by Frankie Love
“I own the resort. And four others like it.”
“Really?” She cocks her head to the side. “So today, at the bar …”
“I like to make sure the guests are happy, working on the ground level helps me maintain a level of excellence with my employees and the people staying here.”
“That’s really …” She licks her lips and I sense her pulling back.
“Really what?”
“Intimidating. Brody, I’m just … I rent a room in an apartment in Charleston. I drive a Ford Focus and last summer I drove Uber to make ends meet. I just think … I’m not the kind of girl you’d want.” Then she swallows, color draining from her face. “Oh shit. I’m so stupid. This is just a hookup … not anything real … of course. Why else would you ask me back here.” She drops her face in her hands, flustered and stepping back. “That’s why I don’t do this, ever.”
I step toward her, pulling her into my arms. “Hey, hey, Bay. It’s okay. Don’t get upset. I’m telling you, I don’t do this either.” I lift her chin with the crook of my finger. “You are singular. Perfect. The one I want.”
“For tonight,” she says softly, but there is bitterness in her tone.
“No. Forever.”
She rolls her eyes. “You just met me. Don’t hurt me with words like that.”
“I’m not making empty promises. I want this. You and me. Why not?”
“Because we’re strangers?… Because you ….” She stops talking. Instead she looks up at me and laughs. “Brody, I don’t mean that. You don’t feel like a stranger. You feel like—”
“Home.” I run my hand over her cheek. “I’ve never met someone who made me feel like that before. Like they were the part I’d been missing. The piece to the puzzle. The other half of my heart.”
“We just met.” She bites her lip, eyes bright with hope, with possibility.
“Thank god.” I pull her to me again. This time, I won’t let go.
Bayleigh
He is way too good to be true. Sexy and rich and … kind. So gentle. So sweet.
He kisses me tenderly, cupping my face and I can’t stop thinking about his words … I want this. You and me. I tense as I think of it.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, tucking my hair behind my ears. “Did I do something?”
“It’s just a lot … You being so sure of me when we don’t even …” I turn my gaze to the floor.
“Hey,” he says softly, lifting my chin. “We can slow down. I don’t want to rush this.”
I smirk. “You sure? You just told me I felt like home.”
He smiles. “Well, that’s the truth, Bay. But hey, let’s just take our time. Tell me everything about yourself. Give me a reason to believe this isn’t fate.”
He takes my hand and leads me out to the porch through glass doors. It’s a modern home perched on the edge of the world and it feels like I’ve been swept up in some other girl’s fairy tale.
“Let me get us drinks,” he says. “Red, white, more tequila?”
“White wine sounds good,” I say. Brody goes back inside and I take a second to text Tabby.
I’m with Bro — I think I’ll be here a while longer. You okay?
She replies right away. Stay the night! You deserve to have fun Bay. Love you.
I send her an emoji kissy face and return my phone to my tote bag. The sun is setting on the horizon and I lean back in the lounge chair, taking in the pastel sky.
“Beautiful, right?” Brody says, returning with filled wine glasses on a tray with cheeses and crackers. “I didn’t have any burritos in the freezer — sorry.”
I giggle, patting my belly. “I think this one burrito is plenty.” We pick up our glasses and Brody makes a toast.
“To taking a chance.”
I take a sip of wine, the sweet, crisp taste relaxing me. “So how did you go from having nothing to having so much?” I ask him, thinking of his childhood in foster care and now owning this exclusive resort.
“I went to college, got a MBA, and got lucky with a few investments in the stock market. Once I had capital, I found an investor who believed in me. I was lucky that Carlton, my mentor throughout grad school, wanted to take a risk on a kid like me.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“What about you? What’s your life like?”
“I live in Charleston, like I said. Went to school for advertising. What that translates to is posting on social media for a flavored water company and a line of organic makeup.”
“You like that?” he asks, picking up a cracker with some cheese.
“In some ways. But a lot of times the work falls flat. I get lonely, working alone all day. I’d prefer to work with other people; a team. And stop living paycheck to paycheck.”
“Have you looked for other work?”
I shrug. “Not really, because changing jobs means losing a paycheck, maybe two. I can’t really afford that. Heck, I’m only on this trip because Tabby insisted on getting me a room and she used her airline miles to get me the ticket.” Heat rises to my face. “Sorry, I feel weird talking about money with you.”
Brody rests his hand on my arm. “Hey, don’t feel weird. I get it. It’s hard to be on your own, to have to make life work without anyone to fall back on.”
“Looks like you managed it all so effortlessly.”
He chuckles. “Bay, I work seventy hours a week. I never take time off, unless I do what I did today.”
“Working the swim-up bar is your time off?” I shake my head. “You were working that bar for hours.”
“It’s a different kind of work, though — I’m outside, smiling … meeting you.”
Our eyes meet and a wave of desire washes over me. “So why are you such a workaholic?”
He exhales. “I don’t have a reason to slow down. No one is waiting for me at home.”
“And do you wish there were?”
Time seems to still as he looks at me. “Yes Bayleigh, I do.”
