For a moment I hesitate but then I take a deep breath and nod. My hands go to my breasts and I softly fondle the globes, pushing them together before releasing them. My hands slide down my sides and butterflies erupt in my stomach at the heated look Ali gives me. I avoid my sex and a low sound of discontent leaves him as I touch my thighs.

  His hand rubs over his erection and I know I need to move things along even though I am enjoying teasing him. Using both hands I frame my pussy and he licks his lips. Slowly, I work a single finger beneath the material and touch my sex. Alistair makes a low sound in the back of his throat similar to a growl and I smile.

  “Tease,” he rumbles and I laugh. “Show me.”

  I push the fabric aside and he visibly swallows, his gaze glued to my sex. No one has ever seen this part of me and I suddenly feel shy.

  His left hand runs along my inner thigh until he reaches the apex, his thumb teasing my most intimate flesh.

  “Such a pretty little pussy,” he mumbles, clearly not talking to me. “We’ll need to prep you, baby doll, or my cock will never fit in there without hurting you.”

  A mewling sound erupts from deep within me and his gaze connects with mine. “What was that?” he asks with a small smile. “Do you like the idea of my thick cock wrecking you?”

  My chest heaves with every breath I take, his dirty words driving me crazy.

  “Yes.” The word is barely a whisper but it’s the truth.

  “Good. Now touch yourself.”

  Gathering my arousal I rub between the lips and around my entrance. I know from experience, if I touch my clit it will be over quickly, and I am enjoying teasing him. I watch him as he lowers the zipper on his shorts and pulls his cock out, licking his lips.

  His hand moves leisurely from base to tip and back down again. I’m so mesmerized by his movement that I stop touching myself and so does he.

  “If you stop, I stop,” he explains.

  “I... I want...”

  “Tell me.”

  “I want you to touch me and I want to touch you.” I feel the heat blanketing my face as I say the words.

  Alistair is unfazed and wraps the hand not still resting on my pussy around his thick length. “You can touch me, but I want to watch you come on your own fingers before I touch you.”

  I don’t argue. Slowly I pump his length in my hand, inserting a finger into myself. His gaze darkens and I’m not sure what he likes more, but I push on, inserting a second finger. I match the tempos, fucking myself and stroking him at the same time.

  This is so dirty, so not what I had in mind, but so damn sexy I don’t know if I want to stop.

  “Harder, baby doll. I won’t break.” I tighten my grip and his head falls back, the cords in his neck distended. “That’s perfect, just like that.”

  I can feel my orgasm building but I want his hands on me. I know what he said but I’m dying to feel his touch. I have always been hungry for it.

  “Please,” I beg. I don’t need to say anything else, he already knows what I want.

  His hand lifts to my breast, his thumb circling around my peaked nipple. “I’ll make you a deal. After you come on your fingers, I’ll clean it up with my tongue.”

  “Oh, my,” I whisper. Removing my fingers from my entrance I up the tempo on both him and myself. I rub harshly at my clit and within seconds I am moaning like a porn star, my orgasm stealing the final bit of my sanity.

  “Fuck,” he mutters, thrusting into my hand. “Never seen anything so damn sexy.”

  I’m still lost in my orgasm when I find myself placed on the coffee table, the wooden surface cold against my back. Alistair pushes my hand away and situates himself between my thighs.

  “Stop me now, Skye. Because once I taste you...”

  I lift my hips into the air, begging for what only he can give me. And then he does. His lips are against my flesh, his tongue slipping between my folds. I curse and writhe, not knowing what to do with the feelings he is wringing out of me. His tongue flicks at my clit and I want die, cry, and beg for more, my over sensitized flesh hardening further for him.

  “Oh, God!” I moan loudly, not caring who hears. “Alistair!”

  “Yes, baby doll,” he says with a smirk, inserting a thick finger inside me. “Scream my name.” I’m actively fucking his finger as he inserts another, using a scissor motion inside me, stretching me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “Oh, my,” I mumble, feeling the stretch and the burn, my orgasm once more cresting. “I’m going to come.”

