by Low, JA
Moments later, he’s stepping into the cubical with me. Handing him the soap, he lathers himself up, and I help because even though I’m pissed at him, the man is fine. We bathe in silence.
“I wish things were different,” Nate eventually murmurs to me beneath the water.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re the kind of woman I could easily fall for.” Damn him! “No.” He shakes his head. “You’re the woman I have fallen for.”
Holy shit! My eyes widen in surprise at his admission.
“But I don’t want more.”
Well, fuck me, that was a bit of emotional whiplash.
“So, let me get this right… you’ve fallen for me, but don’t want me?”
“Oh, I want you, Camryn. Don’t think for one moment that I don’t want you.” Hunger burns in his eyes, and I can tell he means the words.
“You just don’t want a relationship?” I finish for him.
“Yes.”
“But I don’t want a relationship with you, Nate.”
His eyes widen with surprise. It’s been incredible this week together, but that hasn’t changed the way I feel.
“I like you. Actually, I like you a lot. Especially, your dick…” Reaching out wrapping my hand around it with a smirk. “I thought I made it clear from the start, Nate. My life is my business at the moment.” My hand grips him tighter. “I’m not looking for anything more.” Letting my hand glide over his dick, I feel it harden underneath me. “Am I going to miss staying here and being able to ride your dick any time I want? Yes.” My hand grips him tighter. “I’ve liked living with you. I like coming home to you. I like having your dick on call twenty-four seven.” Grinning as my hand keeps sliding against his velvety skin. “I like you… a lot.” I emphasize the words. “But I’m going to be selfish this year. It’s all about me and my wants. My needs. I’m not going to compromise for anyone.”
“Fuck, Camryn.” Nate’s eyes roll back inside his head as I continue to glide over him. “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you, and to be honest, it scares me.”
“You’re going to be a hard man to forget, Nate Lewis.”
“Then don’t,” he’s quick to answer, pushing me back against the wall. “Don’t stop fucking me.” His words are desperate. “I’m not ready to let you go.”
“I won’t be faithful, Nate. I’ve told you, I’m being selfish this year,” I warn him.
“I can’t either. Not in this world. Temptation is all around me.”
“So what do you want?”
“You, when I’m in town,” he suggests.
“Like a booty call?”
“Yes. Maybe even friends with benefits?”
“Will I be getting a membership to The Paradise Club?” I counter his offer.
“If you want. Free of charge. Call it a friends-with-benefits offer.” He gives me a smirk.
“What happens if I’m busy when you’re in town?”
“Then you’re busy. When you can fit me in, I’ll be there.”
“You can have anyone in the world? Why do you want this with me?” I don’t think I’m that much of a catch.
Nate’s hands cup my face as he looks at me tenderly. “I don’t want to let you go, Camryn. I’m being the selfish one now because I like being around you. I like being with you. I simply like you a lot.” Nate emphasizes the words which make me smile.
“Okay,” I agree to his request, and for some reason, he seems surprised.
“Okay?” He double-checks with me.
“Nate, I like riding your dick. Of course, I’m going to be okay with fucking you any chance I can get.”
“Is that so?” Of course, complimenting a man on his dick has him rising to the occasion.
“Yes, it is so. It’s a fine dick.”
“Fine?”
“Not as in okay fine as in fffiiinnneee.” I wiggle my brows, which makes him chuckle.
“Well, how about you ride this fffiiinnneee dick one last time before I have to give you back.”
“That sounds fine to me.” I giggle as Nate turns off the shower.
27
Camryn
“I can’t believe you guys are here,” I state while wrapping my arms around Ivy and Olivia.
“This place truly looks like paradise to me.” My sister looks around the island in awe.
“Wait till you get further in… it’s a dirty paradise.” I send them both a wink, and Olivia gives me a knowing smile, but my sister’s jaw drops a little. I think it’s going to be fun shocking her, and I am looking forward to it.
