The Island

by Daya Daniels

  Beyond the window, the sky is black and full of twinkling stars and a white moon. The salty sea breeze creeps in through the open louvered doors which lead out to the deck attached to this beautiful suite. A cedar-scented candle on the nightstand next to us burns and flickers. Its powerful aroma brings calm and helps me to relax.

  The crash of the waves as they roll in fill my head along with all the moans which slip from Joy’s sweet lips.

  Growling, my chest puffs up with air, every muscle in my arms is tight. I’m completely naked, stretched out on expensive sheets and covered in sweat. I grip her hips with firm hands, holding on tight for the ride. Only I’m it.

  “Oh, Brooks.” She tosses her hair, arches her neck back and gives me a smoldering look. Her breasts bounce everywhere. Sweat trickles down the line of her neck and slicks her breasts. When she leans forward, I draw a perked nipple into my mouth and suck on it.

  My hands go higher.

  She forces them back down to her hips so that’s where they stay.

  A hiss slips from me with every rise and fall she makes on my cock and the condom which covers it. Up and down. Her pussy slides over my length, massaging it. And then the fucking grows more frantic. Her cries more wild. My own unrestrained.

  “Oh, Brooks.” She grips the headboard behind me, using it as leverage.

  I simply look up at her and adore the woman I’ve been in love with since college.

  She’s perfect.

  Sexy.

  Smart.

  Insatiable.

  My thighs twitch. My balls tighten. I clench my teeth while making my best attempt at staying still. I want to flip her over, rip this condom off, fuck her from behind and leave my cum in every hole in her body. None of it will happen…

  She leans in.

  My hand clutches the back of her head and I pull her in for a ravenous kiss, searching her mouth with my tongue. Consuming her. Tasting her. Claiming her.

  She plants her shaky hand on my chest, right in the middle over my heart and grinds into me hard. Her eyes go wide. Her mouth falls open. She impales herself on me over and over and over.

  SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

  Her ass slams into my crotch.

  With each violent move, a grunt is forced from me.

  “I love you, Brooks.” She smiles.

  My thumb caresses her sweaty cheek. “Not more than I love you, Joy.”

  Grinning, she fucks me harder, screaming wildly like I’m killing her!

  SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

  I hold on to her hips, reveling in her sweat-slicked skin and how her stomach contorts with each move she makes. She’s incredible. And right now, she’s lost in some wild place, riding my cock into oblivion and forcing me to lose all control of my words.

  “Fuck.” The word rips from me as my balls tighten to painful.

  I wince when Joy’s fingernails dig into my shoulder.

  She moves faster, harder, taking me in deeper. “Oh, Brooks!” She cries out my name, her movements jerky and crazed, body tense all over.

  My eyes go wide, then my eyelids become heavy. A grinding desire takes place far down below. One that affects. A savage groan floats from me, shaking my chest. I hold on to Joy tighter, keeping her completely still as my cock pistons hard—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven times as I let go.

  She hops off my throbbing dick before I’m even done.

  I grip it quickly with my hand, jerking out my orgasm and wasted cum. With a breath, I tidy myself up and collapse against the pillows. Joy leans into me, and panting, she tacks herself to my side and buries her face in the crook of my neck.

  I wrap my arms around her and press a kiss to the top of her head and smile. She tosses me a sweet post-orgasmic expression. We simply breathe and fix our eyes on the view of the ocean that is beyond the deck outside.

  “It’s incredible here.” Joy tosses a leg over mine. Her fingers glide over my chest and tease the sparse line of hair which runs down my stomach. The motion is soothing and encourages my eyes to fall closed. “You work too much, Brooks. You need to take a break.”

  I smile. “Says the woman who works just as much as I do…”

  My eyes pop open.

  She laughs softly. “I don’t work as much as you do, but I do work a lot.” Her beautiful eyes find mine. Her hand lifts and her delicate fingers run through my hair. “I think these locks look way better when they’re wild and not slicked back.”

