When I finally find the entrance to the Mermaid, the sky has gotten dark. It’s a combination of the sun setting and the clouds rolling in. Kathy already called me to say that I have to get off the island in the next twenty minutes or I’m going to have to stay the night. It took me more than that just to get to the damn place. It’s so far off the main road, and none of these stupid streets are signposted. I guess they just expect people to find it. No wonder her business is failing. Nobody can find it. The place is literally next door to my resort, but there’s not one good way to get to it.My pilot sends me a text from the mainland saying he’s getting hail and has to put the plane in the hangar.“Fucking great,” I say through clenched teeth.Then another text pops up from the helipad. They’re packing it in since the storm is moving faster than they thought.I take a deep breath, trying not to let this get to me. I need to remember why I’m here and take care of business. So I have to s
After I lock my door and walk to the front of the hotel I see it’s already pouring rain. By the entrance there’s a basket full of umbrellas, with a note to take one. I grumble again as I pull the collar on my shirt up around my neck and blow by them. Why are all the little touches so annoying? Can’t they just operate like a normal hotel?The air is muggy as I make my way under the canopy of trees and in the vague direction Ken pointed. Of course, there’s no goddamn cell reception on this island, so I just have to guess where to go from here.Up ahead I see a building with glowing lights and can make out a neon fish on the roof. That must be the place. When I get closer I see the place is basically a shack. The door has been propped open with a few pieces of driftwood, and music is blaring through the open windows.The Red Din is crowded for a weekday and I’m surprised. Is this whole island just one big party? I guess nobody does any real work when the sun goes down.I walk inside, but
“I see you’ve got a taste for the local cuisine,” Dolly says, breaking my concentration. I look at her and see she’s not talking about my food but nodding to the woman at the door. “That girl is like a daughter to everyone on this island,” she says, turning to face me. “You hurt her, and I’ll turn you from a sea cucumber into a clam with one shuck.” She tips her glass to me as she takes a sip and walks over to the other side of the bar to take a drink order.I watch as the woman moves up to the bar and leans over to give Dolly a kiss on the cheek. The motion pushes her breasts up and over the top of the bar, and I get a look right down the front of her top. The image of my cock popping up between them fills my mind and suddenly I can’t think straight. I take a drink of my beer to distract myself and to have a moment to get my thoughts together.I’m not here to fuck local pussy. I’m here for a business deal and then I’m getting the hell off this island. But then the devil on my shoulde
My breath hitches as I realize what I’d just said. I lost my cherry. I want to die of embarrassment, but I try to play it cool like I was flirting and not complaining about losing the mixed drink.“It’s really just cherry limeade with a splash of vodka,” I tell him. His eyes go to my lips and I can’t stop myself from licking them.Then I look to his and notice for the first time how full they are. Then I imagine what they’d feel like against mine…on my neck. I realize I’m staring at him when his mouth forms a half-smile and I’ve been caught lost in a fantasy.Luckily at that moment Dolly sets my drink down and I reach out and grab it. I take a long sip of it as I try to give myself something to do. I peek over the top of the glass at him and can’t help but think he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s big, but damn, that doesn’t even begin to cover it. He’s not only taller than me, but double the width. I’ve always been tall for a girl, and I’m used to men being my
“She’s mine.” Dario’s deep rumble catches me off-guard.I’m surprised by such a caveman statement, but I’m more surprised by how much I like it. I had no idea he was going to be so possessive, but the warm slide between my legs tells me he should keep doing that. Yeah, this guy has heartbreak written all over him.Derick chuckles. “You and Aisha. Y’all are always getting those tourists to chase after you,” he says, looking up at the ceiling. “You going to get a bra up there tonight?”I make a face like I’m grossed out, but really I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be one of those couples who couldn’t control themselves. The type that had to have one another so badly that they couldn’t wait to get home. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to not care that you’re in some bar bathroom. But the part afterward is my favorite. Watching the guy come out like a warrior who just claimed a kingdom as he tosses her bra up on a nail is always fun. I’ve seen it happen a few times an
I’ve never let a man stop me from having a good time and I’m not going to let it happen tonight. We get lost in the music for so long that we don’t even realize how much time has passed. Soon the dance floor is packed and two guys I’ve never seen before come sliding up to us.I turn around to face away from them, but when I do I run right into Dario. He’s looming over me, but he’s not looking at me. Instead he’s got his eyes on the guys behind me.“Fuck off,” Dario orders the guys and then dismisses them as he looks down at me.The music is loud, but I can feel the possession rolling off of him. Somehow it’s not suffocating. Instead it’s pulling me closer to him. He puts his hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him. He leans down and I can feel his warm breath in my ear.“I want to finish the drink you owe me.”“Oh, you’re not busy with someone else? I thought…” I trail off when I realize I’m shouting.The music has been switched off and I look towards the jukebox to see the sh
