“You did what?”
“Brought you to our wedding.”
“H-how? What?” Slim let out an incredulous laugh. She walked over to the terrace edge, dipped her toes into the warm water of our private pool, and then turned back to face me. Confusion marred her features, and yet, there was a hint of a smile she was fighting like hell to hide. “Cheesy, explain.”
Shocked would be one way to describe her, but there wasn’t a single thing about her actions that expressed displeasure.
The view from where she stood was spectacular. Sun was high, bright, and shining down on my beauty. Dressed in a miniscule white string bikini with a flimsy cover-up, she looked sinful. No makeup and hair loose, her curls floated around her bare shoulder and down over the top of her breasts.
I could just eat her up. Wanted to, but we had things to discuss.
I’d just fuck her later.
Desecrate the pool, bedroom, kitchen—each one of the beaches this island held.
Slim raised a brow as I reached down and adjusted my hard cock.
My reply was a shrug, not apologetic in the least. “What do you need to know before I take you? You have mere minutes, babe, before I attack...this is your only warning.”
“No.”
“No?” Had to make sure I heard her right. As if she had a choice.
Especially when she looked at me as if I were her last meal. Like she wanted to drop to her knees and worship her Lord and master.
“Explain and then I’ll give up the—”
“Doesn’t work that way, babe.” Raking my eyes up her near naked form, I bit my lip. Tried to find the right words when all I wanted to do at that moment was grunt and beat my chest. Demand that she came to me. “When it comes to you, I lose all rational thought. Act on pure instinct. I’m a caveman in the most basic of terms.”
“Cheesy, please,” she mewled, and fuck, the sound settled on the tip of my engorged dick. Woman had to understand that hearing—seeing her eyes glaze over with lust—had a certain effect on me. Made my hunger burn without control.
I want.
I take.
Nothing else registered, but that.
“Ask me, dammit.”
“What do you mean by wedding, Chester?” The way my name rolled of her tongue was depraved. Perverse.
Caused me to take a step forward in her direction and then stop. “Choose your next words carefully.”
“Just explain, and I’m yours to do with as you please,” Arianna pleaded and then bit her lip. Looked up at me from under her lashes; coy and demure. I wasn’t buying it for a single minute. “Anything and everything.”
“That’s a dangerous offer to make.”
“I’m willing to take the risk,” she breathed, and I nodded. We’d play it her way...for now.
“As you wish.” Walking back to the small eating area behind us, I picked up my coffee and took a sip. For a minute I didn’t say anything, just watched her squirm over the rim of my mug.
It was well past ten in the morning the next day. We’d slept in, had been tired after a long day of traveling.
Slim looked away from my stare and out toward the waves crashing against the shore below. Took in every detail while I devoured her. Re-memorized every dip and curve, how she bounced from foot to foot when nervous.
The curiosity was killing her.
For the next week, we’d have this privately owned island to ourselves—a wedding gift from the music label’s CEO. This place was huge with its four villas, numerous pools throughout, a communal entertainment area with dining—round-the-clock staff, and a private airstrip for its guests to land on.
All this equaled one very important thing: total privacy.
And that, for someone in my position, was heaven. A slice of nirvana.
Our living quarters were located at the highest peak of the island overlooking the sea. Our family and friends would be set up at the other end. No interruptions. To visit our beach house, you had to use a golf cart and be buzzed in.
In other words: those fuckers could not cock block me.
“Simply put, Slim.” Placing my mug down, I walked back over to her and wrapped an arm around her slender waist from behind. Held her body against my own. Not a single inch of room was left between us. “This,” I whispered in her ear, “everything you see around you...it’s part of our destination wedding.”
Bringing my other hand to her thighs, I slipped beneath the edge of her cover-up and up toward her covered core. Skimmed over her clit twice before tapping the trembling bundle with my index finger.
Ari jumped at the contact and then let out a low moan. “But—”
“No buts, baby.” Pushing my cock against her ass, I let her feel my need for her. What her being near me caused. An almost lunatic fervor that broke me.
“Finish already.” Impatience colored her tone. Slim didn’t disappoint—she gyrated her hips, rubbed my cock through the thin fabric of my board shorts.
“Everything’s been taken care of.” Untying her bottoms, I let them fall to her feet and then kicked her legs apart. Bent her slightly at the waist while bringing the back of her cover-up over the roundness of her ass. Let the hem of her dress lay over the dimples at the base of her spine. “No fuss. No headaches. Just enjoy this time and celebrate us.”
“But my dress...” Ari looked back at me from over her shoulder; her green eyes spat fire. Wanton promises. “I’d found the perfect one. Beautiful—”
“I know.” My smugness caused her to glare.
“How do you...” Arianna trailed off while trying to stand up to her full, short height. Not that I let her, but the attempt was cute. Only made me harder. “You’re an ass.”
