Chapter 11: Laney
Why are we standing so close to the ocean? This is such a nice dress, and the tide is starting to come in. Shouldn’t we move a little closer to the crowd?
Well, the preacher’s already started talking, so it’s probably too late for that. I guess we’re doing this. Why is Travis looking at me like that? Like he wants to rip my wedding dress off with his teeth? Doesn’t he know that our family and friends are all watching?
This is so embarrassing. He’s not even hiding the fact that he’s staring at my chest. It’s like he can see right through your dress.
“Laney Brown, do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?”
I roll my eyes. “I do.”
“Travis Carter, do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?”
Travis just grins.
Hey, where did everybody go? The crowd’s gone, and so is the priest. It’s nighttime now, and the beach is abandoned. And what happened to my wedding dress? I’m totally naked…except for the big, fat diamond ring on my finger. That’s still there.
I’m not totally alone, though. Travis is still here. He isn’t dressed in his tux, though. He’s shirtless, and his thumbs are hooked through his tight, ripped up jeans…and he’s still devouring my body with his eyes. He shouldn’t be looking at me like that! He’s my stepbrother!
Although…I guess now he’s my husband, too.
My hands slowly rise to cover myself up, but Travis gently shakes his head no. He wants to look at my body. I put my hands back down to my sides, feeling myself starting to get hot and wet underneath my stepbrother’s gaze.
My eyes roll down his body, with its tribal flame tattoos and its perfect abs, and stop on his bulge, straining against his tight jeans like it’s desperate to escape. God, why does he have to flaunt his body like this? I wouldn’t look at him if he wasn’t such a show-off. I’d better stop staring at his cock, though, or he’s going to think I want it.
Slowly traveling up his body again, my eyes meet his. The way he looks at me sends a desperate throb down between my legs.
He smiles, like he knows what’s going on down there. “We’re married now, Laney. And you know what that means.”
He looks over at the sand beside him and nods, and then he looks back at me. What is he talking about? I definitely don’t know what that means…
Does he want me to lie down on the sand over there?
I guess I can do that…if he wants me to.
I step away from the ocean, look over at Travis, and then lie down in the cool sand. Travis smirks with approval, walks over to me, and then gets down on his knees. Wait a second, is he…
His huge hands wrap around my knees and he spreads them apart, pinning them into the sand as he looks between my legs with hunger in his eyes. Then, as soon as he sees how wet his touch is making me, he looks into my eyes, and in a flash, his huge, muscular body is on top of me, pressing me down into the sand as he claims my mouth. I moan long and loud against his tongue as his lips crush mine, and my heels dig into the sand as my hips buck up into the crotch of his jeans. I’m not thinking about anything anymore except how good his body feels on mine.
Travis pulls away, smiling when he sees the look on my face. Then, he puts his firm, warm mouth against my collarbone and kisses it hard, sending the fire between my legs into high gear. Slowly but surely, he starts kissing his way down my chest, stopping at my breasts to encompass one of my swollen nipples with his mouth, and then travelling all the way down between my legs. He holds his face down there for a long time, letting me feel his hot breath bathe me until I’m ready to scream. I pull my legs wider, pushing my hips forward until my sex is touching his lips. Then, his face pushes back, pressing my lower body into the beach as he lets his tongue push inside me. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his thick hair as his mouth begins to move up, and when he finds my clit, my whole body ignites and I moan my stepbrother’s name as fireworks explode across the water. I push my thighs against Travis’ perfect cheekbones, and he takes it as a cue to start rolling his tongue across my clit in slow, strong little circles. I push my palm against Travis’ head, and he licks faster and faster and faster until I feel like I’m seconds away from exploding into a million little pieces like the fireworks in the sky…
My eyes shoot open as I gasp awake, and I cover my mouth in horror as I realize what just happened. What the hell was that!? Did I seriously just have a ridiculously dirty sex dream about Travis?
I shudder as I replay the dream in my mind, cringing at how bad my dream self wanted him to pin me down onto the beach and ravage me. I really hope this is one of those dreams I won’t remember in the morning.
I roll over onto my side, looking out the window of my huge, king-sized bed, trying to ignore the wild, sex dream heat coursing through my body. Outside the window, there are fireworks going off over the water. I wonder if that’s why I had fireworks in my dream?