You can’t do this.I ignore the warning in my head, grab her hand, throw some money on the table, and practically run out of the bar. When we get to the door, the storm is hitting hard and it’s pouring outside.“Climb on up,” I tell Jade as I turn around and give her my back.“A piggy-back ride?” she asks, but she’s grinning like it’s Christmas morning.“You got it, princess.” She hops on, and I raise her up as her arms come around my shoulders and I hold on to her thighs. “Wouldn’t want you getting your pretty feet muddy.”“Getting dirty doesn’t bother me.” Her lips press against my neck, and I swear my knees get a little weak.I dart out the door and into the warm rain. The drops echo as I go and drown out all the voices in my head telling me how wrong this is. That I shouldn’t take her to bed. She’s the reason I’m on this damn island to begin with. When I saw her in the bar I was surprised to find something I liked about this place. I’ve spent every second here counting down to whe
“Spread your legs,” I order as my fingers find the edge of her shorts and unbutton them.I peel the wet denim down her legs, along with her lacy panties. Her bare thighs are glistening with rainwater, and I lean forward and taste a drop as it chases down her tanned skin. When I slip off her bottoms I run my hands up from her ankles to her hips. Her bare pussy is in front of my face, clean shaven with soft folds that hide her clit.“You do this all the time?” I run the pad of my thumb against her smooth lips, delicately stroking where there’s no hair.She bites her bottom lip then nods. I can tell she’s shy about me looking at her, but her innocence is making me feel like a god.“So fucking pretty,” I whisper as I lean forward and place a kiss on her lips. “Sit on the bed for me, Jade.”She does as I ask, and I move between her knees as I reach for her wet tank top and pull it off of her. When I reach around her back to take her bra off, she tugs on my own wet shirt and peels it off me
When Olivia doesn’t have her hands full with Chuck, she’s attending one of her art classes or working in her studio. The boys and I worked on the weekends to build it for her so she’d have somewhere to paint on the property. Without using any of her connections, she’s managed to get her work into many of the local galleries and amass quite the following online under a pseudonym. She was hesitant at first to pursue it.“My parents always told me it was stupid,” she said when she first brought it up to me. But I pushed her.“That’s exactly why you should do it then.”Now every time I come home and see her covered in paint, wearing her oversized pair of coveralls with her hair tied back in a ponytail, it makes my heart go absolutely wild when I think that she is mine.Lugging Chuck over my shoulder, I stride in through the front door to find her at the sink finishing up some dishes.“Shouldn’t you be relaxing?” I ask her. “Dinner was hours ago.”“Oh, I was hungry, so I made myself some s
Five years later…“On nights like this, I always think of my dad.” I look down at my son, Chuck, named after my father, sitting on a stump beside me as we watch the treetops blow above us from the back of my pickup truck parked at the ridge.“You came here with him a lot?”“He took me here,” I smile, ruffling his hair. “Now I take you here.”“Mom says you guys met here.”“That’s kind of true, yes.”“Was she watching the trees too?”“Yes, she was.” I smile as I stand. “Come on, let’s get back and see her before you have to go to bed.”“But I’m not tired!”Chuck laughs and yelps as I lift him up and toss him over my shoulder like the little sack of potatoes he is, hop down out of the back of the pickup, and toss him into the cab.“Buckle up,” I remind him, which he quickly and proudly does. As I back out, I can’t help but look at the spot where I was parked five years ago on that night—the night that changed my life. As I glance in the rearview mirror, if I look hard enough, I can almos
“Make yourself come, you little whore,” he growls as he pumps his cock, showing me no mercy. And why should he? I’ve showed him none with all my power.It doesn’t take me long. A few concentric circles and I’m there. All the tension and build up from the last week—hell, from all the days since the ridge—it all hits me at once like a thousand fireworks exploding straight in my face. Every nerve ending in my body lights up. I try to scream, but my throat is stuffed with his manly inches.Sweet relief overwhelms me. More tears spill from my eyes. I gag on his glorious manhood and feel his cock pulse hard. He quickly pulls out and makes a sound like an angry laugh as I collapse back onto the floor in a shuddering mess.“You almost made me come, you know that?”I can barely even listen to what he’s saying as I lie at his feet, shaking, quivering, my abs spasming like I’ve just done five thousand sit-ups. But I am aware of him pulling my shorts the rest of the way off and his lips kissing u
