He stops talking as a tear slips from my eye. He stops moving, his entire body turning to stone. I know that he is trying to keep me from hurting but the longer he takes, the longer the pain is going to last, and it stings like a motherfucker.

  I catch him off guard, wrapping my legs around his waist and lifting my hips off the bed, impaling myself on his thick length. A squeak falls from my lips once he is fully seated inside me. Both of us are breathing hard but neither of us moves an inch.

  “Fuck” he grits out. “Why would you do that?”

  “You were taking too long.”

  He shakes his head, withdrawing his cock, slowly, treacherously, before pushing back in. His lips are on my breast, kissing, licking, and nibbling. The sting fades and soon all I feel is full. And bursts of pleasure as his cock rubs against my inner walls. A moan falls from my lips, and he smiles widely.

  “Yes, baby doll. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”

  “Please,” I beg, not knowing what I want or need. “Please.”

  He strokes into me with more force, and I swear I see stars. My orgasm is already barreling down on me, and we’ve barely started. Alistair moves back, abandoning my breast to sit upright. He looks down at the spot where we are joined and I swear it makes something feral in him come to life.

  His hips snap forward, and my breasts bounce violently on my chest. He picks up speed and force, spearing into me with vigor. My orgasm explodes, my pussy spasming as he curses above me.

  “Fuck!” He continues to fuck me through my orgasm. “You take my cock so well, Skye. I’m going to mold this pussy to take only me.”

  His words are dark and possessive and exactly what I want to hear. Tilting my hips up, I invite him to follow through on what he said.

  “Make me yours,” I mewl. “Please, Ali.”

  My words send him over the edge, and he pummels into me with abandon. I know I am going to hurt in the morning, but I don’t give a shit right now. I want him, like this, unreserved and unfiltered, unfuckinghinged just for me.

  His thumb finds my clit and strums it harshly, tearing a scream from deep within my chest.

  “Come for me, Skye. Milk my cock and let me fill you with my cum.”

  The darkly possessive promise falling from his tongue sends me over the edge into a second screaming orgasm. He loses his rhythm but doesn’t stop stroking into me and a second later I feel his cock kick before his entire body goes stiff.

  He holds himself in place for long moments, nothing but our harsh breathing breaking the silence, before he moves. He falls down beside me before lifting me onto his chest. A moment later, his semi erection is inside me once more.

  I mewl, not sure I could take another round, and he chuckles.

  “Go to sleep, baby doll. I just want to be inside you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Morning After

  Alistair

  I wake wrapped in silky heat. No, I must still be dreaming.

  I open one eye then the other. The sun has barely started to rise outside but I can see perfectly. Skye is lying on my chest, her hair a mass of onyx curls. She wriggles her ass, and a small moan falls from her lips.

  I close my eyes again and savor the moment. I’m not sure if she is actually awake but I can honestly say I don’t care. As long as it’s my dick she is rubbing on it doesn’t matter.

  “Oh, my,” she mumbles, moving her hips a little more, her breathing becoming more ragged. “I can’t...”

  She stops for a split second before moving again. Her walls flutter along my length and I want to roar. She is going to come on my dick, and I swear she thinks I’m still asleep. Like any man alive could sleep through this.

  Her walls clench and a loud moan falls from her lips as she reaches her peak, and I can’t stand it anymore. Moving my hands I grip her hips tightly and fuck into her from below.

  “Yes!” she hisses. “More. Harder.”

  “Whatever you want, baby doll.”

  I fuck her through her orgasm and for long moments after, enjoying the way she meets me thrust for thrust. But then I push her into a sitting position, and she hisses.

  “You must be sore,” I say, keeping her in place.

  “I am,” she says with a blush. “But it doesn’t hurt enough to stop me.”

  “Skye...”

  “Nope,” she says popping the ‘p’ loudly. Her hands cup her tits as she plays with her hardened nipples. “As your woman I demand you fulfill any and all promises made in the heat of the moment.”

  I fold my arms behind my head and stare at her with a grin. “Such as?”

  She smiles, a devilish little thing as she slowly moves her hips. Holding up a hand she starts repeating my own words back to me.

  “You said you would mold my pussy to take only your cock. That you would fuck me so hard I couldn’t walk. And that you were going to knock me up before my brother even knows we’re together.”

  “Fuck.” I flip us over so she is under me. “You can’t be serious, Skye.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re too young.” I try to pull out of her, but she locks her legs around my waist.

  “I think that is my choice,” she says, glaring at me.

  “You can’t say shit like that.” We glare at one another for long tense moments.

  “I want you,” she says without any hesitation. “I want to live in your house with our dogs. I want to fuck you and kiss you whenever I feel like it and not have to hide it. I want to marry you and have your babies and grow old with you. And nothing you, Luke, or anyone else has to say will change my mind.”

  “Baby doll...”

  “Listen to me carefully, Alistair Xander Grey. I love you.” She cups my face and kisses me so sweetly I feel it in my soul. “But you need to move.”