“Thanks, Steven.” The concierge has laden up the golf buggy with their bags, and I give him a quick salute.
“He’s cute.” Ivy, my sister, elbows me.
“He’s available to play.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
“Really?” Ivy turns her head around to get a second look.
“You can tell by the colored bracelets they wear.” I explain the meanings behind them to them both. “Yours are waiting at your villa for you.”
“Thanks for inviting us. As much as I love my parents, being stuck on an island with them for too much longer would have had me jumping ship,” Olivia groans.
“Thanks for coming. I know things are tough for you at the moment.” It’s not like Axel, from Dirty Texas, and Olivia were ever going to be able to run off into the sunset with each other and live happily ever after. The girl is bound to some royal creep that her parents are desperate for her to marry. One thing you can say about Olivia Pearce is she’s fiercely loyal, maybe to a fault, but each to their own.
“I never want to hear the name Axel Taylor, or listen to another Dirty Texas song for as long as I live,” Olivia huffs.
That’s going to be a little hard seeing as they are the biggest band in the world. At least my man-drama is wrapped up in the society pages of New York and not the world.
We continue on through the winding rainforest paths of the resort, while I point out the benefits of the different areas.
“Oh my God, that man is naked.” Ivy gasps as we pass the beach area, where a tall, dark, and extremely well-endowed man is walking out of the ocean along the beach to his towel.
“Get a good look, did ya, sis?” I begin giggling while taking in her shocked expression.
“Sure did. You can’t miss that thing hanging between his legs.” She turns back to me and bursts out laughing, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.
“It was impressive,” Olivia adds with a smile.
“Wouldn’t mind giving it a bit of a test drive,” I add.
“So, nothing’s been happening with Nate, then?” Ivy asks.
“Of course not… I’ve been utterly professional.” Keeping my eyes on the path, I dare not look at my sister because she will know instantly.
“Bullshit!” Olivia calls from behind.
“I call bullshit, too,” Ivy adds.
“Come on, guys, I’m a professional.” They both know me too well, though, and have guessed correctly.
“Professional at riding dick,” my sister jabs.
“Hey!” Making her laugh, I give her an elbow to the ribs.
“Not saying there’s anything wrong with that, though,” she quickly adds. “Nate is good-looking, and there’s a spark between the two of you. You’re both single. You’re at a sex resort. I mean, hello… sex is flowing all around you. You can’t tell me you haven’t slipped just once?” Ivy pushes.
I remain silent for a couple of beats. “Fine! Yes, okay? I slipped a couple of times.”
The girls squeal at my confession.
“It was good, wasn’t it?” Olivia questions.
“Of course, it was. The guy owns a sex resort. He knows what he’s doing.”
“And?” Ivy pushes, asking for more.
“And, that’s it. We both had a need to scratch, which we did. But that’s it.” Turning to look at my sister, she looks disappointed.
“Will you sleep with him again
?” Olivia asks.
“Maybe. Maybe not. There are plenty of other men on the resort who are up for a good time.” Turning toward the beach where the overwater bungalows are located and where we’re all staying, I continue driving.
“You’re going to hook up with other people?” Ivy seems shocked by my admission.
“Um… yeah. I don’t have a ring on my finger. We’re both single, so why not?”
“You won’t be jealous?” she continues.
“No. We aren’t in a relationship.”
Ivy has a frown on her face. I know this is hard for her to understand because Ivy isn’t like me, she thinks as soon as you’ve slept with someone, you are monogamous. That you don’t dare look at anyone else, even if you don’t have a commitment from them. She gets her heart broken a lot. She can’t change the way she is. When the right man comes along, he will treat her right and the way she deserves, but until then, she has to wade her way through all the damn dickheads.
“Wish I was more like you.” Her answer comes out quietly and on a sigh.
“Oh, babe...” I feel sad for her, “… I’m sorry. But it is who you are. You’re a good person, you don’t have to change yourself for a guy.”
