Chapter 14
Owen
“Thirty days, all the sex I want. No strings attached. You stay, I pay for everything. You never have to worry about your brother’s treatments again.”
I held Sydney’s hands in mine, waiting for her reply.
I knew this whole proposition was insane, but maybe the island was good for us.
For both of us.
I could run from the DA and she could get a break from taking care of her sick brother.
Fucking cancer, why couldn’t they just find a cure for it already? Whenever I did get back to the States I was going to knock some heads at some pharmaceutical companies. Young kids didn’t need that shit in their lives.
Finally, after minutes of contemplating it, she said, “I want you to promise me. If you are serious about this, Owen, you have to promise. This is not a joke. This is my family.”
“I promise you. I will take care of it. Will you stay with me for a little longer?”
She nodded and fell into my arms again.
Thank God for money.
“Now, let’s eat some pancakes and then I’ll make a few calls and get this all taken care of.”
She smiled at me. “I thought you’d never ask.”
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“How do you feel about boats?” I asked, munching on what was left of our breakfast a couple days later. We were sitting outside on the veranda enjoying the weather.
“You have a boat? What am I saying, of course you have a boat! I haven’t been on one for years, but I’m totally game.”
“I have three boats, actually.” Business had been good. “And how do you feel about hiking?”
“Not right after this ginormous breakfast, but I love it! I grew up outside Springfield, and we used to go camping every other weekend with our parents.”
“They’re not with you anymore?” I asked on a hunch.
She looked up at me, but she didn’t look angry about the question. “No, not for some time. What gave it away?”
“You had that look on your face when you mentioned them. I used to see the same expression in the mirror when my folks passed away.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too. Accident when I was fifteen. You?”
“Mom was cancer. Dad just kind of bailed after that. I don’t think he could look at us kids. He’s around, but not actually there, ya know?”
I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure what that felt like.
“So boats,” I added awkwardly, trying to move the conversation forward.
“Yes tell me all about your boats!”
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In the afternoon, we got dressed and set out for our little hiking trip. I sent a maid out to buy some clothes for Sydney. Yoga pants looked good on her.
Hell everything did.
The port was on the other side of the island, in a small artificial gulf. I knew the shortest route, naturally, but decided to take a longer one, to show Sydney some views. She absolutely loved it.
“I always wanted to get out more, you know?” Sydney said during a water break.
“What stopped you?”
“Work. Money. Responsibility,” she said, and I was thinking she really needed to add: My brother.
“None of those things can hold you back here.”
She smiled. “Let’s keep moving.”
We walked for another half an hour before the trail finally ended at a finely paved road. From there, it was a short walk to the docks. I pointed at the boats under the cover and said, “We could take the small one, but it’s a little boring. I think the bigger one is more fun.”
She pretended to be surprised: “I thought you had three boats?”
“Goliath II is parked in LA. Although it’s technically a yacht…”
“I get it Owen, you’re rich, geez!”
She laughed and I chased her down the dock.
I fired up the engine, while Sydney went to take a look around the boat – I had brought some wine and food for the ride.
A few minutes later she met me up on the deck, as the boat began making its way out of the gulf.
I grabbed her by the waist.
“These pants are hot as fuck.”
She rolled her eyes while I cupped her ass in my hands. “Wait, who’s driving the boat?”
I smiled. “This thing is smarter than me. With autopilot, it doesn’t need a captain. It means I can pay attention to other things.”
“Other things?”
“Yes, like your fine ass in these pants. And the way your boobs are spilling out of that sports bra.”
“Oh well then that changes everything.”
She kissed my lips, my chin, and then down to my neck. She smelled nice, of salt water and sweat, and I began unbuttoning my shirt. The wind blew her hair, and I brushed it aside. She pulled off her sports bra and my hand cupped her breast, with her left nipple between my fingers. I was kissing her chest now, she was shivering with anticipation. I teased her, going slowly, feeling her body. She was a goddess; something to be adored. And fucked. All night long. My cock hardened at the sight of her breasts hanging free. They were perfect.
I had undone my pants, which fell around my ankles to the deck, and slowly pulled down my boxers, letting my cock free. She leaned down and kissed around it, cupping my balls in one hand and grabbing onto my ass with the other. I held onto one of the ropes that stretched over my head. She was looking up at me, smiling, still teasing.
Finally, she took the head of my shaft into her mouth, sucking slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip and along its length. She looked up at me, her eyes clear and full of mischief.
I didn’t want to come just yet so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and laid her back on the boat. I pulled those delicious yoga pants off of her to find that she was more devious than I had realized.
“No panties?”
“Didn’t think I would need them,” she countered.
“Fuck no, you don’t.”
I spread her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs before dragging a finger along her opening.
She was wet already and ready for me.
Good girl.
I went down on her, kissing and licking, as she shivered in the sun. The ocean breeze sent goosebumps up and down her body, making both her nipples perk up. I kissed her thighs, while my fingers played with her clit.
“Fuck I want you.”
I turned her over and pushed my dick between her soft folds. My fingers latched onto her clit as I pounded into her sweet pussy.
I threw back my head and closed my eyes, moaning and pounding into her soft wet pussy. I knew she liked it fast and hard. I listened to her screams as I plunged deeper inside of her. I slowed down and sucked on her neck, my cock moving inside of her, hitting all the right buttons.
She spread my arms, her hands flat on the deck, as if she was using her whole body to hold on to it. I felt my seed coming, so I paused, and then thrusted several times, hard, until she let out a short scream. My arms went around her neck, and I pulled her up to me as she came, her body twitching against me. Her pussy walls sucking every drop of seed from me.
She was breathing hard, coming off of her orgasm.
“I’m glad you didn’t wear underwear,” I whispered against her skin. “From now on, the less clothes the better.”