SADIE
WE HOPPED IN THE RENTED Suzuki Jeep with a canvas top, and Jaxson cranked the engine.
I glanced over at him, still feeling the pulse of his cock between my thighs. He was wearing a tight T-shirt and worn khaki shorts. He looked fit. Cut. Hotter than hell. And he was amped on adrenaline, as evidenced when he floored the gas.
Barbados was part of the British Commonwealth, so drivers drove on the left, which was hard to get used to. When Jaxson veered off the narrow highway to avoid cars coming in the other direction, my eyes jumped to the deep ditch just inches away from our vehicle, and I screamed in terror.
We were going over.
“Relax,” he told me, reaching to rub his thumb across my cheek. “I told you I would never hurt you, and I meant it.”
I believed him.
We stopped for a late lunch at a seaside island shack. While listening to a cricket match on the radio, we ate mahi-mahi sandwiches with the spiciest yellow-pepper sauce I’d ever tasted and then ate banana doughnuts with coconut ice cream, rum caramel, and crushed pistachios.
The hot, wild, dirty sex had made us both ravenous.
We talked about the most random things and watched grannies in shower caps bathing in the water, gossiping about who knew what as they kept afloat on their pool noodles.
It was cute. Really, it was.
Once we finished eating, we picked up Kelsey in town, and then the three of us drove out to the location I’d selected for the shoot.
The interior of the island was so much drier than the jungle-like coast. It was even hotter.
Kelsey sat in the front. Me in the back. She talked non-stop about her time here, how she’d met Rihanna and gone to a dance club with her. I had to admit, it sounded pretty cool, and I might have asked a few questions if the wind wasn’t so fierce on my face and my mind wasn’t going back to what Jaxson had said, or rather not said.
He didn’t want me to turn myself in.
We passed small, faded houses and seemingly endless fields of sugarcane until we arrived at our destination, and I used that time to argue with myself.
The devil on one shoulder said, “No one knew it was me driving. No one except Simon. Who is a liar.”
The angel on the other argued, “But you hit a boy. A boy. And you have no idea how he is.”
As I hopped out of the Jeep, I knew what I was going to do. My plan wasn’t going to go exactly as planned. I was going to find Riley and see for myself what condition he was in. What I’d do after that, I had no idea. But I knew I’d spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to him—even if it meant doing it behind bars.
"This is paradise," Kelsey shouted to Jaxson as we walked down the stairs to see the most incredible spot in the middle of the rainforest. Spread out before us was an over-the-top, rambling tropical garden built on top of a sinkhole.
Paths wound through towering palm trees, red ginger, birds-of-paradise, and other tropical flowers I couldn’t name. Sculptures of saints and Buddhas were scattered everywhere.
“Sadie found it,” Jaxson told her.
She jumped in excitement. “The pictures that you take out here are going to be amazing.”
They were, of course, because Sundance, the photographer, was taking them, and he was pretty amazing.
God, I was gushing.
I didn’t gush.
Jaxson stayed just behind me, putting his hand on my ass whenever the opportunity rose. He’d ordered me to go pantyless for the day, and of course, I did.
The thrill of it was just too much to deny.
With Kelsey in the lead, we followed a path with a million different types of tropical plants and were surprised to come upon a British family having a proper afternoon tea way out here.
They were thrilled to meet a Sports Illustrated model and asked for her autograph.
While she busied herself with them, Jaxson and I took in the landscape. He leaned over and whispered, “When we get back on the trail, I want you to touch yourself and let me lick your finger.”
My cheeks darkened.
He was so dirty.
“I’m not doing any such thing,” I said, keeping my voice low.
“You or me, babe.”
Babe. The word made my stomach somersault. “You can’t stick your fingers inside me with your client right here,” I whispered.
He raised a cocky brow. “That’s just it. I can. Two if I want. Maybe even three.”
And he was right, he could, and he would. I knew it.
I did as he wished, and nearly came on the spot when he licked my fingers with his tongue. He wasn’t just dirty, he was filthy, and I loved it. Loved him. No, I didn’t mean that. I did not love him. I was just having fun until my time was up.
Tucked away in a private location, Kelsey posed with palm leaves covering her naked breasts or her bare ass. In between takes, Jaxson whispered dirty, dirty things to me, making it look like work commands and not the dirty things that they were.
I came those two more times that I had wished for and a few others, too, right there in the gardens.
It wasn’t like him to be so occupied with me while he worked. I wasn’t sure what was going on. Only that we crossed some invisible line earlier and I could feel the shift of things in my bones.
His possessiveness was palpable.
Sure, Jaxson wanted to keep my mind off Simon and my situation, but it was more.
He wanted me.
And I knew it wasn’t only for the two weeks we had left.
The thing was, he couldn’t have me because I was already taken . . . by the devil himself.