As a huge red burst fills up the sky, a terrible thought pops into my head. All those…ugh…sounds I was making when dream Travis was going down on me…was I making them out loud, too? Could Travis have heard me from the couch?
I shake my head at the thought. That’s the last thing I need, my douchebag stepbrother thinking that I’m lying in bed dreaming about fucking him. I mean, he probably already thinks that, but I’ve definitely never had a dream like that before.
Whatever. It’s probably just this place. Big romantic hotel, catalogue full of sex toys in the nightstand…and with the way he was pawing at me when we were around Kayla, it’d probably be weirder if I didn’t have a sex dream about him. That’s all it is. Just my weird subconscious reaction to this super weird situation.
I try to clear my mind and let the fireworks outside the window lull me back to sleep, trying not to think about the fact that I can still practically feel Travis’ mouth down between my legs…
***
A few hours later, I wake up to the warm Hawaiian sun on my face. I wrinkle my nose as I remember that unfortunate little dream, but luckily, the details are already starting to get fuzzy. Perfect. Hopefully by the time I get dressed, I won’t remember it at all.
Once I’m decent, I poke my head out into the living room to see if Travis is awake yet. Weird, he’s not even here. He’s probably realized he’s in a high-class tropical fuck palace full of celebrities and is manwhoring around somewhere downstairs.
Unfortunately, as much as I’d like to enjoy a nice, peaceful morning with no Travis, I need to get out of here, too. I have to find some celebrity misbehavior if I want to stop being a coffee slave when I get back to LA, and that means mingling with Royal Shores’ best and brightest, outside the room. I grab one of last night’s crab cakes from the kitchen counter, and pace around the room thoughtfully as I brainstorm the best way to go about this.
According to the guide to Royal Shores on our nightstand, there are a ridiculous amount of things to do here. Beach yoga, ballroom dances, something called “tantric fortune telling” in the basement…there are at least a hundred things listed in the guide.
So which one is Jason doing? It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing I can just ask, although Kayla might dish if I phrased my question the right way. Still, according to this guide, Royal Shores owns the beach for a few miles in each direction, and a network of hiking trails that stretch towards the mainland. That’s a lot of ground to cover.
I look at a map of the grounds and furrow my brow. Hmm…if I were a celebrity looking for a discrete place to take a secret lover first thing in the morning…
Well, probably not the beach. Too risky. Paparazzi might be able to slip past security with all that open space. And that’s a bummer, because that means no swimming. Unless…you go to the huge walled-in pool by the central courtyard. Then you could swim all you want with no fear of paparazzi.
That seems like as good an idea as any, so I head back into my room and change into a swimsuit. Add a wedding ring and some big sunglasses to hide my face, and no one’s going to suspect me of being anything but a carefree honeymooner working on her tan.
Once I’m satisfied with my look, I leave the room and make the long trek down to the pool. It’s not super busy; there are only about six or seven people here, none of them look super famous, and nobody’s actually in the pool. Still, the sun is warm and inviting, and I decide to hang out in a pool chair for a little while and see if anything interesting happens. Maybe more people will come out once it gets a little later in the morning.
How am I going to do this anyway? Pretend to be looking at my phone while I secretly snap a picture? I try practicing it on a couple on the other side of the pool, lazily holding the phone against my side while I point the camera in their direction. They seem like pretty normal newlyweds: he’s tall, dark-haired and kind-looking, and she’s short, blonde, and trying to push his wet hair up into a mohawk. He laughs, grabs her around the waist, and pulls her down onto the pool chair with him. I try and keep them in the center of the frame, but I start to feel really awkward watching them be cute from the other side of the pool. It’s one thing to tell myself that I’m going to get a picture of a celebrity, and it’s another thing to actually be here and point the camera at people. Is it really worth violating someone else’s private moments for money? Doesn’t that make me just as bad as Nina, Anna, and all the people I’m trying to get away from? I frown, suddenly unsure if I even want to try and take Anna up on her offer.
But I have to, don’t I? Isn’t that the whole reason I married Travis in the first place? Well, I don’t know, really. I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly when it happened. I furrow my brow, look at the couple laughing on the other side of the pool, and wish that I could be half has happy as they are.
“You look like the most obvious paparazzi I’ve ever seen.”
Startled, I jump in my chair and look up at Travis, who’s standing over me wearing nothing but a dangerously thin bathing suit. Leave it to Travis to show up and make an awkward moment even worse. He’s always been good at that.
