OUR DRIVE FROM THE airport to Sapodilla Bay was brief. No sooner than I had our luggage hauled into the master bedroom, Harlow was already in her bikini.
“It’s beautiful here,” she said, dabbing sunscreen on her creamy skin.
“I’m glad you approve.”
After the Sundance Film Festival last January, Ronan received a tip on an island property. He proposed the idea of buying the estate to Alex, Matt, and me. Naturally, the three of us jumped at the chance to have a piece of tropical coastline at our disposal. I had the money. It was a no brainer investment.
“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” she said, pouring a glass of champagne.
“When you’re on vacation you can drink anytime you like.”
“I guess that’s true.” She lifted the glass to her lips. “Did your sister decorate the house?”
“Actually, she doesn’t even know about this place.”
Ronan hired a design company for revamping some features. Alex took care of all the security arrangements and it was almost certain, Holliday and Ella had their hands in the interior decorating. The house was a mostly neutral color palette, with azure blue, teal and coral splashed throughout the house.
I loved everything about this place. The views from each balcony and terrace were incredible, but the double day bed lounger suspended over the water’s edge was my favorite spot. We stepped onto the main terrace walking past the infinity pool down the wooden walkway inching us closer to the vibrant, calm blue waters.
Harlow rested her hip against the railing. Needing to touch her, I leaned forward, brushing her hair out of the way to kiss the soft spot between her neck and shoulders.
Her hands snaked around my neck. I kissed her long and hot, sliding my tongue against hers, tasting and savoring the feel of her soft lips against mine. I inhaled deeply getting my fill of salt and sand and Harlow. I wanted to remember this moment, catalog it to the index of my life.
Without sounding like a real estate agent, I explained the layout of the compound to Harlow, because that’s what it was—15,000 total square feet with nine bedrooms in total, including a master pavilion that housed five bedrooms and two guest pavilions with two bedrooms each. As we walked the property, she held my hand listening to me ramble on about the history and culture of the island.
I took her through the movie theater, and to the gym. “Here, you can work off the extra calories consumed from eating conch fritters, jerk chicken with rice, and my personal favorite, coconut crusted snapper tacos.”
We made our way back to the main house. “If indoor activity isn’t your thing, there is basketball, tennis, paddle boarding, and kayaking.”
“Well, if this acting and modeling thing doesn’t work out for you, Grady, I think you can find a career in real estate development.”
“What do you want to do first?” I asked, hooking my thumb over my shoulder. “Are you hungry?”
Her mouth curled up into a sexy smile. “Not for food.”
I cocked a brow. “Where should I fuck you first?”
Harlow gazed around the property, but I didn’t give her a chance to think about it a second longer. I hauled her up onto my shoulder, carrying her to the outdoor shower. With one hand buried in her hair, I tilted her head back.
“Ahhh, Grady,” she gasped, digging her nails into my shoulder blades. “I want you.”
My mouth trailed down her throat, my teeth scraping against her pulse. I cupped her ass, fisting at her thong, the scrap of fabric that separated me from the Promised Land between her legs.
Crushing my lips to hers, I flipped on the spray. Using my hand, I tested the temperature before pushing her back against the wall.
“It’s important to shower before getting into the pool.”
“Yes, of course,” she agreed, smiling against my lips.
Thank fuck, for bikini bottoms that tie at the sides. With a swift tug, the material fell to the ground. I spun her away from me, and she gave me a devious smile over her shoulder. Using my foot to widen her stance I rocked against her, my cock, hard and straining against my board shorts.
She tilted her head back into the spray, water sliding over the expanse of her back and gliding over her perfect ass. Fuck me.
I pushed my shorts down over my hips, gravity did the rest. Steam curled around our bodies as she whispered my name while removing her top. Licking every inch of her neck and shoulders, my hands glided up her ribcage palming her breasts.
Arching against me, I groaned when she rubbed her ass against my cock. The sounds of her moans, and the feel of our wet slick skin gliding together made my dick hard as steel. I guided my cock against her, and she moaned. It was music to my ears—loud and needy.
My fingers circled her clit, and with the snap of my hips I pushed inside her sweet pussy. “Hold on, sweetheart, this will be fast.”
Pleas and moans alternated with breathy whispers as I thrusted deeper.
“Oh, yes,” she cried out.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I growled. “Let the whole island know that I’m fucking you.” Over and over I pounded into her, giving us both the release we’re craving. Fine tremors of pleasure built in my balls.
“Ah, yes,” she groaned, pushing back. The sensation was almost too much to take.
Her hands slapped against the stone tile, and my fingers dug into her hips. A scream left Harlow’s lips heralding her orgasm. The sound unleashed something possessive inside of me.
She is mine. Only mine.
In the deep recess of my mind, I knew what Harlow and I had was something special. This might have started even before the hair-brained scheme of mine. We were friends who needed each other in a bigger way than I expected. I don’t know how or when it happened, but Harlow had helped me heal the parts of my soul that needed it most.
“Mr. James, welcome back to the island.” The voice with its musically accented English and Creole came from Augustin Lightbourne, the caretaker of the property Ronan had hired. I sat up from my position on the sundeck pulling Harlow with me.
“Augustin, how are you, my man?” I asked, gripping his hand.
“Very well, sir, just glad to have some people back here buzzing about.” His dark eyes shifted to Harlow. “And who is this stunning woman?”
I laughed. “Augustin, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Harlow Trembley.”
“Ah,” he replied nodding. “Trembley, that’s French Canadian.”
Her cheeks tinged pink. “Yes, that’s correct.”
My brow scrunched. French Canadian. I’d never given much thought to Harlow’s last name. After all this time, had I not taken the time to really get to know her? Impossible.
“Have you found everything to your liking, Mr. James?”
“We have.”
“Mr. James, if you and your lady need anything—food, drinks, please let me know. Anything at all, it’s my pleasure.”
“Augustin, there’s one thing, would it be possible to get some fresh pineapple?”
“Of course, Mr. James, right away, sir.”
Harlow looked up and smiled at me. “You think of everything.”
My lips brushed against her temple. “When it comes to you, I do.”