Wyatt
Wyatt couldn't believe he'd turned her down. Again. She'd offered him another chance in her bed, and he'd said no. That he wanted to wait.
He was an idiot.
His body wanted her. He'd been glad that the table hid his obvious attraction to her. She was made for loving with her soft curves and warm smile. Today's dress was worse for his self-control than yesterday's dress. The dress was practically see-through, and he kept staring, hoping that he'd catch a glance of something.
It was a beautiful kind of torture.
And then she'd offered herself to him — screaming orgasms in her room.
Usually, after a suggestion like that, he would be the one dragging the girl up the stairs to her room. But those dates always ended with him leaving before she fell asleep. He didn't remember their names. They blurred together. While fun, they went quickly. They didn't mean anything to him.
He didn't want Cassie to blur. He wanted her to remain crisp and perfect in his memory. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to enjoy this.
It was different than his usual seductions.
It felt better.
Wyatt paused as he walked the length of the dock to where the jet-skis waited. What was he thinking? Cassie was just another tourist. She would leave in a couple of days. She would fade into another happy memory just like the rest. So why was he trying to make this last? Why did he want to take his time and actually get to know her?
He didn't have an answer for that.
You're just making it last longer, he told himself. That was the reason. He was making the seduction last. He was enjoying her and this way, he would have more time. She wouldn't just disappear after sex. This was a way to get three days instead of only one. He was trying something new.
Sure. That was it.
He put a mini-cooler from the bar and a hotel beach towel into the small storage area of the jet-ski he'd rented. He tried to wait patiently. To any observer, he looked calm, but inside, he was all butterflies and electric energy. Every person that stepped out onto the deck caught his attention. He checked his watch every thirty seconds, each time surprised to see that only half a minute had passed. To him, it felt like hours.
Finally, she arrived, right at the fifteen minute mark. She wore a long t-shirt and sandals. Her hair was pulled back up into a ponytail. She chewed on her lip as she approached the dock and then broke into a full-fledged smile as soon as she saw him.
“Hi.”
It was the same greeting as before, and it made his stomach do happy cartwheels again.
“Hey. You have a swimsuit on?” he asked, hoping she'd show it to him.
“Yup.” She nodded but didn't lift her shirt to show him. “That's the jet-ski, right? I've never been on one.”
She stepped past him to look at the vehicle. The ocean breeze tugged at her shirt, exposing the curve of her butt and giving him a peek of her swimsuit. She was close enough to touch, and he had to take a deep breath and control himself. They had the rest of the afternoon. He could enjoy this and take his time.
“You ready?” he asked her. He handed her a life-jacket.
“I don't know how to do this,” she replied. “I mean, I know how to put on a life-jacket. I don't know how to ride a jet-ski.”
“Don't worry. I'll drive.” Wyatt chuckled as he put on his own orange vest. He deftly swung a leg over the jet-ski and then motioned her to join him.
She swallowed and then tried to mimic his movements. She succeeded in nearly knocking them both into the water. The jet-ski rocked dangerously, and her arms flailed until she wrapped them around him.
He liked the way she felt wrapped around him. Her arms were stronger than he expected, but it could also be that she was afraid of falling in the water. She was warm and soft, pressed up against him. It was a good thing she sat behind him, or she would have something poking into her back for the rest of the ride.
“Sorry,” she murmured. Her voice was soft in his ears. She shifted, keeping her grip tight on him. “Where are we going?”
“You'll see,” he told her and started up the engine.
The jet-ski roared to life. He revved it a couple of times, feeling the vibrations rumble through the both of them. One of his previous dates had told him this was the best foreplay she'd gotten in years. That was before he'd had his way with her.
He moved slowly away from the dock before gaining speed. The open ocean beckoned to them. Caribbean blue water shimmered in the bright sunlight, and Wyatt hoped they would run into dolphins. Women always loved to see the dolphins.
Once they were in the open water, Wyatt opened up the engine. Cassie shrieked and held onto him, but when he risked a glance back, she was grinning from ear to ear. Her eyes sparkled with enjoyment. So Wyatt went faster.
