Day Four

I stay with my girls throughout dinner, avoiding Tucker as best that I can. I’m still annoyed and insulted that he walked away from me after we had made plans for the afternoon. Especially since it was plans for an afternoon delight.

And all because I was trying to help him get along with Chase. He’s going to be his brother-in-law whether he likes it or not, so he might as well try and make the best of it.

“Ugh,” Megan whines. “This DJ sucks.”

She’s been giving the poor guy the stink eye from across the bar all night.

“We’re in Aruba,” Tanya says, defending the guy. “He’s playing his country’s music.”’

“Well, his country’s music sucks donkey balls,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest as she pouts. “It sounds like a raccoon is being tortured in the same room as someone learning how to play drums.”

“And the Spice Girls is any better?” I ask with a laugh.

Megan looks at me with pure betrayal on her face. “Who are you?” she asks, the disgust clear in her voice.

“I’m the person who’s glad that she doesn’t have to dance,” I say with a laugh.

“Me too,” Tanya says, raising her hand.

“I’m with you,” Cynthia says, sliding her heavy arm over Megan’s shoulders. My best friend had a little too much wine at dinner and is feeling a little too good. “I want to fucking dance my tits off.” We all laugh as she breaks out in giggles.

“You heard her, Mrs. Maid of Honor,” Megan says, staring me down. “The bride wants to dance. It’s your responsibility to make it happen.”

“Fine,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. “I’ll see if the DJ has any twenty-five-year-old music that nobody wants to listen to.”

“Thank you,” Megan says with a nod of her head.

I wind through the moving crowd of tourists on the dance floor to the DJ booth, keeping my head low, but he finds me anyways. He pops up in front of me like a muscular wall.

“Are you going to avoid me all night?” Tucker asks, looking hotter than ever in a tight white shirt. His face is tanned a sexy brown, and his eyes are brighter than the flashing lights over our heads.

“All week is more like it,” I answer, trying to walk around him. It’s not an easy task with all the bumping and grinding bodies clogging up the dance floor.

He leans down until our eyes are level. “I’m sorry. I was a jerk. Again.”

“I’m used to it.” I try to push around him, but a drunken dancer crashes into me, sending me flying into Tucker’s big arms.

He holds me tight. I want to struggle out of his arms, but I melt into his embrace instead. “I’m worried about my sister. That’s all. I saw what happened to my mother for picking the wrong guy, and I don’t want the same thing to happen to her.”

“He’s a good guy,” I say. Why can’t he see that?

“I hope you’re right,” he says, holding me tight. “I want to make it up to you. What can I do?”

My lips curl up into an evil grin. “You can get the DJ to play Wannabe by Spice Girls.”

“Done.”

That was easy. I should ask for more.

“And, you can take my place in the dance routine.”

I expect him to say no, but he agrees.

“Done.”

“Really?” I ask, tilting my head. “But you don’t know the moves.”

“I know the moves,” he says with a fierce determination in his eyes. “I watched every one of your rehearsals when we were younger. If I hid in the laundry room, I could watch you through the slats in the door.”

“You watched us?”

“I watched you,” he corrects. “I told you. I’ve always been in love with you.”

He smiles down at me and my heart starts to flutter. “Go tell Megan to lace up her running shoes. It’s go time.”

My head is spinning as I walk back to my friends. I wasn’t really sure if he was telling the truth. He was in love with me back then? He watched our practices for me?

I’ll find out in a few minutes if he’s telling the truth or not.

I keep my eyes locked on him as he talks with the DJ. The DJ shakes his head until Tucker pulls out his wallet. I laugh, wondering how much this is going to cost him.

I can’t help but think that watching him dance around to the Spice Girls will be worth every penny.

After the horrible local song ends and the tortured raccoon finally dies, Scary Spice rings through the speakers telling us what she really, really wants.

“Oh, shit!” Megan shouts, slamming her drink on the bar and sprinting out to the dance floor, pulling a drunken Cynthia along for the ride.