If my father could see me now…Down on my knees in front of Anatoli Sidorov with my jaw dropped and my mouth obediently open. He would have a heart attack.But me? My heart is fluttering like a hummingbird, my nerves are tingling, and every bit of energy in my body is buzzing, screaming toward the focal point between my thighs. I’m dying for his touch, as I have been this entire week, but right now the queen has a king, and it is her job to obey.“Open,” he commands.I am, I think, but when he pulls his cock out of his briefs, I understand.I’ve only ever seen penises in porn, but even I know that what I’m looking at is not normal. Not average. In fact, what he’s holding in both hands is far, far above average. “I—I can’t swallow that, Anatoli.”His cock is thick like a solid shaft of muscle, with a long vein running all the way up from the base to the broad head. It stands out straight, stiff as a warrior’s spear, and from the tip drips a long line of what must be pre-cum.“Maybe not
“Is that a question?”God, what a stupid thing to say.Thankfully, Anatoli shakes his head. “No, it’s not.”“How—how do you know?”And an even stupider follow-up.“I’m not stupid,” he replies, taking a step forward, halving the distance between us.Well, that makes one of us.My senses suddenly come alive, and I’m aware of the sweltering heat coming off of his body, his intoxicating scent and the way he towers over me with a presence that would terrify me if the same angry fire were still in his eyes.“You wouldn’t do all of this just to get laid,” he says, taking another step. He’s almost on top of me now. My body is yearning for his touch again. The heat between my legs is growing to unbearable levels. Without his finger inside me, I feel vacant, hollow. I’m dying for him to finish what he began. “So there must be more. Much more. Isn’t that right, Olivia?”“I—so what are you saying, Anatoli?” I stammer. “That you…that you love me?”There’s a flash of amusement in his eyes that catc
Anatoli’s touch is like lightning. Electric pulses course up my spine, igniting flares of passion at the base of my skull that light me up like a Christmas tree.His kiss…Oh God, his kiss.I’ve been waiting, dreaming, absolutely begging for it for the last week. And not having it has been more painful than I ever could have imagined. But now having it is almost just as painful.It’s like too much salt or too much sweet. Too much pleasure, and I can barely comprehend it all. And when he curls his fingers and applies pressure between my legs, he overwhelms me.“Anatoli,” I breathe as he breaks our embrace and drags his lips down my neck. I can feel his hunger. His anger—I can feel it in his fingers as he forces them inside me. My jaw drops, and I practically burst like a popping light bulb. “Oh my God!”“This is what you wanted?” he asks, instantly finding my spot. My back arches off the wall, but he presses me right back against it with his body. I feel his bulge, rock hard and thick
I feel like a secret agent as I slip in the back stairs of the Radcliffe estate. I’m almost certainly being caught on their security cameras. Who knows whether or not the guards are watching the monitors and will come running?I’m in peak shape, but when I reach the door to Olivia’s wing, it feels like every one of my heart valves is ready to tear itself to shreds.All this over a girl I should despise.A girl trying to ruin me.I don’t even wait. I grab the door handle and barge in. Olivia almost jumps out of her skin and leaps back like she was about to open it for me.“Anatoli!” she yelps. I quickly clasp my hand over her mouth and close the door behind me.“Quiet!” I snap with a threatening hiss. “It’s been a week, Olivia. A week and I haven’t heard one word from the sheriff or the town clerk. I told you to call off your dogs or else. Was I not clear!?”The words taste like poison on my tongue. I can see the fear in her eyes as I speak them and want nothing more than to release he
I don’t sleep at all. Every time I close my eyes, I see her.Olivia Radcliffe.“Stop,” I tell myself over and over every time the image of her invades my mind. Rich bitch.You never should have kissed her.It was meant to be a spiteful move. A final fuck you to let her know how badly she’d fucked up, but it backfired hard and left me with a stiff dick that I didn’t want to acknowledge or do anything about but finally had to.Twice.And even that wasn’t enough.As I lie in bed, staring at the flecked paint of my bedroom ceiling, I can still feel her soft, supple waist in my hands from when I held her close.Christ, what it would be like to hold her like that again and stuff my cock inside her sweet little pussy. I’d fuck that queenly attitude right out of her. Make her come on my dick over and over and over again until she couldn’t see straight, walk, or mouth off at all.What are all those billions worth when you are shuddering all over my throbbing cock, queenie?I’d give anything to
“Are you all right, Olivia?” Bennett asks.“Fine,” I reply quickly. “I just – I think I’m going to take a bath. I have a bit of a headache.”“Need someone to run the water for you?”I have my back to him, but I can practically see the smirk on his face when he says that line. I’d like to turn around and tell him off – tell him that Tinder pickup lines don’t actually work in person and that I’m not a trashy slut that’s just going to jump in bed with him.But I don’t.Instead, I turn around, put on my best princess face, and force a painful smile.“No, Bennett. Thank you. That’s quite all right. I’m just going to relax now. Please tell my mom I’m going to go to bed early on your way out.”Unlike me, Bennett doesn’t dig deep for his charms and lets his emotions play out over his face.“Uh huh.” He nods, clicking his lower lip with his tongue. “You know, Olivia, when are you going to realize that this 18-year-old-virgin act just isn’t cute anymore?”“Excuse me?”“You know how many girls I