He played in the waves, catching them to get air. She whooped with delight every time they went up in the air. Wyatt found her enthusiasm contagious. He sped across the water, giving her a fun-filled ride.
He wasn't just showing off. He actually had a destination in mind. There was a small sandy island just a few hundred yards from shore. It was usually used for private weddings or romantic picnics, but since it was an afternoon in the middle of the week, the island was empty.
It was the ideal spot to woo a woman.
“Oh, there's an island,” Cassie said as they approached. She rose slightly on her feet to get a better look. “It's beautiful.”
Wyatt beached the jet-ski on the soft white sand, making sure that he accounted for the tide. They wouldn't be here long, but the last thing he wanted was to lose a jet-ski. It wasn't that he couldn't afford to buy the resort another one, it was that he would never hear the end of it. Plus, they needed a way to get back home.
“Wow.” Cassie stood looking along the beach. The place was more sand bar than an actual island. There were four palm trees and just a couple of shrubs in the center, but the tourists loved to have their own 'private' island for a few hours.
“Want a tour?” Wyatt asked, taking off his life-jacket.
“Sure,” she replied with a grin. She carefully removed hers as well, setting it neatly in the sand beside his life-jacket. The edges of her shirt were wet from sea spray and clung to her skin. It was nearly impossible for Wyatt to pull his eyes away. All he could see was her curves and hints of smooth skin calling for his touch.
They walked along the small beach, with the trees to their left as they walked the circle of the island. The sand was warm beneath their feet with the sun hiding behind a small group of clouds.
“So, here we have some palm trees,” he said, motioning to the small grove. “They provide shade and are the main attraction here on the island.
Cassie giggled. “How interesting!”
They walked for a bit, making small talk. She was so easy to talk to that he didn't mind that they kept circling the island.
“I don't have any kids. Janessa and Brianna do, but it never happened for me. It's part of the reason I got divorced,” she was saying. She looked over at him and blushed crimson. “And now I'm being boring and just talking about myself. Sorry.”
“Definitely not boring,” Wyatt assured her. The fact that she was divorced didn't bother him. Many of the women he met were divorced. He grinned over at her. “You have any siblings?”
“Why? You want to know if I have a younger sister you can date?” she teased. She grinned at him. “I don't have a little sister. I have a little brother, but he's married.”
“Aw shucks,” Wyatt replied with a fake disappointed look.
“You?” Cassie asked. “Any siblings? Divorces?”
“No divorces and I'm an only child,” he replied. “My mom died when I was little, so it was just my dad and me for a long time.”
“That sounds like you are close,” she said, looking down the beach like she was looking for something.
He nodded. “We were. He died when I was in college.” His throat tightened, but he kept his head up.
“I'm sorry,” she said softly.
“I wanted to be just like him for a long time. He was everything I wanted to be, and then he was gone.” Wyatt didn't usually tell people this. He didn't talk much about his dad. The man had been a force of nature. He was always moving, always working. Wyatt had tried to do that for a long time, but it only burned him out.
That was why he was here. He wasn't his father. He didn't want to work himself into an early grave like his father had. He had to learn from his father's mistakes.
She looked thoughtful, taking him in again. “What kind of business did you have?”
“A small one,” he said, waving his hand like he could brush the question away. He'd given her too much information about himself without realizing it. “I sold it.”
“And now you're serving drinks in the Caribbean for fun. You just keep getting more interesting,” she told him. “Layers and layers.”
“Like an onion or a parfait?” he asked, referencing the movie Shrek.
“Parfait.” She grinned at him. “You like making waffles?”
“You saying you want a sleep-over?”
“Maybe.” She flushed a little bit and looked down at her feet. They'd walked the whole of the island several times, and they were back where they started with their life-jackets.
Wyatt grabbed the small cooler and towel from the jet-ski, took off his shirt, and sat in the warm sand. “Come sit with me.”