Tanya looks exhausted as she sighs and starts walking over, holding her big pregnant belly. She turns and looks at me with a shocked look. “Coming?” she asks.

I shake my head and point to the dance floor behind her. “You have a new Posh Spice.”

Tanya’s shoulders shake with laughter when she sees Tucker line up beside Megan and Cynthia.

I stare in amazement as he hits every move perfectly. He stares right at me as he mouths the next two lines that play through the speakers: “If you are my future. Forget my past.”

I laugh at that one. Megan breaks a sweat as she jumps across the dance floor with more enthusiasm than when we first performed the routine over a decade ago. Cynthia tries to keep up, but she’s too drunk and crashes forehead first into her brother’s stomach.

My stomach is fluttering as I watch him swing his hips to the beat. He really was hiding in that laundry room watching me. He really did have a crush on me for all those years.

I should still be upset that he was always such a prick, but it’s actually kind of sweet now that I’m seeing his behavior from a different light. He was just a young kid who was in love and didn’t know how to show it.

The song fades out at the end, and you can barely hear the crowd’s sigh of relief over the hooting and hollering of Chase’s navy SEAL friends by the bar.

“Girl Power!” Megan shouts as she throws a fist in the air, looking like a sweaty Freddie Mercury.

Tucker’s eyes are locked on mine as he walks over. “Forgiven?” he asks.

“Forgiven,” I say, grinning at him. “But unfortunately, I’ve lost what little attraction I had for you after seeing that.”

He flashes his white teeth as he gives me a sexy smile. “At least I’m forgiven. Can I get you a drink?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

We head to the bar when Tucker’s mother comes rushing over holding her iPad. “I got the whole thing on video!” she says proudly.

Tucker narrows his gorgeous eyes on her. “Delete it now or I’m going to acquaint it with the bottom of the ocean.”

“Why?” she asks, flipping through her videos. “It’s cute.”

She hits play and shows us. You can hear her high-pitched laugh throughout the video.

“Can you send me a copy of that please?” I ask, giggling as I look over her shoulder.

Tucker shakes his head. “No. She can’t.”

“Definitely,” his mother says.

“Three seconds to delete it,” Tucker warns, “or the next thing to be watching it will be a starfish.”

Amy clutches her iPad to her chest and runs away, disappearing into the crowd.

“Mothers shouldn’t be allowed to have technology,” he says, shaking his head as he watches her leave. “All they do is embarrass their kids with it.”

“That video is not embarrassing,” I say with a chuckle. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It would have been better if you were in it.”

“So, you really did watch me,” I say, unable to contain my grin. “How many times?”

“Every time,” he says. His face looks so serious. “I could watch you for hours. I still can.”

I bite my bottom lip as I turn to the bar to order a drink. “You can watch me anytime you want,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him. “Creeper.”

The bartender makes eye contact with me and raises his eyebrows.

“Two bee-”

“Esteban,” a voice beside me says, interrupting me. Ugh. It’s Stephanie.

The bartender turns away from me and focuses on her. “Yes, Miss Stephanie. What can I get for you?”

She shoots me a triumphant sneer before ordering two martinis.

“I was about to order,” I say through gritted teeth. “I was here first.”

She looks back at Tucker standing behind me and grins. “I was there first, but you don’t hear me being a little bitch about it.”

Heat flushes through my body as I fantasize about grabbing her blonde hair and slamming her face into the sticky bar.

“Oh, please,” Tucker says, rolling his eyes. “I dumped you the second you showed a flash of your true self.”

“You couldn’t handle my true self,” Stephanie says, thrusting her chin in the air.

“Hitler couldn’t handle your true self,” I spit back at her.

“Enjoy my sloppy seconds,” she says as the bartender places two martinis in front of her. He turns to take my order next, but Stephanie shakes her head. “Don’t serve her.”

The bartender looks at me with an apologetic look on his face and then moves on to the other waiting customers.

“What the hell?” I shout to him, but he doesn’t turn back.

“And you four bitches are all banned from the dance floor until further notice,” she says, loving every minute of this. “You’re scaring my customers away with your humiliating dancing.”

