you’re still tired, that is?” I know full well she’s not tired anymore from the way her hand is now slowly jacking me off.
“I’m not tired anymore.”
“That’s what I thought.” Then, I roll her over and spend the next hour fucking us both into exhaustion.
And finally, we pass out, our bodies tangled up together, lying right in the middle of the bed.
eighteen
Dillon
As beautiful and relaxing as the island is, there’s not bucketloads to do. It really is a place for relaxation. I spend most of my time on the beach. Bonus is that my tan is killer. There is a spa, which I do want to go to, to have a facial and massage, which I need to book. Of course, there’s snorkeling and scuba diving—the former I’m not sure I ever want to do again and the latter I know I never, ever want to do.
West is all about the water and exercise. He spends a lot of time in the gym, toning those muscles of his. Running on the beach. Shirtless.
Honestly, when he goes running along the beach, which is usually mid-morning when most of the women on the island are sunbathing out on the beach, it’s like a cacophony of ovaries exploding as he passes them by.
These women might be married or coupled up and happy, but they ain’t dead.
And me … well, I just sit there and watch him with a massive smile on my face and usually a cocktail in my hand, knowing that I get to spend the rest of my days here on this island kissing and licking that body and taking his big dick inside of me.
Currently though, there’s no beach because it’s raining. But honestly, it’s welcome.
I’ve been ridiculously hot since I arrived here, and this is the first time I’m actually feeling a sense of coolness without having to have the air con blasting in the villa.
West is here at my place, and we’re sitting outside on the deck, close to the doors, under the cover of the awning. The rain is pelting down, and we’re playing rummy.
West had a deck at his place. He also brought over his stock of alcohol and snacks from his mini fridge, and along with mine, we have a little beer, wine, and snack fest going on.
So far, we’ve played two games of rummy. I won the first. He won the second. This third game is the decider. And I have to win.
Have to.
I grab a handful of Haribo gummy bears and toss them in my mouth.
I notice West staring at me as I chew.
“What?” I ask, curling my tongue around a bit of a gummy bear that’s gotten stuck in my back tooth.
“Nothing.”
“So, why are you staring at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“With that furrow in your brow. Total concentration. Hey … you’re not trying to read my mind, are you? Find out what cards are in my hand?” I raise a brow.
“Yes, Double D,” he deadpans, “that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“Knew it!” I pop the gummy bear piece out of my tooth and then grab another handful from the bag. “Cheater, cheater, compulsive eater,” I sing, and then I toss the handful of gummy bears into my mouth.
I chew on them and stare down at my cards.
When I look back up, he’s staring at me again.
“You’re staring again.”
His lips quirk at one side into a sexy smirk. “Fine. I like watching you. You’re nice to look at. And I especially like watching you put something in your mouth. Preferably my cock. But the gummy bear will do. For now.”
For now. I’d say I love his confidence. But it’s warranted. Because he’s right. There’s a hundred percent chance that his dick will be inside of my mouth at some point tonight.
But I definitely won’t be chewing on that.
“That’s weird. But kinda hot.”
“I know. And it’s your turn.”
Sighing, I pick up a card.
For crying out loud. Not one I need. I dump it back on the pile.
“So, have you used the bath in your villa?” I ask him.
I’ve been here a week and still not used it yet. I can’t believe it’s been a week. It’s flown by. You can bet your sweet arse if I’d been here alone and miserable, that time would have dragged. But because I’m with West, having lots of sex and fun, it’s flying by.