She hesitated for a moment. Her face said it all. She didn't hesitate because she didn't want him, but because she couldn't believe this was real. He'd seen that look before, but it had never looked as good as it did on her. Her expression was innocent and excited. There was wonder in her face that made him feel like a god among men.
She settled in the sand beside him. Close enough that it was flirting, yet still enough distance to show she was nervous. She didn't do this kind of thing. She was a good girl, and the idea that he was helping her be bad was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“Here.” He handed her a bottle filled with pink liquid. She held it and took a cautious sip.
“Sex on the beach.” She grinned and took a bigger sip. Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at him. “Are you trying to get me drunk all the way out here on our own little beach?”
“Maybe,” he replied with a shrug. Her eyes went wide, and he chuckled. “These are virgin drinks. I have to be able to drive you home.”
She laughed and drank again without hesitation. “When you said we'd have 'sex on the beach,' this wasn't quite what I had in mind. It's good, just not quite what I was expecting.”
“And what were you expecting?” This was the part where things got good. He could feel it in his bones. His voice came out low and deep.
She chewed on her bottom lip again. Desire flared up in her eyes, and he could see it battling her self-control. He hoped she would let the desire win.
“I was hoping for some sex on the beach like this.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was more peck than kiss. It went so fast that it didn't even register in a kiss in his mind before she had already pulled back.
WyattHer lips pressed together, and her eyes were full of nervousness as she waited for him to respond. He could tell she wasn't used to being the one to initiate. If anything, the fact that she would do something so far out of her comfort level made it clear how much she liked him.She swallowed hard, still waiting for his reaction.“I think we have more time than that,” he said, reaching a hand out and cupping his fingers around the back of her neck. Slowly, he pulled her to him, giving her a real kiss this time.Her lips tasted of the drink and her own blend of sweetness. He teased her closed lips with his tongue, and slowly she opened to him. Her soft moan sent shivers of desire down his spine that had him wishing they had a bed and not just a sandy beach with a towel.He pulled back to see her sitting in the sand with her eyes closed. Her cheeks flushed such a pretty shade of pink, and her chest heaved up and down.Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with thos
WyattThe jet-ski guy was not pleased with Wyatt for being so late. Luckily, it was nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little bit of money and a promise to never do it again. It was a false promise, and they both knew it. Wyatt always did it again.Wyatt headed back down the path through the pool area toward the employee locker room. There, he would change into his dark polo shirt and khaki slacks work outfit and head to the bar for his upcoming shift.His phone chirped in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a message from his boss.Scheduling change. See the front desk.Wyatt groaned. Scheduling changes were never good. It usually meant he had to change to the pool bar. He liked working at the tiki bar or the lobby. He didn't like working the pool bar nearly as much because all his tips came back wet. He didn't need the tips, but carrying wet money around was never pleasant.He veered from his course, changing direction to head to the front desk rather than the employee area.
