collar of his shirt to muffle the scream that surprised me by wanting to get out of me.

"Oh, God," I exclaimed raising my head a few seconds later so I could look at him smiling. "That was... I can't explain it. Who the hell are you?”

I felt and saw how he tensed and his face changed.

“What are you talking about?” He asked making me wince when he removed his fingers from my overstimulated clit.

"All that sexy talk while your fingers and mouth were driving me crazy" I lowered my shaking legs and sank my hands at the button of his pants and started to open it.

“What are you doing?" he mumbled seeing I reached into his pants and touched his cock “Woao, wait, Helena this was just for..." he moaned when I tightened my hand around him “... You.”

"Oh my..." I muttered as I released him completely from his boxer and marveled at what he had between his legs, "How can you walk around like nothing with this weapon between your legs, Royce?"

My question made him laugh and shudder at the same time.

"That feels good," he murmured leaning his head against mine as I started to go up and down his length. "But you must stop, okay? I'm going to make a fool of myself at any moment.”

With a sound of disagreement, I began to move my hand even faster over his length, putting the other under his shirt to touch his abdomen until I got to his nipples and caress one gently.

"I wanna feel you come..." I murmured in his ear, sucking it in the process. "Now."

With a high-pitched growl, I felt him shudder against me, the proof of his pleasure falling into my hand and my dress as he breathed heavily against my temple trying to catch his breath.

“Hmm.”

His mouth sought mine in a sensual kiss that stole all my senses as his tongue lazily brushed my lips before parting.

"That was..." He trailed off when we heard a branch crack near us and then voices.

“Did you say something?” someone asked.

"I think we're more drunk than we thought," replied his companion.

"No... the sound came from there," the person kept insisting, making Chris and I to tense up.

Motherfucker.