“Your customers?” I repeat with a scoff. “You own the place now?”

I can feel the evil radiating off her as she grins at me. “I own the owner. I’ve got him wrapped around my finger. Literally.”

My stomach drops as she lifts her hand and shows me a diamond engagement ring on her ring finger. Shit. We’re screwed.

“Enjoy your stay at my resort,” she says, picking up the martinis off the bar. “While you still can.”

I’m worried I’m going to puke all over my Gianvito Rossi pumps as she struts away with the two drinks. She shoots me one last victorious smirk before sitting on Lars’ lap. She hands him a martini and then shoves her tongue down his throat.

Cynthia comes stumbling over, looking even drunker than before. “Hey, sexy!” she shouts in my face, showering me with her alcohol-soaked spit. “Are you having fun?”

“You’re having fun,” I say back to her, trying to force out a smile. I can’t tell her now. Either it will ruin her night, or she’ll be too drunk to understand me anyway.

She squeezes my arms, digging her fingertips into my biceps. “I’m marrying a Navy SEAL,” she shouts, looking ecstatic. “On the beach! I can’t fucking wait!”

My chest tightens. Let’s hope that she gets married on the beach. I glance over at Stephanie, who is glaring at us while Lars cops a feel over her dress.

Because Cynthia will be getting married in the parking lot if that evil cunt gets her way.

* * *

“It’s going to be fine,” Tucker says, trying to make me feel better. “We won’t let her ruin the wedding.”

“You don’t know this girl,” I say as we walk through the dark resort. The party died down after Chase brought Cynthia home when she got too drunk to stand, and everybody just kind of went their separate ways.

“I did date her, remember?” he says, shaking his head.

“I’m trying to forget that,” I say, feeling sick to my stomach like I always do when I picture them together.

“Nothing happened,” he says, quick to remind me. “I don’t put out on first dates.”

I raise an eyebrow as I look up at him. “Do I have to remind you of last night? That was a first date.”

“You don’t count,” he says, smiling at me. “It doesn’t count when it’s the girl you’re going to marry.”

“Easy boy,” I say with a laugh. “Let’s get one wedding done at a time.”

The resort looks gorgeous at night with the lit-up pool snaking along the walking path. It winds through the resort, lighting it up in a turquoise glow. It’s quiet at night with only the sound of the soothing waves in the distance mixed with the beat of the club somewhere far behind us. I glance up at the bright stars, wondering how this is all going to play out.

Not just the wedding, but us. In three days, we’ll be going our separate ways. I’ll be on a plane to Buffalo, and Tucker will be on a plane back to Minnesota. Actually, I’ll be on a plane to Colombia with a seven-hour layover before heading back to the states.

With all the excitement and my attention focused on Tucker, I forgot all about my debt. The stress and anxiety comes crashing down on me just thinking about it.

You’re here with Tucker. Live in the moment, and try to forget about it. I tell myself. You’ll have plenty of time to stress about money when you’re working four jobs.

“What now?” I ask, trying to get my mind off my money problems.

“I don’t know about you,” he says, starting to unbutton his shirt. “But I could go for a swim.”

I look around nervously as he takes off his shirt. “The pool is closed.”

“Perfect,” he says with a mischievous grin. “Then no one will see us skinny dipping.”

I’m hoping that he’s kidding, but he starts unbuckling his belt.

“Security is walking around,” I say, looking from side to side. There’s no one in sight.

“Then we’ll be extra quiet,” he says, sliding his pants and underwear down. I let out a groan as I see his big cock lit up by the light of the pool.

My mouth waters and my nipples harden as I stare at it. “Tucker!” I whisper as he climbs into the pool, taking the mouth-watering view of his dick away from me. “This is crazy!”

“Vacations are made for crazy,” he says with a grin. He slides his wet hand through his hair, taunting me with his sexy eyes. “I’ll be in there,” he says, motioning to the entrance of a little grotto in the pool. It’s not totally private, but it’s a little bit more private than where he is now. “I’ll be waiting in there with my big dick. I hope you and your tight little pussy come and join me.”

