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Nature had a way of mocking us and the blue skies and placid waves the next morning were proof of that. I surveyed Vermilion Key as best as I could from my vantage at the bedroom window. In addition to the customary palm fronds that dotted the beach, I could see the boathouse had a tree lying over it and there were any number of things in the pool; including furniture, limbs and debris that had washed up from the ocean. Mrs. Sims had been correct. It had been a bad storm.
Then I turned and looked at Harper, who was still sleeping next to the indent my body had left in the blankets. She looked like a small, fragile child and I felt the urge to scoop her up and tell her everything would be okay because I would see to it. I knew she’d experienced more than one storm the previous night—I could feel it in her body as she responded to my touch.
An odd feeling came over me then. All the years since I’d known her, she had been the goal; the thing I couldn’t have and therefore wanted more than anything. I’d met women in the past who had become goals, but only for the space of an evening. Once acquired, they lost their value and I was on to the next challenge.
This time it was different. Harper felt more like I’d been on a long, restless trip where nothing and no one could quite fill in the missing pieces. She was my missing piece. Harper had felt like finally getting home. I had no urge to leave. If anything, I wanted to plant roots so deep that no one and nothing could ever pull me free again. I never wanted to enter that drifting space again. It had become almost a phobic reaction.
I grabbed my cell and went downstairs so I wouldn’t disturb Harper. There was a lot of broken glass downstairs, and she’d probably be better off just sleeping in until I could get things back in shape.
I called Meghan’s cell. “Hello?” she answered, her normal and bouncy self.
“Hi, sweetie. Everything okay there?”
“Oh, heck, yeah. It was a big to do about nothing, but I learned how to make potato pancakes from Mrs. Sims’ sister. They’re really cool, Uncle Brayden. You top them with all kinds of things, kind of like a blintz. Mine were perfect… naturally,” she boasted, and I could imagine her teasing face.
“Well, good. Take your time coming back, will you? Tell Mrs. Sims that we’ve had some damage here, lots of things broken and no power. If you don’t want to stay at her sister’s, then ask her to move to a hotel. Just keep in touch. My phone charge won’t last forever, but I need to stick around and supervise. I’ll have some spare charged batteries brought over until the power is restored.”
“Sure thing, Uncle Brayden. Don’t worry about us. I’m having the time of my life. There are some cool girls living next door and I’ve been invited to watch horror movies with them tonight, but I thought I’d be gone. I’m going to run over and say that I can come after all. Love ya!”
She disconnected and I was struck by her happiness in having girls her own age to spend time with. It wasn’t fair to her to hold her captive on Vermilion Key. She deserved to have a whole life.
I checked in with the resort and learned their damage was minimal and had already been dealt with. I asked them to send staff to take care of the damage at Vermilion Key. “Bring me a half dozen charged batteries that will work with my phone and have the kitchens prepare two days’ worth of meals. No power here, so we can’t refrigerate. I can build a fire in the barbecue, though, so tell Chef to package in foil. More importantly, get someone out here immediately to fix the power.”
I gave them a few more sundry instructions and then signed off, wanting to conserve my phone battery. Picking my way through shards of glass, I opened the refrigerator to retrieve something we might eat in the meantime. It was still cold inside, but this would be the last time I’d trust it. I’d have it restocked when my crew arrived.
I grabbed some fruit from the Moroccan bowl on the counter and a bottle of champagne. No power, no pump for the water.
Balancing my armload, I took the steps as quietly as possible. Harper was still asleep, her back to me. I climbed back into the bed, arranged the food as attractively as I could and blew in her ear. After all, this was our first morning after and I wanted it nice for her. “How about a little nourishment?” I whispered, leaning over her to kiss her cheek.
Harper came up like she’d been bitten. She had a look of almost terror on her face and something akin to anger as she looked at me. She was still half asleep as far as I could tell so I waited for her to wake up. “You would think you’d let me recover a minute – for God’s sake, Bray!”
I jerked back in surprise. “What the hell? Harper, wake up! Recover? What are you talking about?”
She looked at me then and seemed puzzled, if not even surprised. Her hand shot into the blankets between us as if she was searching for something. Her lips parted with a look of victory as her arm shot up into the air. She was holding a banana I’d brought up. “Oh.”
“What?”
She looked away quickly. “Nothing.”
“No way. You can’t have a reaction like that and not explain yourself. What’s wrong?”
She let her hair fall forward to cover most of her face and then looked at me sidelong, flushed and obviously embarrassed. “I thought… I thought that thing sticking into my bottom was… you.”
“Me?” Then I realized what she was talking about. “No, sweetheart, I may be hard but I don’t require peeling, not to mention I sure hope you’d react a little better if it had been me!”
We both burst into giggles, and she threw a pillow at my groin.
“Hey! I brought up food, and you’re going to smash it!”
She picked up the banana and turned to face me. She tossed her hair over one shoulder and lifted the banana to her mouth, licking the tip. With red-tipped nails, she turned the fruit slowly, running her fingertip over it as if looking for that sensitive spot that would make it burst open on its own.
Something molten shot into my groin, and I was finding it difficult to sit still. With the tip of her finger, she first stroked the fruit and then formed a circle with her index finger and thumb, forming a collar. She slowly pumped the banana through the finger collar and as it came to her mouth, she used her teeth to nip at it, easing the peel downward in sections. Soon there was nothing left but the raw fruit and this she held high overhead and then opened her mouth like a sword-swallower and eased the banana into its depths.
Like a fourteen-year-old in the shower, I spilled my seed, then and there. I wanted that mouth on me, but the illusion was almost stronger than the reality. I lay back on the pillow and closed my eyes, psychosomatically feeling her lips and mouth on me. I watched from behind barely-opened eyelids and this added a distorted haze that took me into her, if only in my mind. When she licked the flesh of the fruit, her tongue was stroking me. I’d never experienced anything so erotic in my life and I knew subconsciously I never would again, unless it was Harper with me.
She laughed, a wicked sound. Breaking my spell, she reached over and tickled me, chomping the banana quickly until it was gone. “Never underestimate me, Bray. You’ll live to regret it.”
I didn’t doubt her one bit.
I reached to touch her, wanting to pleasure her, but she pulled away. “No,” she said in a tone of finality.
“Why? Turnabout is fair play,” I pleaded, knowing I would get just as much pleasure from it as she would.
“I’m not like you,” she said.
I sat up. “What do you mean ‘not like me?’”
She made an exasperated sound. “You’re more experienced, you know things. I– I’ve not been with people like you have.”
“Baby, you don’t need to worry. I’m glad you’re the way you are. I want to show you things.”
“Like what? Kinky things?”
“No, well, not at first, at least.”
She didn’t like that response and was off the bed in a flash and headed into the bathroom. I decided to let it go for the moment. I could hear the sounds of boat motors and knew my crews were on their way. I got up and tapped on the door. “I’ve got clean-up crews coming, so don’t come downstairs naked or anything,” I warned her.
I heard something hit the door. I hoped she’d hadn’t thrown the antique vase that sat on the edge of the tub. Shrugging, I laughed and headed downstairs to meet the boats.