“I lack confidence, that’s my problem.”
“You are the best interior designer in the world,” Olivia adds.
“Thanks.” Ivy sighs. “I’m so confident when it comes to work and dealing with men at work, even if I find them attractive. But when I step out of work mode, I turn into this wallflower.”
“But, that’s okay, too.” I attempt to reassure my sister that being a wallflower is fine if that’s who she truly is. She doesn’t have to be something she’s not.
“I think I’m missing out on things… on life… and on really good sex,” she confesses.
Ah, okay, she’s been thinking about this.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place to experiment.”
“You wouldn’t think I was weird?” she asks.
“What! No,” I reassure her. “This is an extremely safe environment to test out being someone else. To experiment. To be free.” Reaching out, I squeeze her leg.
“Thanks, Camryn.” She gives me a small smile as we continue on in silence until we arrive at our destination.
“Here we are,” I state as I pull up out the front of the overwater bungalows.”
“Oh my… this is…” Ivy's eyes widen.
I know, it was my first thought too when Nate showed them to me. These large, luxurious villas are set out over the crystal blue of the ocean. The colorful fish are darting playfully around beneath the see-through flooring.
“Let me show you inside.” We walk over a little bridge, and once we get to the villa door, I swipe my card across the lock, the light turning green, and it opens for us.
“This is gorgeous,” Ivy says as she takes in the all-white and wood of the overwater bungalows.
“Oh my God, look at the pool,” Olivia adds. There is a lap pool that juts from outside to inside the room. “Look at the fish.” She points to the clear bottom of the pool, where you can see the tropical fish swimming around beneath the pool.
“Whoever designed these rooms is amazing,” Ivy adds. “I’m going to need to know who did this?”
“I’ll find out for you. Come on, you’re next door,” I indicate to my sister. Just as we’re leaving, there’s a knock at the door. Opening up Olivia’s villa door, there stands a Scandinavian god—blond hair pulled into a man bun, a little bit of stubble on his jawline, his white polo shirt pulled tightly across his muscular torso and thick corded biceps. He’s standing there with a bottle of champagne and a platter of chocolate-covered strawberries.
“Miss Starr, Miss Starr,” he greets Ivy and me. “I’m Leon, Miss Pearce’s villa host.” We move away from the door to give Olivia a look, her mouth falls open in shock.
“Liv, this is your butler.” Smiling from ear to ear, Leon enters the villa, putting the items down for her. Olivia’s staring at him in awe. She also appears a little flustered.
“Miss Pearce, I’m your host, Leon,” he introduces himself directly to her. “And I am here at your service day and night to fulfill any of your needs.”
Ivy’s eyes widen as she mouths to me, “Anything?”
I nod my head. Honestly, I don’t think her eyes could widen any more than they are.
“Let’s go.” Ivy grabs my hand.
“Liv, dinner in a couple of hours. Meet you out front,” Ivy yells out over her shoulder as she pulls me back over the bridge.
“Is that man for real, Cam?” Ivy questions me.
“Yes. Each villa has a host especially allocated to you, who caters to anything you want.”
“You’re not spelling it out, Camryn. Anything I want… like as in… sexually?”
“Yes.” Chuckling at my sister’s enthusiasm, I carry on with, “You can ask them to do anything you want, or they can arrange anything you want. You have a whole tablet filled with naughty requests.”
Ivy simply shakes her head as we link arms, and I show her to her room.
It isn’t long until Ivy has a knock on her door. She claps her hands excitedly as I walk over and open the door for her.
“Miss Starr, my name is Grange, and I will be looking after your guest during her stay,” says the gorgeous golden-haired, South African god. He looks like he’s stepped off the Rugby field, his uniform is seconds away from combusting from his taut muscles. He too has a bottle of champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries, so I move aside for him to enter.
