I mean, you’d think I’d be pretty desensitized to girls at this point, and you’d mostly be right. If you’ve seen one groupie, you’ve seen them all. But Laney’s the exact opposite of the types of girls that usually go after me. And that might be why it’s so hard to just get over her, even though she was right when she said we shouldn’t do anything that night Monica came over. The night I started unbuttoning her shirt, the backs of my fingers brushing against those amazing tits…
Fuck. Not again. Nothing gets my cock harder than thinking about that night; the night “off-limits” almost became “no limits……”
To try and take my mind off the insanely turned-on look on Laney’s face as I unbuttoned her shirt that night in the kitchen, I down my whiskey and try and pay attention to the action movie playing on the screen in front of me. A helicopter explodes, and a secret agent jumps out just in time and starts skiing down a mountain. Whatever.
But when I look over at Laney again, I can see her reflection in the window. And she’s looking right at me. When I turn my head, she looks away and starts drinking her water like nothing happened, but when I turn back to watch the movie, I can’t focus on it. All I can think about is those beautiful brown eyes, and how they always seem to land on me when they think I’m not looking.
I was just trying to help Laney, and maybe get her to loosen up a little bit. But if she keeps looking at me like that, then this trip is about to get really fucking interesting.
Chapter 10: Laney
“Mr. and Mrs. Carter?”
It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to flinch when somebody calls our name as we leave the airport. It’s a friendly-looking Hawaiian girl, probably a few years older than me, wearing a blue and gold sundress. Royal Shores colors. I was hoping the big sunglasses I put on as we left the plane would be enough to hide my face until we were safely locked up in the hotel, so it’s concerning that we were recognized immediately.
Travis’ huge hand squeezes my side. “That’s us. Are you from Royal Shores?”
The Hawaiian girl nods. “My name’s Kayla, and I’m going to be your personal guide to Royal Shores. It’s my job to make your honeymoon as amazing as it can possibly be.”
Travis and I share a look. I wasn’t planning on a hotel employee being assigned to us. God, look how friendly and professional she is. She’ll probably be able to tell that we’re not really married in the next five minutes, especially if she recognizes Travis. Not good.
Travis smirks. “Personal guide, huh? What does that mean?”
Kayla laughs, even though I’m sure she gets this question literally every day. “Well, Royal Shores is a big place. There’s so much to do there that it can be intimidating without a little guidance. That’s why Royal Shores assigns a guide to every couple, whose job it is to get to know them, figure out what they want out of their honeymoon, and point them in the right directions.”
Travis laughs. “Alright, but, uh…what if we’d rather stay in than go out? I don’t think Laney here’s going to let me get out of bed all week.”
Travis’s hand reaches down and grabs my ass, and a gasp escapes my lips. Holy crap, I’m going to kill him as soon as we’re alone. Of course, it works. Kayla laughs and gives us a knowing look.
“Oh, of course! You can have as much alone time as you want! We even have special suites for couples who want their honeymoon to be a little more…intimate. If you want, I can go ahead and set you two up in one of the Couples Deluxe suites.”
Travis makes that stupid smirky face that he makes when he’s trying not to crack up laughing. Luckily, Kayla seems oblivious. Or maybe she’s just professional. Either way, as much as I want to dump Travis’ pervy ass back on the plane and ship him back to California, making it seem like we’re super horny newlyweds is probably the best way to get Kayla here to leave us alone.
“So…these Couples Deluxe suites…they’re extra private?”
Travis grins. “She’s a screamer.”
I smack Travis on the arm, and he grabs my wrist, pulling me into his body. God, he’s being so handsy with me, and I can’t tell if he’s acting for Kayla or……
“So, uh…as you can see, we’re going to need all the fucking privacy you got.”
Kayla laughs. “Okay, that’s fine. It makes my job easier, after all.”
Kayla gestures to a shiny black van parked on the airport curb. “Well, if you’ve got all your bags, I can take you to Royal Shores whenever you want. Ready to go?”
“I can’t wait,” I say, pulling myself out of Travis’ embrace as gently as possible without attracting attention. God, he’s got me totally flustered. My face is bright pink and I’m breathing hard. What did he call me the night we got married? His blushing bride?
Kayla beams. “Great!”
She walks over to the black van on the curb and pops the trunk. “I can already tell that you two are going to love Royal Shores.”
***
I have to pull Travis into our room. He’s standing in the hallway, telling Kayla all about our wedding. How we were so in love that we just couldn’t wait any longer, so I dragged him into the nearest casino and begged him to marry me on the spot.
I tug on his arm. “Come on, honey, let’s let Kayla get back to her job.”
Travis raises his eyebrows at me. “Looks like somebody’s ready to get started. Alright, I guess I’ll finish the story later. In the meantime, you’re probably going to want to leave us alone for…I don’t know, the next six hours or so.”
