and toss it on the nightstand to dispose of in the morning. I reach behind me and flick the light switch off, plunging us into darkness, and then I grab the sheet and pull it over us both, covering us.
“Night,” I murmur to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Night,” she whispers, her lips pressing a soft kiss to my chest.
She’s asleep a minute later.
While I’m still lying here wide awake five fucking minutes later. Which is another weird thing. Because I can go to sleep in a nanosecond. Especially after sex.
I stare down at her dark head and wonder just what it is about her that has me doing things I don’t normally do.
It takes me a hell of a long time before I fall asleep.
fourteen
Dillon
My second day on the island, and I woke up in West’s bed again.
Not that I’m complaining. Because this time, we’d had sex. Multiple times. And I didn’t wake up with a hangover.
Bonus.
I did wake up with West’s morning wood poking me in the ass.
Not literally in my ass. It was prodding my butt cheek. Although anal with him would be … quite possibly painful. His dick is huge. I have had butt sex once before, but the guy was nowhere near as big as West, and we used a ton of lube. I don’t have lube here with me, and I’m not sure that it’s something they stock at the shop.
And why am I thinking about anal?
Oh yeah, because of how I woke up this morning. To his hard dick, which led to us having sex. Again.
Out of this world. Hot as sin. Sex.
We’d had sex twice last night. Then, we’d woken in the middle of the night and fucked again. Doggy style. Then, we did it again this morning. Total lazy morning sex. It was awesome.
So, in total, we’d had sex four times. FOUR!
Sorry, but that had to be shouted. Because … FOUR!
And each time was better than the last.
Like, how is that even possible? But it is. Seriously.
And don’t even get me started on the orgasms.
Okay, get me started. Because I have lost count of how many I’ve had with West so far.
I’m totally lying. I haven’t forgotten. I had two orgasms the first time we did it. One the second time. One when we sexed in the middle of the night. And two this morning. That’s six orgasms.
SIX!
Can you believe it? I don’t think I had that many orgasms in the first month with Tim.
And there’s more to come. I have twelve more days’ worth of orgasms.
Hallelujah. And praise the Lord.
After our morning round of sex, I went back to my villa to shower and get ready for breakfast. We’d arranged to go together. And it was him who had asked me to go to breakfast with him. There was no way I was going to ask him. I was totally playing it cool.
After breakfast, West went to the gym, and I decided to go for a wander around the resort. Check some of the shops out.
There wasn’t much going on at the shops, so I hit up the beach. Got myself set up on a lounger with a mocktail and a book and just lounged and read. Took a nap. Grabbed some lunch from the bar and just chilled. It was perfect.
I felt all light and happy. Literally nothing could burst my happy glow.
Well, except for maybe finding out that my mum had also had sex with West.
Which would be impossible. So, yeah, not ever gonna think about that.
And I also didn’t think about West or what he might have been up to all day.
Nope, not me. I was chill.
Okay, maybe I did think about him a little bit. You know, just wondered what he was up to.
I didn’t see him for the rest of the day, and he wasn’t at dinner.
I might have knocked on his door on my way there to see if he wanted to come with me. But there was no answer. And he wasn’t in the restaurant.
I might have glanced around, looking for him.
But I didn’t knock on his door when I came back from dinner.
I resisted.
Go me.
So, now, I’m out on the deck, relaxing on a sun lounger. Sigala and James Arthur’s “Lasting Lover” playing out of the speakers on my phone. I’m enjoying the peace and gorgeous night sky while basking in my afterglow from all the sex and orgasms I had last night and this morning while not thinking about what