Tiny thing had finally caught on. Could see the moment she connected the dots. “Yuli’s cousin didn’t need a dress, did she? You set me up.”
“Guilty.” No sense in denying it. I caressed her hip bones, dug my fingers in, and then let go for a second.
A miniscule tick of the clock.
The moment my hold on her loosened, she turned in my arms and flicked my lips. “Where is it?”
“Be more specific.” Her finger came toward my face once again; I bit the tip. “Where is what?”
“My dress.” Ari raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and took a step back. Crossed her arms over her chest and waited. “Who has it?”
Sexy motherfucking brat.
“If I tell you, I’ll have to impale you on my cock.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see you wet.”
This time her smile was coy. Devilish. “Already am.”
Two pumps of my heart and my shorts met her dress on the floor.
Two steps and I had her in my arms, legs wrapped around my waist. On her next breath she smiled at me, and for a second I froze. Her beauty left me breathless.
“I love you.”
“With everything I am.” Bringing her lips to mine, she bit my bottom one and then swiped the abused flesh with her soft tongue. “Now answer the question.” She wiggled in my hold, tried to move her pussy closer to my dick.
“Not now.”
“Yes, now.” Jesus, she was stubborn.
“Fine,” I gritted out from clenched teeth and dropped her onto my length. One smooth flex of my hips, and I was buried balls deep into her tight pussy. She clenched almost violently around my girth. Kept me there, her walls contracted trying to pull the come from me. “It will be on the plane landing here in the next forty-eight hours.”
“Who’s bringing it,” she asked, eyes closing as I pulled out and slammed back in.
“Slim...” Ari looked at me, her pupils dilated—the green of her irises almost gone. I waited until she acknowledged me to say the next words carefully, and when she did, I stopped all movement. Stilled my hips and glared. “Shut the fuck up and let me have you. I’ve waited long enough.”
I Love You...
“Chester, this place is beautiful,” Maria commented the moment she stepped off the chartered plane. Immediately her eyes turned toward me, her smile becoming wider. “Get over here and give me a hug.”
“What about me? You know...your kid?” Ari complained, only to giggle a second later the moment my mother and Heather pulled her into the middle of an excited/weird kind of jumping-dance thing. And she jumped right in, copying their movements like only a woman could.
Hugging her mother close, I kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for all the help.” Her sole reply was a nod and tighter squeeze, not bringing attention to our private moment. “Can you believe the only thing she cared...fought me on, was that dress?”
“I believe you,” she snorted. “Possessive would be putting it mildly.”
“Women.” That served to make her shoulder shake with suppressed amusement. Almost got us caught. Stepping out of Maria’s embrace, I clasped Ernesto on the shoulder next and then watched the rest of the family disembark. “Good flight? No turbulence?”
“It was good, and I thought the accommodations were spectacular, but this...nothing compares to this view.” He brought a hand over his brow and surveyed the island. What he could see of it anyway. “This place is beautiful.”
“Daddy.” At the sound of his little girl, he turned with glistening eyes to look at her. Immediately he opened his arms to her, held her tight while whispering something in her ear. Ari nodded and he laughed, throwing his head back.
Everyone matched their smiles while watching the reunion. One day I hoped to have a relationship like theirs with my own kid. It was true love in the simplest form.
“You did good, son.” Mom sidled up next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder while the group began to walk up the path to the house. “So proud of you. Of the man you have become.”
The in-house staff had been busy all day awaiting the big group’s arrival. Half had been preparing the villas and the welcome pre-wedding lunch, while the others were now bringing down the luggage off the plane and dispersing them to their respective accommodations.
“Love you too, Mom.” A sense of peace came over me then. Just completion. No other way to describe it. “Everything I am is because of you. Because you always believed in me.”
I was surrounded by family. Not friends or acquaintances—everyone that had traveled to celebrate with us were someone we cared about. Loved in our own way.
“You’ll always be my special little man, Cheetos.”
“And you my momma bear. Always ready to smack a bitch if needed.”
Her hand came up and smacked me in the chest. “You know I would. Ashley’s lucky I didn’t get my hands on her...that girl screwed up so bad with me.”
“Don’t mention her. Not now.”
“Understood, but I feel for Tex. If she hurts him...” Poor Ash. I pity the day she comes face to face with mom again. Because she will, and it won’t end pretty.
Looking back, I realized there was one person I had missed. “Anyone seen Pipo?”
“Right here, Chester.” He stepped up beside mom and me and extended a hand out. Mom stepped back, and I pulled him into a hug. While I respected her father, this man was the bomb. A throwback to a time when musicians played for the love of the art and not how fat their pockets could become.
“I brought a few Cubans from my bachelor party for us.”
He smirked and patted his pocket. Man always carried a lighter. “And I brought the dominoes. Wanna lose some cash to a poor old man?”
“Bring it, Abuelo.”