  A laugh shakes my chest.

  “No one would ever know your hair is naturally curly, Brooks.” Her fingers comb through it.

  “I’m really sorry, Joy.” I cringe. “I know I promised I wouldn’t this weekend, but I do have a lot of work to do. I plan to get it all done tomorrow.” My eyes land on my open laptop which rests on the desk across the room.

  “Then you’ll leave the laptop here in the safe?”

  I look away from her briefly wanting to laugh out loud at the absurdity of her suggestion.

  In a safe?

  It is widely believed that the world is in ruins because of society’s addiction to our gadgets—cellphones, laptops, tablets, iPods. The list goes on. These gadgets become an extension of us rather than just something we only use on occasion. I consider the fleeting rage I’d experienced in the last few years when I’d checked into the odd hotel that I’d discovered too late didn’t have Wi-Fi.

  These days, who doesn’t have Wi-Fi!

  It-is-a-necessity.

  Joy’s aim with us moving to the next island—a place which guarantees total rest and relaxation and that promises to make you anew—is to put us off the grid for a few days. She wants everyone to reconnect with their true selves or some bullshit. Honestly, I can’t blame her for trying. I just wonder if I’ll truly be able to do it without losing a sizeable piece of my sanity while there.

  “Yes, I guess I will. I promise.”

  “And your cellphone?”

  My groan is loud.

  Joy pokes me in the side. “The hotel on the next island has a land line for emergencies only. It’s policy. No electronics.”

  Pressing my lips together, I frown, gaze out the window.

  “That’s why it’s called a vacation, Brooks.” She taps a finger on my cheek.

  I lift a hand in surrender. “Okay, okay, okay.”

  “Okay.” She kisses my lips.

  “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

  “You’ve always been so good to me.”

  I toss her a charming smile. “So, why won’t you have my baby then?”

  She stiffens then her expression collapses. “We’re not ready, Brooks.”

  You’re not ready…

  I want to scream that we need to slow down. The both of us do. And that after all this time we should have started a family but work and ambition have somehow gotten in the way. But instead, I say nothing, allowing my silence to say it all instead.

  What’s the point of all this if all we have in the end is more money, a bigger house, and more things? All the shit we don’t even need to be happy…But, I push on so that Joy can be proud of me, and especially of herself.

  She is a woman of more, until it suits her that I do less. So, until that changes, I’ve decided I’ll work my ass off to keep her content.

  Joy’s eyes avoid mine right before she shifts and rests her cheek on my chest.

  The topic I push to chat about isn’t exactly post-coitus conversation and I know it will ultimately end in an argument if either of us say the wrong thing.

  I pretend as if I didn’t hear her earlier reply. “So, why won’t you have my baby then?” My lips brush her temple.

  Her browns flicker up, lashes fluttering, begging. “Can we talk about this when we get back home?”

  My expression doesn’t change. I drag my fingers through her hair, then clutch her hand adoring the two-carat diamond solitaire and the sapphire and diamond-encrusted band which goes along with it that I’d put there more than ten years ago. “Of course.”
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  “Okay then…when we get back home.”

  “Yeah.” I focus on the picturesque view. “When we get back home…”

  Tenley

  I HAD INSISTED…

  It’s been a wonderful evening.

  After leaving the restaurant and finding myself full of wine and champagne and zucchini lasagna, James urged me to go for a walk with him on the beach. We kissed. We fell on to the lounge chairs, giggling and laughing and talking of plans for the future.

  Beneath the stars he held me tight and told me that he was happy we’ve decided to take this trip. I brushed his unruly hair away from his eyes and glanced up at the man who I’ve been in love with for so many years and smiled. Even though he was a bit drunk, he was still sweet, holding me close and gazing out at the waves and the white froth they left behind when they receded from the shoreline.