Cassie“Not bad,” Brianna said, looking around the bar. “Not bad at all.”Cassie had to agree. The Oceanside bar was nice. They had a private table off to the side of the room with the bar to themselves. There was a window with seating looking out over the ocean and a small dance floor off to the side. It wasn't much, but it would be a fun place to dance later. There was a karaoke machine as well, but Cassie was hoping they didn't bring it out tonight.“I wish we could have gotten the private table at the Platinum Club, but they were all booked,” Janessa said, looking around with just a hint of disappointment. “This will work though. This will be fun.”“Damn straight,” Brianna replied. “We're going to have a blast.”Cassie nodded in agreement, raising her glass of water to clink with Janessa's fruity cocktail. It was then that Brianna crowned Janessa with a crown made of penises.“Is it 'penises' or 'pensisi'? Or maybe 'penii'?” Janessa wondered, sipping on her second drink. She had a
CassieAunt Suzette sang in a key generally reserved for cats in heat.The bar sang along, belting out the warbles and key changes along with Whitney Houston. Cassie would never hear “I Will Always Love You” the same way ever again. The song would forever be about tonight.Cassie was having a blast.The music was loud, the drinks strong, and the people fun. Everyone was singing and dancing under the glittering disco lights of the karaoke bar. Color and laughter filled the room.“Time for blow-jobs!” Wyatt yelled from the bar. The women all turned and grinned.Wyatt had eight shot glasses filled with liquor and topped with a healthy dose of whipped cream. He'd been calling out dirty shots all night. So far they'd had sex on the beach, banana “dick”uiri, buttery nipples, and a pink climax.Every one of them had been delicious, but Cassie was careful only to take half the shot. She was still embarrassed by the last time she'd had too much to drink.“So, the rule here is no hands,” Wyatt
CassieWyatt pinned her in the elevator and kissed her hard enough to make her dizzy with lust. The bell dinged her floor and they staggered out into the empty hallway. He kissed her as they stumbled down the hallway to her room and it was pure skill that she opened her hotel room door without needing to look.The room was dark as they tumbled inside, mouths pressed together. She wanted to rip his shirt off and if there were a way to be instantly naked, she would have done it.“Here's my room,” she whispered, feeling like she should say something now that they were here.Wyatt just chuckled, the sound low and throaty, before kissing her again.The back of the bed bumped against her legs and Cassie looked up into Wyatt's green eyes, her breathing coming hard and fast. He looked back at her with lust and desire. He wanted her. It was the biggest ego boost Cassie had ever felt. This stud muffin of a man, with his beachy hair and beautiful body, wanted her.She swallowed hard, and the cor
WyattWyatt woke with the morning sun like he usually did. The early morning light flickered through the windows and stopped his dreams. Just like every morning, he wished he'd closed the curtains better. He sat up and glared at the offending light.Except, he wasn't in his bungalow. He wasn't home. He was in bed with Cassie.He blinked twice, looking around the room and remembering where he was. He'd slept so well he'd assumed he was home. The sleep had been deep and restful. Even though it was just after dawn, he felt ready to take on the day.Cassie shifted in her sleep beside him. She was so beautiful in the morning light. Her dark hair splashed against the crisp white linen, and she looked utterly kissable. He knew she was still completely naked under the sheet, and despite the fact they'd gone twice last night, he already felt like he could go for a third.She was just that attractive to him. She made him feel twenty years younger.But, he didn't want to wake her either. She loo
CassieFor the second time this week, Cassie was late to an event.This time, Brianna just stood there grinning at her as Cassie jogged up to the meeting place five minutes late and out of breath. Luckily, Cassie wasn't the last one to arrive.“Wyatt?” Brianna asked as Cassie joined them on the edge of the beach and the resort. “You're never late.”“Maybe.” Cassie tried an indifferent shrug.“Right. That's why your positively glowing and can't stop smiling,” Brianna said with a chuckle. “And you have sex hair.”Cassie's hands flew to her head, and Brianna laughed again. Her hair was fine. It was still smoothed neatly back into a ponytail. Brianna was messing with her. Cassie glared at her, but Brianna just grinned.“Is Julia here?” Cassie asked Brianna. “I haven't seen her yet.”“That's because you haven't left your room all day,” Brianna teased. She grinned at Cassie. “Julia just got here a little while ago. She should be here soon. She wanted to change out of her airplane clothes.”
CassieDinner was just like old times. Cassie, Janessa, Julia, and Brianna all sat around the table making jokes and laughing as they reminisced and told stories. They remembered their late nights and early mornings, the boys and the heartaches, the adventures and the support they gave one another. They'd helped raise Janessa and Brianna's children as surrogate aunts. They were family, not just friends.Cassie loved being able to spend time with her college roommates. Time had changed them, but it hadn't changed their friendship.Brianna was still full of fire and quick sass. She was always ready with a sarcastic comment. Even though her last relationship had gone down in fiery chaos, she still believed in love. It helped that Janessa and Kyle had a great relationship showing her that love was still possible.Julia was softer, but still just as energetic. She was passionate about her job and seemed to be putting in even more hours than Cassie. Cassie suspected it had something to do w