  His mouth finds me once more, his tongue lashing at my clit until I’m screaming, my orgasm washing over me and my channel gripping his fingers tightly. For long moments he remains between my legs before he moves. My eyes are closed, my body limp from the pleasure it just received.

  “Look at me,” he demands hoarsely. I open my eyes to find him beside me, his cock in hand. “I’m going to come on your tits. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

  I realize my bikini is still somehow miraculously in place and push the fabric aside. Taking the globes in hand, I force myself to sit up. I push them together and lift them higher like some sort of obscene offering.

  “Please.”

  His hand works his length in a blur of speed, grunts escaping from him. His hips start to move in shallow thrusts and I know he is getting close. I look up at him, at the pleasure transforming his features.

  “Please, Alistair.”

  Chapter Three

  What Have I Done

  Alistair

  My balls tingle before I come in long ropes, painting her chest with my seed. Fuck, that was the single hottest sexual experience of my entire life and I didn’t even fuck her. It takes a moment for my breathing to return to normal.

  When I open my eyes, I find her staring at me like a deer in headlights. What the fuck did I just do? I feel like a dirty fucking asshole. She’s a goddamned virgin, for crying out loud. I shouldn’t have said those filthy fucking things to her, but I couldn’t hold back. I’ve been keeping this shit inside for way too damn long.

  And my cum on her tits. Fuck, she looks stunning ... but it was too much. I’m about to apologize, to beg her to forgive me when she runs her finger through my seed before sticking it in her mouth. And my knees fucking buckle. I fall onto the couch behind me and stare at her in disbelief.

  “Do you mind if I shower here?” she asks softly.

  “Go ahead.”

  She walks past me quickly and I don’t fucking move. I have no fucking clue what to do now. My mind is spinning when I hear the shower start. Fuck. I need to go in there and make sure she is okay. She needs emotional support now.

  I undress before heading into the bathroom and step into the massive shower. She stands beneath the spray, her forehead against the frosted glass pane. Putting my hands on her hips, I pull her back against my front.

  “Are you okay?” I ask. “Did I hurt you?”

  She shakes her head, but I need to hear the words. I need to know she is okay.

  “Talk to me,” I say softly, tuning her to face me.

  I try but I can’t stop myself from taking in her naked, wet body. She is fucking glorious. I want to fall to my knees and lick every inch of her. I want to leave little marks on her skin so she will remember this after we are done and—god help me—I want to pump her full of my cum until it runs down her fucking thighs. I’ve never felt this unhinged or this desperate in my entire life. And I know it’s not just because of sex. It’s because of her.

  I never should have agreed to this insanity, but it’s the only way I’ll ever get to have her, even if only for a week.

  “I’m fine, Ali.” She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes, and I know she’s lying.

  “We can stop. You are in charge here. We don’t have to do anything else.”

  She shakes her head. “I want to. It’s just...”

  “What?” I’m starting to panic now. Did I hurt her? She’s so fucking small and I wasn’t exactly gentle. “Tell me, baby doll.”

  “You didn’t kiss me. It’s silly I know ... I mean after everything...”

  I tangle my hands in her hair and silence her with my lips. I tilt her head back and fuck her mouth with my tongue. Skye presses her wet breasts against my chest and my cock springs to life between us. We stand there making out beneath the spray until the water starts to cool before I pull away.

  “Anything you want. You just need to say the word.”

  She smiles, and it stops my heart in my chest with its beauty. “I think right now I just want to take a nap.”

  I help her out of the shower stall before drying her off. I take my time but it’s not sexual. I’m just taking care of her. I quickly dry myself before I lead her to the queen-sized bed and lay down beside her. Neither of us speak as I hold her close and before long, we’re both asleep.

  ****

  I wake up wrapped in Skye. Her head is resting on my chest and her leg is between mine. I ignore my erection, instead choosing to simply savor the moment. Never in a million years would I have imagined being here with her in this way. I never even allowed myself to dream about it because all that brought was disappointment.