“Travis, they’ll hear you!”
He looks over at the couple and raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know about that. I don’t think those two would notice if a fucking meteor landed in the pool. Are they famous or something? Why are you spying on them?”
“I’m not spying on them! I’m…uh……practicing, so that if I get a chance to photograph Jason, I won’t look weird.”
Travis shrugs. “Trust me, it gets pretty easy to tell when someone’s taking your picture. If you really want to get away with it, you should look like the last person anyone would ever suspect.”
“And how do I do that?”
“Well, first of all, lose the sunglasses.” Travis pulls the sunglasses off my face and hooks them into the waistband of his bathing suit. “And then, just blend into the crowd. Don’t stand out.”
“That’s what I was trying to do! That’s why I’m wearing this.” I gesture down at my bikini, and Travis’ eyes linger hungrily on my body. I want to tell him to take his eyes off me, but I don’t want to draw attention to myself. After all, what newlywed would say that on her honeymoon? He’s supposed to be looking at me like that, and I’m supposed to want him to. Wait, that’s not what he meant by blending in, is he?
Before I can react, Travis squirts some sunscreen into his hand and starts massaging it into my shoulders. I squeak and tense up at his touch, but Travis holds me against the chair, letting his hands travel down my sides and slowly coating my body with sunscreen.
“There. You were the only single person out here and you had your phone out, and anyone who was paranoid would have instantly noticed that. Now, you’re just another honeymooner having fun with her new husband, and people will try not to look at us for too long, because they’re afraid they might see something inappropriate.”
I gasp as Travis’ hands travel dangerously close to the top of my bikini bottom, rolling the fabric between his fingers as he rubs the lower part of my stomach. “Like this, for example. People are going to look away because they think something might happen any second.”
My heart pounds in my chest. Part of me wants to kick Travis into the pool for being a pervert, and part of me is just paralyzed…and starting to react to what Travis is doing with his hands. Memories of that unfortunate little dream from last night start flooding back as Travis touches me…and before I know it I’m arching my back a little, pushing my hips gently up against his massive hands.
Travis opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but when he sees the effect his touch is having on me, he just looks at me. We’ve shared a lot of weird eye contact ever since becoming step-related, but this is different. Travis’ hands push down against my body, thumbs tracing the top of my bikini bottom. He gives me a quizzical look, like he’s asking with his eyes if I actually like this, and even though I want to shout that of course I don’t and it’s dangerous and irresponsible and that the fact that we’re technically married and on a honeymoon doesn’t change the fact that nothing can happen between us…none of those words come out. It’s like I don’t even know how to say them.
And the longer I go without saying them, the more possessive Travis’ hands get down on my hips. He’s holding them by the sides now, like he’s getting ready to pick me up and carry me somewhere without any other honeymooners around, somewhere where he can slide his hands all the way down into my bathing suit and feel between my legs…
“Need some towels?”
I practically jump out of my skin as Kayla appears beside us with an armful of fluffy white towels. Turning a humiliating shade of pink, my first response is to shout out that it’s not what it looks like, but luckily, before I do that, I remember that she thinks we’re married and that this is perfectly normal behavior for horny newlyweds.
Somehow, Travis manages to stay cool as a cucumber, smoothly pulling his hands away from my bikini bottoms and rubbing sunscreen on my legs. Unfortunately, that’s not too much better, especially with the way he’s massaging my thighs.
“Thanks, Kayla, we were just about to get in the pool.”
“No problem! Are you happy with everything in the suite?”
“It’s fucking perfect. I just hope we weren’t bothering the neighbors too much.”
Kayla raises her eyebrows. “You probably didn’t. We have the thickest walls of any hotel on the island.”
Travis smirks at me. “Good to know.”
God, could he be any more intimate with the way he’s touching me? My nipples have been dangerously close to getting hard for the past five minutes, and it’s only getting worse as he caresses my thighs like they belong to him.
Kayla breaks the tension. “Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourselves, but…I just want you to know that I won’t have done my job until I make sure you’re your honeymoon is as special as it can possibly be. And with that in mind, I have a present for you.”
“Oh yeah? Is it something from one of those kinky-ass catalogs we found in the dresser?”
I kick Travis in the chest, but Kayla just laughs. “No, nothing like that. But if you are interested in ordering from one of those, you should know that all of our…naughtier items are brand new when you order them and yours to keep.”