“Have fun, see you in a couple of hours.” My sister doesn’t even notice me shutting the door, her eyes are transfixed on the demigod moving toward her.
Walking back to my villa that is directly across from them, with a smile on my face, I hope they both enjoy their hosts. Swiping my key to my villa door, I’m surprised to see someone already waiting for me inside.
“Miss Starr.” The handsome dark-haired man grins at me. “My name is Massimo, and I will be looking after you during your stay. Thick jet-black hair is swept back in a perfect quaff, his dark tanned arms a stark contrast to his white polo. There is a little bit of scruff on his square jaw. The darkest eyes look down at me hungrily. I’m a sucker for an accent—Italian—and his is dripping in sex. “I’ve poured you a glass of champagne.” He hands me the chilled stemmed glass. “Mr. Lewis…” I tense at the mention of Nate’s name, “… he asked me to give something to you.” Raising a brow at him, he has my attention. “He has asked if you’re wearing any panties underneath your dress?” It takes me a couple of moments to comprehend what he’s asked. “If you are, he has requested you to remove them, please.” His request is dripping with need.
I’m wearing a short mini dress, so of course, I’m wearing underwear, because if I bent over, you would be able to see what I had for breakfast. But, I do as I’m told and roll down my G-string, letting it fall on the floor beside me.
Massimo smiles. “Please, follow me.” He holds out his hand and takes me outside onto the semi-covered deck. “Do not worry, your guests will not see you.” Massimo presses a button, and the once clear glass walls on the outside turn opaque. “No one can see us now.” He indicates for me to sit on one of the daybeds before getting on his knees in front of me. “Mr. Lewis said that this would relax you. That you would be anxious about your guests arriving, so he wanted me to help with that.” My dress has ridden up my thighs where I am sitting on the edge of the daybed, exposing me to Massimo’s hungry gaze. Slowly, I open my legs for him making him grin. “One last thing,” Massimo adds. “Mr. Lewis will be watching.” Huh? “He wants to make sure I am doing a good job.”
“How is he watching?”
“He has set up cameras in your room to watch you,” Massimo explains. “There’s a remote beside your bed that you can press if you would like privacy, and Mr. Lewis will be unable to watch you.”
“Where are the cameras?”
“They are e
verywhere in your villa except for the bathroom.” Well, that’s interesting. “He cannot hear you, he can only watch.”
Most women might find this creepy, that a man would set up cameras to watch you get off with another man, and I guess outside of this setting, it would be. But to me, it’s fucking hot. Looking down where an eager Massimo is kneeling waiting for my signal to start, I’m going to make sure that what Nate sees is worth it. You like watching, Nate, well, I’m going to put on a show for you.
“You may continue, Massimo.”
As I lay back, I am feeling the prickles of his whiskers against my thighs.
28
Nate
This could possibly have been the stupidest idea I’ve ever had. Fucking creepy too. I watch as Massimo explains to Camryn what I’ve done. I watch as she looks around the room trying to work out where the cameras are. A small smile falls across her face, and that’s when I realize she likes the idea. Letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I then watch as she lays back against the daybed opening her legs wide for Massimo.
I do the same thing, except I’m in my villa.
“You may start,” I let Tanya, one of my staff, know I’m ready for her. I chose Tanya as her hair color is the closest to Camryn’s. I want to look down at her sucking me off while watching Camryn get off and think about only her. I’m sick, aren’t I? Like that’s not normal, right? I mean, I know the resort hosts heaps of different kinds of fetishes, but this one, the one that has me obsessed over a gorgeous blonde English event planner, has to be the craziest.
I watch as Massimo’s face disappears between Camryn’s creamy thighs, her eyes open, her back arching at the first swipe of his tongue against her slit. I don’t even notice Tanya’s wet mouth wrapped around my dick—I’m too transfixed on Camryn’s reaction—the way her hand moves to her covered breast, her palm squeezing her flesh through the cotton of her dress.