  “Are you awake?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Is this weird?” She lifts her head to stare down at me.

  “You tell me.”

  “I’ve been staring at your cock for the past five minutes,” she says, and I can’t help but chuckle. “And all I can think of is wanting you inside me.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Well, yeah, I want to fuck,” she says with an eyeroll.

  I flip us over and pin her beneath me, my cock resting against her sex. “I’m assuming that means you don’t feel weird about any of this then?”

  She scores her nails down my back and I rub my cock through her folds, the head bumping against her clit. She moans and digs her nails in deeper.

  “Jesus Christ, baby doll. What are you doing to me?”

  “I don’t know,” she says huskily. “I’m just going with what feels natural. I want you inside me.”

  I press the crown inside her before pulling out. “I don’t have condoms.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “I do. And you agreed to the rules.” She makes a frustrated sound and I can’t hide my grin. “Tell you what. I’ll give you an orgasm and we can go get some lunch and condoms.”

  She mock glares at me before kissing me. “Fine. I’ll wait.”

  I roll onto my back and pull her on top of my chest. Lifting her, I scoot down until my mouth is level with her pretty, pink pussy.

  “Fuck my face. I want to smell like you when we leave.”

  She looks at me in disbelief, her hips hovering but that’s not what either of us wants. I pull her down onto my chin, spearing my tongue into her entrance. She moans beautifully above me, but she doesn’t move. I slap her left ass cheek and her hips rocket forward.

  “What the hell?”

  “Move. Ride me.”

  “I don’t know what I’m doing...”

  “Just do what feels good.” I nip at her inner thigh. “You wanted to learn.”

  The words taste like acid and the thought of her doing any of this with anyone except me has me clenching my fists. She doesn’t know what I’m feeling inside and does what I tell her to. Skye grabs the slatted headboard before lowering herself down.

  “Is this okay?”

  I don’t answer, I just pull her down onto my waiting mouth and use my grip on her ass to get her moving. Slowly, she sets her own rhythm and starts to ride my tongue until she reaches her peak and falls over the edge into pleasure. I don’t join her because the next time I come, I will be inside her.

  “Damn,” she mutters when she falls to the bed beside me.

  I smile at her slightly dazed look as I throw a robe at her. “Put that on. We’ll stop at your cabana for some clothes and then we can go find some sustenance.”

  She grumbles but does what I tell her. It’s after 2:00 in the afternoon. Most of the guests from the wedding left on the morning flight but there are still some people who decided to stay longer. I know Laine and Hailey will be here for three days and so will Luke and Abbi. I make her leave my cabana alone just in case we run into anyone and then I meet her fifteen minutes later.

  The moment I knock on her door I want to push her back inside and strip her naked. What the fuck is she doing to me? She is wearing a white sundress with thin straps and some pink flowers around the bottom edge. She clearly can’t wear a bra with it, and I idly wonder if she is wearing panties. Fuck.

  I walk beside her down the path to the main reception area, not touching, even though all I want to do is hold her hand. I wish we didn’t have to worry about running into anyone we know.

  “Maybe we should go somewhere,” she says softly, echoing my thoughts.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “Renting a car maybe. We can go and see the rest of the island.”

  “I’ll find out if we can.”

  She smiles brightly and claps her hands. “I read that there is a waterfall.”

  Her enthusiasm is infectious, and I can’t help but smile.

  “Alistair!” I turn to see Luke and Abby heading our way with Laine and Hailey in tow. “What are you guys up to?”

  He looks from me to his little sister and I feel a stab of betrayal. He would kill me if he knew where my lips were less than an hour ago.

  “Ali said if I behave he might take me to see the waterfall,” Skye says, shoving my shoulder. “I probably won’t behave and he’ll still take me.”

  Hailey laughs, shaking her head. “Yeah, we know.”

  Everyone laughs. Luke pulls me aside while the girls talk about everything they want to see on the island before they leave.