  I snatched up a handful of soft white sand, held it for a moment then let it slip through my fingers, remembering that it’s exactly how time feels. It appears as though there’s so much of it. It’s so delicate, but in great proportions it’s heavy. My hand was weighed down by that sand until I let it go. It slipped through my fingers like it often feels like our lives are doing. And then it was gone.

  James works far too much.

  He’s already accomplished in life what I feel as though I’m still working on.

  I am still becoming.

  Whereas he has already arrived.

  He’ll never understand my fears about becoming a mother, but raising a child alone, while he’s halfway across the world trudging through the jungles of Borneo to find diamonds while I’m home breastfeeding until I’m sucked dry, isn’t exactly one of my life goals.

  James will never see things my way.

  He’s as desperate to have a family as I am to get Fennel off the ground.

  Why should motherhood come first?

  Because it’s the way it’s always been done?

  No fair.

  I see no reason that my life, and goals, however flighty they may seem, should take a back seat to James’.

  As we giggled to no end out on that beach tonight, tripping and falling over one another, I wrapped my arms around my husband and just begged him to hold me and keep me safe. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and told me I’m the best thing that ever happened to him.

  So much honesty had root in his words that they felt hefty when he gave them to me.

  They held weight.

  It was heavy shit.

  I told James the same, but that I just needed more time, whatever that meant. He didn’t press or push or beg. He only exhaled and kissed me again, giving me that same look he had on the first day we met back in Cambridge. It was adoring and damn near melted my heart and stole my panties out from right under my shorts. I knew on the very day when I met James that my life was about to change in some noteworthy way, and it had. It hasn’t been the same since.

  So, tonight, when we crashed through the doors of this gorgeous suite that’s only steps from the beach, I didn’t want to get into the standard “birth control” conversation which always occurs right before we fuck. I already feel guilty about lying since I’d claimed that I’d stopped taking the little pink pills. I haven’t. In fact, I don’t know if I ever will.

  I keep telling myself momentarily though…

  Soon.

  Tomorrow.

  Next week.

  Each time I grab that glass of water and hold that tiny pill in my hand I tell myself it’ll be the last one before I toss it down my throat. And it never is.

  Now, I’m on my knees, staring up at the man I love and his beautiful abs.

  The salty sea breeze washes over me, ruffles my strands, and tickles my cheeks.

  James pinches my nose and vaults his hips against my face, shoving his cock down my throat.

  I don’t move, only keep my fingers linked behind my back.

  His mouth is gaped, alluring expression scribbled across his features as he cradles my cheeks and continuously brushes my wild hair out of my face. This man looks at me like I’m fucking gold. As if he’s mesmerized by my shine.

  “God, you’re amazing, Tenley.” He sucks in a harsh breath and cranes his neck up to the ceiling. Then his hips move, slow at first and then the motion becomes more manic.

  He growls. He moans. He says the dirtiest shit known to the universe.

  And I eat every filthy word up like the hungry woman I am.

  Pride swells my chest and it only encourages me to take him deeper. I work the length of his wet dick with my hand, sliding it along his hot flesh from root to tip. Licking my lips, I taste the precum there and smile at the sight of his balls which have become perfectly swollen.

  He rocks into me once more. Ragged breaths leave his mouth. Droplets of sweat roll down his face, over his Adam’s apple and make their way down the middle of his heaving chest. Those palms are all over my face, clutching, caressing, so tenderly. His wide eyes land on me in wonder.

  I swallow down my moans.

  The squelch of his dick as it blasts pasts my lips fills the suite.

  My jaw aches.

  But I push on, loving the discomfort, getting high off his pleasure.

  My mouth is stretched wide, hand sopping wet, eyes watery from the lack of oxygen.

  With a growl and a violent shudder, my mouth is filled with his cum. It’s given to me in long, hot spurts, hitting the back of my throat and soaking me in him. I swallow everything.

  Leaning forward, he slams a hand against the wall above me and heaves out a violent breath. He spears his fingers into my hair and blinks rapidly. “Holy fuck, Ten.” He caresses my cheek. “I swear this is part of the reason I married you.” He laughs softly then puts his index finger and thumb together. “Just a tiny part.” He tucks himself away and lowers to the floor where I am then pulls me in close.