  I do exactly what she asks, my heart overflowing with every emotion I’ve ever felt all at once. I take her gently, slowly, stroking into her at a measured pace until we both reach our peak and fall into the abyss of pleasure together.

  ****

  By noon, we are both showered and dressed. Skye wants to see the waterfall and I want to see her beneath it in that damn red thing she calls a bikini.

  We don’t see anyone we know as we leave the resort, and I am thankful for that. I hate lying and having to hide anything just pisses me off. Especially Skye. She isn’t a dirty secret but we both agreed to wait until we’re home and I know that it’s for the best.

  We arrange for a picnic basket at reception and after fifteen minutes of waiting we are on our way. We drive along winding roads through lush foliage until we reach a parking area. From there it’s a two-mile walk on a paved path through the jungle until we reach the waterfall.

  All the way there I walk behind her carrying our picnic basket. I nearly break my damn neck a few times because I can’t stop staring at her ass in the damn shorts she’s wearing.

  But it’s worth it.

  The moment the waterfall comes into view I know I will never forget this for as long as I live. From high above, the water cascades down into a pool. A fine mist hangs in the air, coating the rocks and trees. Everything is greener here—I swear I didn’t think it would be possible—and the forest around us is alive. Brightly colored birds fly above us singing their songs to one another.

  It’s Skye’s smile that makes it memorable, though. She has always had an infectious personality, and her excitement carries through to those around her. She bounces on the balls of her feet, her gaze traveling the area again and again.

  “It’s like something out of a dream.” Her voice is soft and reverent, like she’s afraid she’ll scare off the vision in front of us if she speaks too loudly.

  I pull her into my side and kiss the top of her head. “I know what you mean.”

  We unpack the blanket and picnic basket a couple of feet from the falls to keep everything as dry as possible before stripping to our swimsuits and enjoying the water. We are constantly touching each other, not so much sexually but just for connection. It’s the first time we have been out in the world together and we haven’t had to worry about who will see us.

  Skye takes a million photos. Of the waterfall, the jungle, our food, and of us. So many photos of us. Laughing, hugging, kissing under the waterfall. It’s a perfect day and even though I want to fuck her under the waterfall in that ridiculously sexy bikini, there are other people around and I will probably end up in jail if someone sees her in a compromised position. It’s bad enough that all the men leer at her when she walks past.

  We drive back to the resort as the sun starts to set, painting the sky in hues of orange, red, and purple and I know, for the rest of my life, this will be my best day.

  Chapter Eight

  Paradise Lost

  Skye

  We spend the last few days discovering the island. We swim in the ocean and walk through the markets. We enjoy our time together and not just the time spent behind closed doors but in public as well. It’s a novel feeling to walk down the street hand in hand and not have to worry about who will see us.

  It has been the best week of my life, but all good things must come to an end. We stand with Laine and Hailey at the airport waiting to board our flight back home and for the first time in four long, perfect days, Alistair isn’t touching me.

  We agreed that my brother should be the first person to learn about our relationship. We are trying to mitigate any damage but we both know he is going to lose his shit when he finds out.

  “How was the rest of your trip?” Hailey asks with a smile I can’t quite decipher.

  “Great! We saw the waterfall and went to some local markets.”

  She grins. “At least you got to see the island. Certain people,” she elbows Laine in the ribs, “kept me locked in the room all week.”

  Alistair chuckles and I blush.

  “The only bikini you packed was...” Laine stops talking and we all stare at him, waiting to hear what he is going to say. “Whatever.” He scoffs. “I wasn’t about to let you walk around like that.”

  “You know she used to walk around half naked for a living?” I ask, earning a glare from him. “There are men all over the world with pictures and posters of her in their garages.”

  Hailey snickers as Laine’s face goes an angry shade of red. I’m just having a little fun at his expense, but it looks like the top of his head is going to pop off.

  “Breathe, babe,” Hailey says, pecking him on the cheek. “You know I only take off my clothes for you now.”

  “Damn straight,” he mutters, pulling her in and kissing her deeply.

  A woman speaks over the intercom calling our flight and we all grab our bags and make our way to the gate. Alistair walks beside me with a smile as he shakes his head.

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” he says with a smile. “Just thinking about that piece of scrap material you call a bikini.”

  I laugh loudly. “You know you love it.” I wink at him, and he makes a muffled sound in the back of his throat.

  “As long as you don’t wear it around anyone but me.”

  I smack his shoulder with a grin. “You’re all cavemen.”

  ****

  Hours later we are back in Franklinton and Laine drops us off at Alistair’s house. I left my car there while we were out of town and need it to get back to my apartment. And I need to see all my babies before I go home anyway so it’s a win win.

  The moment the side gate swings open all four pit bulls bound around the corner of the house with their big goofy grins and wagging tails. In the beginning I used to complain about the sting from being hit by one but now I’ve grown used to it.

  Zeus knocks my legs out from under me and then the trouble really starts. All four of them pile onto me, pinning me to the ground and covering me in their slobber kisses. My stomach hurts from laughing so hard and soon enough Alistair picks me up off the ground and places me back on my feet.