Travis raises his eyebrows and looks at me. “You hear that, Laney? Maybe we should pick out one of those vibrators you were so excited about last night.”
I shoot Travis a fake, cheery smile with a death glare in my eyes. His balls are going to regret that comment.
“Maybe…but only if you’re good.”
“Oh, I’ll be good.” Travis’ hands travel all the way up my thighs, and my eyes go wide as my lower body ignites with need. This is getting out of control.
I look back over to Kayla. “Uh…so what’s the present?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Kayla reaches between her towels and pulls out a pair of tickets.
“What are those?” I ask, concerned about where this is going.
“These,” Kayla wiggles the tickets, “Are two tickets to the Royal Shores Couple’s Cruise. They’re very hard to get, because the Couple’s Cruise is by far the most luxurious, intimate, romantic experience at Royal Shores. You’re going to be spending a whole night together on a ship travelling around the island, with all the food you can eat, all the wine you can drink, and the best view of the island there is. If you think you’re in love now, just wait until you spend the night together on the Couple’s Cruise.”
An overnight cruise? With Travis? That sounds like a recipe for disaster.
I smile at Kayla. “Wow, that sounds incredible, thank you so much!”
Kayla shrugs. “Like I said, they’re super hard to get, but I knew I had to do it for you two.”
She sets the tickets down on top of the towels. “Anyway, I think I’ll let you get back to your pool fun, but let me know if there’s anything you need and I’ll make it happen.”
I smile and nod and Kayla, and she heads back into the hotel.
I smile and nod at Kayla, and she heads back to the hotel. As soon as she’s out of sight, I aim a kick right between Travis’ legs. He must have known it was coming, though, because before I can reach him, he moves out of the way, trapping my foot between his hard thighs.
“You’re such an asshole!” I hiss through my teeth, and in response, Travis runs his hands all the way up my thighs again, sending shivers through my flesh.
“You know, I gotta hand it to you, sis, you’re doing a pretty good job of pretending this whole sunscreen thing is turning you on. You’re a better actress than Mom.”
His eyes narrow. “Unless, of course…you’re not acting.”
His hands move back to my hips, gripping them like he wants to pick me up, toss me over his shoulder, and drag me into a cave somewhere. A beach cave.
And of course, my stupid body pushes back. “Nope, sorry. Just blending in. Like you said.”
“Are you sure?” Travis asks, eying my squirming hips with a mixture of amusement and ravenous hunger.
“Of course I’m sure,” I say, a little less convincingly than I’d like.
“Oh. Okay. So you’re not soaking wet under that tiny little bikini, you’re just pretending.”
“Yep.”
“Gotcha. So if I put my hand down there and touched you…you wouldn’t be the slightest bit wet.”
Travis’ hand lingers at my waist, dangerously close to plunging down into my bikini bottom and finding out what a big fat liar I am. I’m soaked.
But that’s not important. “Travis, I thought we had an agreement. This is a professional trip, and we weren’t going to do anything inappropriate.”
Travis looks into my eyes. “Laney, I’m pretty sure appropriate went out the fucking window the second we said ‘I do.’ We tried being friends. And what happened the second we tried to grab a couple of friendly drinks? We woke up half-naked and fucking hitched. Maybe it’s time to try something else.”
I bite my lip and furrow my brow as the heat between my legs starts to throb, waiting for Travis to slide that hand down and feel how wet I am. And if I don’t say something soon, he might actually do it…
I shake my head and sit up, pulling my hips away from Travis’ touch. “It’s just too dangerous. This is supposed to be a business trip, remember? And if you’ll excuse me, I’m actually going to try and get something done.”
I hop out of the pool chair and head inside, but before I make it there, I feel Travis’ cut body brush against my back and his hand on my hip. “Alright, but you had to think about it, didn’t you? Just like you did on the couch. If I were back in Vegas, I’d bet a shitload of money that by the end of this trip, you’re going to change your mind.”
I can still feel the heat raging between my legs, but I manage to keep walking anyway. “I’m headed to the bowling alley to look for Jason. Don’t wait up.”
And just like that, I’m walking through the ground floor of the hotel, hoping that the cool air can do something about my overheated body. I round a corner, try to shake the memories of Travis’ touch out of my head, and head towards the bowling alley.
It’s funny. Thanks to Travis, I’ve got all this sunscreen on my body and I’m not even going to need it.