I swallow hard as he dives under the water and swims away, giving me a flash of his perfectly sculpted ass.

“Shit,” I whisper, starting to panic as I look around. It’s late at night and there’s nobody around, but I’m still shy to go skinny dipping in a public place. This morning was different with only Irving and Yanina around, and I was still hiding my Kibbles and Bits.

But I can’t stop thinking of that long dick waiting for me. “Just do it,” I whisper to myself, trying to psyche myself up.

I hurry behind a cluster of palm trees as my heart starts thumping nervously in my chest. I slide my Soft Joie dress down, quickly take off my bra and underwear, say a little prayer, look around one more time, and then hurry into the pool.

The water is cool and feels electric on my skin, making my nipples as hard as diamonds. I dive under the water before I chicken out and swim to where my big dick is waiting for me.

“What do we have here?” Tucker asks, grinning as I pop out of the water. “A naked mermaid?”

His back is against the wall of the pool with his arms spread out along the edges. He looks gorgeous wet, and the light of the pool is just adding to the sexy effect. I look around nervously, but there’s only tropical bushes and plants around us, hiding us from anyone walking by.

He looks down at my breasts as I walk up to him. “You are fucking stunning,” he says, shaking his head.

As soon as I’m within his reach, his hands are on me, pulling me closer. I let out an involuntary moan as his thick cock brushes against my thigh.

“And you are making me break the law,” I whisper back to him.

“I should have brought my handcuffs,” he says, hovering his lips over mine. “To punish you properly.”

His lips connect with mine, and I’m glad I’m in the water with his arms around me because my legs give out on me. The kiss is hard. Fast. Demanding. He rips the air out of my lungs as he claims my mouth.

This man drives me wild. Arousal courses through me, and despite the cold water, I can still feel the heat between my legs. He makes me crazy.

This is crazy. Fooling around naked in a public pool. It’s crazy. He does this to me.

I sink my fingers into his hair and pull him toward me, wanting him even closer. I moan into his mouth when I feel his hard cock press up against my stomach.

He moans back into mine when I reach down and grip it with excited fingers.

I wasn’t planning on this. I wanted a quick swim and then a quick getaway, but now all I want is for him to fuck me here and now. I don’t care if the whole resort hears. I don’t care if the whole resort sees. The threat of that is just heightening my arousal. It’s adding to the effect.

His hand glides through the water, and I gasp as his fingers slide through my folds. He teases me by tracing the entrance to my hole and doesn’t give in even when I grind my hips on his hand.

“Oye!” a voice shouts out of nowhere.

Panic seizes me as I release the cock and grab onto Tucker’s large body, hiding my breasts from the flashlight pointing right at me.

My heart starts racing even harder as a heavy feeling settles into my stomach. Shit! I’m naked!

“Out of the pool!” the security guard shouts as he comes into view. He’s got a gray goatee and looks like he’s about fifty years-old.

“All right,” Tucker says as he pushes against the wall. “Keep your eyes off the lady until she gets her clothes,” Tucker warns.

The security guard keeps the flashlight trained on us as we hurry back to where we jumped in.

“I’m warning you,” Tucker says, staring at the older man with heated eyes. “One look at her and you’ll lose your eyes.”

But the man doesn’t seem interested in me at all. His flashlight is locked on Tucker’s cock as he gets out of the pool.

“Great white shark,” he says, rubbing his goatee as he stares at Tucker’s dick with wide eyes.

“I don’t think you have to worry about me,” I say with a giggle as I hurry behind the palm trees and quickly put on my dress.

Tucker’s cheeks turn red as he quickly yanks up his pants. The flashlight turns off and the security guard sighs in disappointment.

He turns to me and frowns. “Stay out of the pool. But you, Great White Shark,” he says to Tucker, “you can swim naked on my shift anytime.”

Tucker hurries over, grabs my hand, and nearly yanks my arm out of its socket as he pulls me away. “Let’s get the hell out of here before he pulls out his handcuffs.”