  “You don’t have to babysit Skye. She’s a big girl,” he says once we’re out of earshot. “You should be having fun, meeting a pretty girl, and getting laid.”

  I shake my head, wishing he would stop talking. I already feel guilty as it is. Not that it will stop me from what I’m doing.

  “You know I don’t sleep around,” I say with the stiffest smile I’ve ever smiled. “Besides, you know I don’t mind spending time with Skye. At least I keep her out of trouble. Mostly.”

  Luke chuckles. “Yeah. Mostly.”

  “Go enjoy your honeymoon and stop worrying about the rest of us. You only get to do this once.”

  Luke slaps me on the back and walks back to the group. I stare at them as he hugs Skye and I actually feel nauseated. The damn guilt for doing what I’m doing and for lying to him is fucking killing me.

  “I got us a rental,” Skye says once I rejoin the group. “We have it for the whole week and I picked up a bunch of pamphlets with sites for us to see and things for us to do.”

  Luke shakes his head but mercifully he doesn’t say anything.

  “We should all do dinner tonight!” Abby says excitedly. “We can go to the seafood restaurant in the main building.”

  Everyone agrees and even I give a nod. I sure as fuck don’t want to do this, but I can’t say no.

  Chapter Four

  Dinner With Family

  Skye

  The rest of the afternoon is tense. We grab lunch at a roadside stall and condoms from a pharmacy down the road. I know what’s happening. Alistair is feeling guilty because of Luke but I don’t know how to get him past that.

  We are both fucking adults and can make our own damn decisions. My brother has absolutely nothing to do with what we are doing. I just need to find a way to remind him of that.

  The afternoon is ruined and soon enough we head back to the lodge to grab a shower and get dressed before dinner. He stares at me with a frown when I walk back to my own bungalow instead of to his. I know he’s expecting me to say something about his behavior but I don’t feel like begging him for attention right now. I would much rather get ready for dinner and show him exactly what he’s missing.

  He doesn’t follow me. I take my time in the shower, shaving every inch of my skin and washing my hair. After, I take my time doing my makeup and curl my raven tresses into waves down my back. I dress in my prettiest lingerie, all black, before slipping into a red mini dress. I don’t even know why I packed it but now I’m happy I did.

  I step out of the bungalow ten minutes before I am due to meet my brother and all our friends and make my way up the path, carrying my heels in my hand. The moment I reach the paved path, I stop and slip on my shoes. Someone whistles and I smile as I look around.

  Hailey eyes me as she walks over. “Damn, baby girl, where are you heading?”

  “Well, if you must know,” I say, flicking my hair over my shoulder, “I’m having dinner with some friends and then I am going dancing in town. I may have met a nice gentleman.”

  She smiles and snaps her fingers. “You don’t let any grass grow under your feet, do you?”

  “If you haven’t noticed, I am perpetually single and surrounded by happy couples. What could it hurt, you know?”

  She laughs. “You deserve to have some fun.”

  She hooks her arm in mine and we make our way into the restaurant. Everyone looks up as we arrive, Alistair frowning. I know he doesn’t have a clue what’s going on but he remains silent.

  “Well, look at you,” my brother says with a raised brow. “Isn’t that a little fancy for a tropical island.”

  “Our girl has a date,” Hailey says before I take a seat beside Ali. “Some young man is taking her dancing.”

  “Is that so?” My brother leans forward, ready to lay into me but his wife pushes him back into his seat.

  “Your sister is an adult and can make her own decisions,” she says, winking at me. “As long as she promises to drink from a bottle and keep her phone with her at all times, she should be allowed to enjoy her vacation.”

  “Damn straight,” Hailey adds.

  All the guys glare at them before I burst out laughing. “You’d think I’d never been on a date. I know how to take care of myself.”

  “Do you, though?” Luke asks.

  I glare at him. “I take Krav Maga classes. I have pepper spray. I haven’t just become a woman overnight, you know.”

 

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