  We find a spot against the wall, legs stretched out on the floor and clothes completely disheveled.

  I settle against his chest. “I love you, James.”

  “I love you, Tenley.” He kisses the top of my head.

  I gaze out at the ocean. “Even though I’m just some washed-up MIT has-been…”

  He’s still breathing heavily. “Oh, please not this again, and that isn’t true.” He cups my chin and forces me to look at him. “I am proud of you, Tenley, of everything you’re doing. I really am. I think Fennel is great, and I truly believe it’s going to be a hit. You have a knack for owning your own business. I want you to do what makes you happy. And that is all.” He smiles.

  My expression softens, and I sink deeper into his embrace.

  Comforting.

  Strong.

  Something I’d die without.

  “You really mean that?” I find his eyes.

  A tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “When have I ever lied to you, Tenley?”

  It takes me a while to answer, I’m not sure why. But then I shift so that I’m looking right in his beautiful brown eyes. He looks sad. And I know it’s because I haven’t given him exactly what he wants. Not yet. But still there’s hope in his eyes that sooner rather than later I will.

  “When?” He tilts his head to the side and waits for me to answer his earlier question.

  When has James ever lied to me?

  My fingers crawl along the middle of his powerful chest. “Never.”

  He smiles.

  And that is why I love you…

  Brooks

  THE NEXT DAY…

  “Thank you so much, sir.” The woman behind the desk smiles. “We will return your belongings to you the second you arrive back at the resort. If you wish, you can give us a call and someone from concierge can bring them to your suite.” She nods.

  “Yes, thank you.” I take the registration card, shove it into my wallet, and exhale. Then, I glance down at my suitcase that holds just enough crap in it for a long romantic weekend.

  Joy only smiled late last night and told me I wouldn
’t be needing much clothing for where we’re going. Secretly, I wondered if I could leave the box of condoms behind here too, but I knew just the thought of it was probably going too far. I fiddle with the handle of the rollaway then let it go and look around.

  The lobby is empty.

  Garnett Silk’s “Lord Watch Over Our Shoulders” drifts through the place.

  It’s late in the afternoon and the people who are here are enjoying the free ice tea and mingling.

  Joy had left this morning, said she couldn’t wait to get to the next destination, but since she was mindful I had to work, she decided to let me sleep in. As soon as I woke, I got to work. I debated leaving this island tomorrow morning for the next boat, but now I’m anxious to get there. So now, I’m here.

  I stare at my belongings strewn across the counter feeling forlorn.

  Slowly, the woman behind the desk snatches everything up—my lifelines—my laptop and cellphone and places it all in a safe.

  I massage the back of my neck then spin around and head toward the doors and out into the salty breeze. I pull my sunglasses on. The sky is blue, and the air is humid. Still, it’s breathtakingly beautiful.

  “Sir, can I help you?” The bellman approaches and reaches for my suitcase.

  “Um, yes, I need to get the ferry to the next island.” I squint and focus on the marina ahead.

  The bellman shakes his head. “I’m very sorry, sir, but the last ferry left hours ago and the next one isn’t until tomorrow morning.”

  I point ahead, completely confused. “The boat is right there.”

  The bellman frowns. “Yes, sir, I know, but the captain has berthed the boat for the rest of the day…something about the rain.”

  I glance up at the blue sky, miffed. But then as I look out at the horizon, I absorb the sight of the thick gray which lingers there…A weird sort of phenomenon. “Rain?” I toss the bellman a look.

  Whenever do they decide not to sail out because of rain?

  “Yes, sir.” With a shrug, he smiles sheepishly. “I can have your suitcase sent back to your room and have someone come to you first thing tomorrow morning and escort you to the ferry. I am very sorry for this inconvenience.” He reaches for my suitcase.