Emotions catch in my throat. I can see myself here, with him. Being his safe place, his home base.
“This is crazy, Brody,” I say in a whisper.
“No. This is magic.”
“You’ll wake up tomorrow and the spell will have broken. I’ll go back to the hotel room Tabby paid for and I’ll be another notch on your bedpost.”
Frustration flares in Brody’s eyes. “Don’t minimize this.”
“I don’t want to get hurt.”
“Then let me protect your heart.”
I blink back the tears. Never has a man talked to me like this — never has a man made me feel so safe.
“You seem like the perfect man. Funny and sweet and sexy …”
“You think I’m sexy?” he says, lifting his eyebrow.
I roll my eyes. “Oh come on, you practically had me coming in the pool when you described your little fantasy.”
He laughs, the wine sloshing out of his glass.
I cover my mouth. “I can’t believe I just admitted that.”
Brody stands, takes my glass from my hand and sets it on the table. He pulls me up and runs his hands over my back. As I step closer I feel his thick erection and my pussy tightens in want all over again.
“I like it when you say exactly what you think. And you don’t need tequila to let your guard down with me. I’m telling you, I won’t let you down.”
I run my hands over his bare chest, the ladder of abs, the chiseled muscle. “You don’t mind if I go down, though, do you?” My hand runs over his board shorts, my mind racing with the thought of his thickness in my mouth.
He grunts, closing his eyes. “Damn, Bay, you are a mirage.”
“No. I’m real.” I let my kimono fall to the deck and I drop to my knees. Untying his shorts, I tug them off, past his hips, and his big cock is in my face, just waiting to be sucked. “You’re huge,” I murmur, taking him in my hand. His length is so impressive. “It gets me wet just touching it.”
“Oh god,” he gr
owls, his fingers threading through my hair. “You’re fucking insane.”
His encouragement has me opening my mouth, opening up for him nice and wide. I want to choke on his cock, to gag. I want him to come hard in my mouth so I can swallow his release. My clit is on fire with the thought.
I start sucking his tasty cock, nice and good. Licking him, swirling my tongue over his tip, then taking him deeper, deeper, as much as I can manage to take. I wish it were more. I stroke his base, my fingers fondling his tight hot balls and he groans as I move my head faster. Faster.
I clench my pussy over and over again, loving the idea of getting so close to coming without a single touch. “Make me gag,” I tell him. And he seems to know what I need. He places his hands on my head and forces my mouth against his head.
It turns me on, him taking control and I dip my hand under my bikini bottoms, fingering myself. My cunt is dripping and my slit is so slick. He forces me to take him deeper and I’m gagging just the way I like.
When he comes in my mouth, I begin to suck even more eagerly. My pussy juice is on my hand and I bring it to his shaft, stroking him as I swallow. Swallow everything.
We’re breathless as he finishes, and I pull back, licking my lips, savoring every last drop of his salty come.
“Fuck, Bay,” he groans, eyes dark with desire. “This is better than my fucking fantasy. It’s my dream come true.”
Brody
She is more than beautiful … she’s the girl singing a siren song that only I can hear. I’d drown for her, die for her — give her everything she ever wanted, needed, craved. In one night she became my whole world and I’ll never let her go.
“Come here, baby,” I tell her, taking her in my arms. She stands and I run my thumb over her full lips. She’s the breath of fresh air I’ve been craving my entire life. “Let me see you, all of you.”
I untie her string bikini at the neck, the back, and the triangle cups fall to the floor, revealing the tight nipples and full tits I just got off thinking about. “Fuck,” I groan, kissing her breasts, my tongue swirling around her pretty little nubs. She whimpers as I kiss her and I look up into eyes.
“You know what I am already planning?” I ask.
“What?” she asks breathless.
“I’m gonna titty fuck you so hard, my come is going to coat these pretty tits of yours.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Prove it, Brody.”
I laugh, loving the way she gives and takes. “First things first,” I say, untying the bikini strings on her hips. “Let’s see this pretty little cunt of yours.”
With her bottoms off, I lead her to the lounge chair, telling her to lie back so I can get a proper look at her pink pussy.
“What if someone is down on the beach and sees?”
I chuckle. “You weren’t worried about that when you sucked my cock.”
Her cheeks flare bright red. “Oh gosh, I didn’t even think …”
“Shhh,” I say, dropping to my knees before her. “This beach is private. Mine alone.”
That seems to relax her. Her shoulders fall, yet she lifts her eyes as I ease her knees apart. “Come on, baby, let me see all of you.”
When I spread her legs, I see her juicy cunt, just like I dreamed. So slick and ready. “Come here, baby,” I tell her, easing her ass lower on the chair, needing it on the edge. “Let me have a good taste of your sweetness.”
She whimpers as I breathe hot air over her, her pussy awake and wanting. My tongue runs over her and her knees buckle at first flick.
“It’s okay, love. I’m right here. Let me take care of you the way you deserve.”
Her eyes close and she lets me have my way with her. My tongue twirls around her pink bud, sucking her clit as she moans in delight.