  “You do know that most people don’t think that’s fun. Or hygienic.”

  “Like I care what most people think,” I reply with an eyeroll as I head into the house. “Besides, our dogs are healthier and more spoilt than most people’s children. And they had a teeth cleaning before we left.”

  “Okay, okay,” he says holding his hands up in surrender. He knows I hate it when people judge how I am with dogs. Or the dogs themselves for that matter and I will give him an earful too.

  For a long moment we stand staring at one another, not knowing how to proceed now that we’re back in the so-called ‘real world.’ For the first time since I set this plan in motion, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake and that scares the ever-loving shit out of me.

  Alistair steps closer and cups my face. “What are you thinking?”

  “That this is very, very real.”

  A smile tugs at the side of his mouth. “You can bet your ass it’s real.”

  He kisses me. Softly, slowly, passionately and I know that this can never be a mistake. He is all I have ever wanted for as long as I can remember. He loves me and I love him, and we can face anything together.

  He lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist like I have always been doing it instead of just for a week. He walks us down the hallway to his bedroom where he slides me down the front of his body. I’ve been in his house, in his room a million times, and yet, I suddenly find myself nervous and even a little shy.

  I think he knows that this is different—more—than it was on the island because his hands shake as he undresses me. He takes his time, stripping me of every piece of clothing until I am naked before him. His fingers skim my skin and goosebumps cover my arms.

  “Have I told you that you’re fucking beautiful?”

  “A few times,” I reply in a whisper.

  “Good. Because it’s true and you deserve to know it.”

  My heart skips a beat at the intensity in his gaze, and I know I will never be the same again. Alistair Grey is part of me, my DNA, my damn soul, and I would be lost without him.

  I strip him next. Taking my time as well. I kiss each of his multitude of tattoos and flick at the single piercing he has through his left nipple. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me again before falling back onto the bed with me against his chest.

  We don’t speak. There are no declarations of love or dirty words whispered in the heat of the moment. This isn’t sex for the sake of sex. This is us reconnecting and cementing our future. This is us declaring our love to each other and making what we have real now that we have left our little bubble.

  I sink down on his thick length with a wonton moan, his hands on my hips as I ride him slowly. Nothing about this is hard or fast but it’s still explosive when he rubs his thumb over my clit and my orgasm crashes over me. My entire body goes taut as pleasure swims through my veins.

  Alistair curses low beneath me before his cock kicks inside me and he follows me into bliss.

  Chapter Nine

  Back To Work

  Alistair

  Life returns to normal almost immediately. There isn’t that much of a difference from how it used to be before Tahiti, if I’m being honest. Skye shows up at my house every morning to see the dogs. I make her coffee and then we head to work.

  It is driving me nuts not to have her in my bed at night, but Luke will be back in two days and then we can settle this. We are going over to their house to tell him that we are together and then we’ll take it from there. Skye and I have decided to do this together, as a united front, hoping her pig-headed brother will see reason, even though I doubt it.

  The shop is quiet and everyone else has already headed home when Skye walks into my booth with a smile that promises to mean nothing but trouble for me.

  “What did you do?” I ask.

  “Nothing,” she replies, too innocently.

  “Baby doll...”

  “I locked the door,” she says softly. “I want a tattoo.”

  Fuck. I was not expecting that. I said I wanted to be the one to ink her, a part of my soul craving to mark her permanently, but I never thought she would do it.

  I nod. “Do you know what you want?”

  She walks around me to my station and opens the bottom drawer. She rummages for a moment before pulling out a sketch I did years ago. I had her in mind when I created the piece which is why I’ve never used it. It’s an orchid in the palm of a doll’s hand. It’s not a big piece but it is fucking intricate.

  “That will take time,” I say, already picturing it on her perfect skin but needing her to know it isn’t a one-sitting piece. “It’ll probably take three or four sittings depending on your pain threshold.”

  “That’s okay. Neither of us is going anywhere.”

  I smile because I don’t have a reply. “Where do you want it?”

  “On my shoulder I think,” she says nervously. “Will that work?”

  “Perfectly. Get your shirt off and get comfortable.”

  I take a moment to gather my supplies before wheeling my chair closer. I prep the area and kiss her lips. “Tell me if you need to stop.”

  She doesn’t reply, just closes her eyes and lies there. I didn’t need to worry about her because she takes my mark like a fucking champ. She doesn’t twitch or complain and an hour later I have the basic linework done.

  “We’ll let this heal,” I say as I apply ointment to her shoulder. “Then we can do the next layers and so on until we are done.”

  “Thank you.”

  I help her up and she looks at her shoulder in the mirror, smiling brightly. “I need some water. Want anything?”

  “I’m good.”

  I start cleaning up as she walks to the little kitchenette in her bra and shorts. I need a moment to get my shit under control. My cock is a lead pipe in my jeans, and it has been since she asked me to put my mark on her.

  I shake my head with a chuckle. I don’t need to hide anything anymore. And we’re alone in the shop. I push back the chair and follow her to the kitchen. I find her drinking from a bottle of water, and I can’t hold back any longer.

 

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