“Oh, Brody, oh, oh, yes, ” she screams as her body explodes with pleasure. Her skin is hot, sweaty, excited. And mine is too. She loves the way I lick her and it makes me move my mouth faster, wanting her to receive as much pleasure as she gave me.
When her legs are shaking and she’s panting breathlessly I give her the final lick up and down, then I begin leaving a trail of kisses from her inner thigh to her collarbone. I’m above her now, my cock so greedy and hard and her tight pussy so fucking ready — this is it. The moment I’ve waited my entire life for. To make love with a woman who won’t be leaving in the morning.
I look down at her, her eyes wide open, taking this moment in same as me, savoring every single second. We both seem to know the power of this night. It’s going to change everything.
I run my hand over her skin, her warmth radiating off of her. “I want this to last forever,” she whispers.
“It will,” I promise. “I’ll never let you go.”
She closes her eyes, a single tear falling down her cheek. “This was supposed to be a silly spring break vacation … I never expected …”
“What?” I ask, moving myself between her legs.
“I never expected to fall head over heels in the space of an afternoon.”
I kiss her then, as I enter her. Needing to seal this moment somehow as ours. “I love you, Bayleigh James. Heart and soul.”
“This is our time, Brody,” she says, her eyes locked on mine.
And it is. “We have all the time in the world,” I tell her, my cock entering her little cunt, and I groan in devotion as I do. “Fuck, you’re a tight little minx,” I tease.
“Your tight little minx.”
“You mean it?”
“Forever.”
We move together effortlessly, like our bodies were made for one another, and as the sun sets behind us, I know it’s true. The sky grows dark as our love begins to burn bright. As she opens for me, her legs wrapped around my body, there is no denying that this is love. Fast and fiery, but love all the same.
“Oh, Brody,” she moans as I fill her up. “I need more.”
“Everything is yours,” I tell her, not holding back. I move deeper inside her until I am up against her and she digs her nails in my shoulders as a shudder rolls over her.
“My god, this … this… oh god,” she moans, coming as I come too, my cock throbbing and seizing as I empty myself in her sweet tight pussy.
When she finishes, I roll her over, into my lap. Sitting on the chair, I bring her hips closer, come seeping on my thighs, her ass in my hands as I fill her up again. “I need more.”
“Good,” she pants. “Because I need everything.”
My cock is a hungry animal and it’s hard as steel after our first fuck. I set her cunt down on me and I kiss and lick her titties just like I promised.
“Bayleigh, you are perfection,” I tell her as my cock presses against the sweet walls of her pussy. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking fast.”
“Good,” she says with a twinkle in her eyes. “Then you can start all over again.”
“That’s what you want?” I ask.
She smiles, taking my hand and setting it against her perfect tit. “It’s what I need.”
We fuck until her pussy juice is dripping from her cunt, until my cock spurts hot come deep inside her, until we are wrapped up in one another so deep there is no letting go. Not ever.
“I love you, Bayleigh James.”
She laughs. “Oh yeah? Then you better give me more than a baby burrito.”
“You want a baby?”
“Your baby, yes.”
“Then come on, Bayleigh, it’s time for another meal.”
I lift her into my arms and carry her to my bed. She may have come to this resort for spring break, but she’s staying here for good. Forever.
Epilogue
Bayleigh
Nine months later…
I run my hand over my belly, the bump so big I still can’t believe it.
“You look so hot,” Brody says, coming up behind me. We’re on the front deck — the place we first made love, and I am about to burst.
“Oh shush, I’m huge.”
“You’re perfec
t,” he says, kissing my neck. “I think I’m going to miss this.” He rubs my belly.
“Not me,” I laugh. “Carrying an actual baby is a lot more difficult than carrying a baby burrito.”
Brody smiles. “I suppose that’s true. But is it crazy to already be imagining a bunch of our kids running up and down this beach?”
“Not crazy. I can see it too.” I turn to face the man who makes every day feel like a fairy tale. Him and I were alone in the world until we met … now we have a future so bright with possibility.
“I know we decided to take things slow,” he says. I know what he’s referencing. After we found out we were pregnant we decided not to rush other parts of our love story. So we spent the last nine months learning everything about one another.
The way he likes his coffee, the way he insists on perfectly crisp dress shirts, the way he laughs at every movie with Vince Vaughn.
He has learned about my infatuation with 80s comedies, my daily need to get lost in a romance novel, and my routine of Greek yogurt with granola every morning.
Those are the surface level things — the bigger things, the things that make or break a relationship — we laid those all out the night we met. I needed a protector, he needed a partner. Together we fit in ways I’d only ever read about.
“But Bayleigh, I know you are going to go into labor any day, and before we become parents, I want something else.”
“What?” I ask, my eyes searching his.
He drops to one knee, blue Tiffany’s box in hand. “I want to ask for your hand in marriage.”
I cover my mouth — of course I thought this would happen eventually, but since we rushed everything else, I wasn’t anticipating this right now.
“I know we don’t need rings to make promises to one another. But when you go into labor, I want this ring on your finger. I want every moment of our child’s life to be spent knowing its parents are devoted, heart, mind and soul.”