Kayla nods. “Call me if you need me!”
And with that, she heads back towards the stairs, and I yank Travis into our room, close the door, and smack him as hard as I can on the arm.
“Fuck, what was that for?”
“That was for grabbing my ass outside the airport and telling our guide all about how I’m constantly begging to get in bed with you.”
Travis shrugs. “Sis, you’ve been telling me all week how dangerous this is, and how we need to make sure the hotel doesn’t figure out that we’re stepsiblings. I was just making sure that the hotel leaves us alone because it thinks I’m going to spend the entire trip fucking your brains out.”
I roll my eyes. I mean, it probably worked. If I was Kayla, I’d probably avoid this room as much as possible. “Okay, fine. But that doesn’t mean we are.”
Travis is quiet for a moment, giving me a look that sends shivers up my spine. Then, he grins. “Right. We’re just going to nice, professional and productive until it’s time to go home.”
Only Travis Carter can make a sentence like that sound dirty as hell. I guess that’s why he gets the big endorsement deals.
Trying my best to ignore Travis and the prickly feeling on my skin from pretending to be his loving wife for 45 minutes, I put my suitcase in the corner and look around the suite. At first, it just looks like a really, really nice hotel suite. Soft carpets, a shiny, state-of-the-art kitchen, huge windows and a balcony…that kind of stuff. But the more I look, the more I notice the little details everywhere. The big mirrors everywhere…the huge marble bathtub in the corner of the living room, big enough for two…the way the covers are pulled back on the only bed in the suite…this whole place is designed with one thing in mind.
Travis cracks up behind me, and I turn around to see him standing over an open drawer full of condoms.
“Think this is going to be enough, Sis?”
I glare at Travis. “I mean, that’s like a daily supply for you. Maybe you should take those for your next trip to Vegas.”
Travis opens another drawer, and pulls out a glossy booklet that looks kind of like a room service menu. “Is that room service? We should order something, I’m pretty hungry.”
Travis raises his eyebrows at the booklet. “Well, uh…I guess you could call it room service. What are you hungry for?”
Travis tosses me the booklet, and I look down at it. On the cover, there’s a picture of a young, attractive couple, clearly paid supermodels, lay
ing on a beach with the words “Make Tonight Special” written across their bodies. A little weird for a food menu, but maybe it’s also a wine list…
Oh. It’s not a food menu. My eyes get huge as I see a huge spread of naughty items, each with a code to order them from the front desk. My eyes dart back and forth between handcuffs, vibrators, paddles…
“Ew!” I close the booklet and chuck it at Travis’ feet. “Travis! Why did you even give me that?”
Travis shrugs. “You were looking at it for a pretty long time. I thought you were about to order something.”
“I was not looking at it for a long time! Is there an actual food menu in there or are they expecting us to eat each other’s tongues all trip?”
Eventually, we do find a food menu in the very back of the lowest drawer, which makes me wonder about the priorities of the last couple who stayed in here. Desperate to get my mind onto anything else, I ask Travis what he wants to eat, and we end up ordering a plate of crab cakes up to the suite.
And then, after a semi-awkward period of negotiation where I claim the bed and make Travis sleep on the couch in the living room, things are finally a little more normal. I mean, normal for me, which isn’t really normal at all. After all, I’m still on a fake honeymoon with my oversexed stepbrother, and we’re about to eat crab cakes off the floor of a luxury hotel. But at least he’s stopped hitting on me!
Our crab cakes come, courtesy of a very confused Kayla, and I pull out my laptop and sit on the big couch by the window. “So, do you actually need my help for this coconut thing?”
Travis shrugs, then brings the crab cakes over to the couch and sits next to me. “I mean, mostly just because it’s our alibi. I haven’t even officially entered it yet, but I’m pretty sure all I have to do is show up and the dudes who run it will make it happen for me.”
“Okay, so…” I’d opened a document to write down a checklist of duties, but it sounds like I don’t really need to do that.
“I’ll just tell everyone there that you’re my assistant and give them your email, and then if there’s anything that comes up, you’ll do it. I told you, it’s ridiculously low-key, it’s just some bike shop guys and local bikers. The most you’ll have to do is maybe set up a photo shoot for the event.”
So now my checklist has exactly one item: schedule photo shoot. But in my head, I’m making a different checklist.
Find Jason Hayward.
Make sure Kayla doesn’t suspect anything.
Make sure Travis doesn’t blow our cover.
And last, but most important of all:
Keep things professional with Travis. And whatever I do, don’t let my guard down and do something stupid like jumping into bed with him.
There’s just too much at stake.
Once I’m done with both checklists, I shut my laptop and start munching on a crab cake, while Travis goes into the kitchen and looks to see if there’s anything to drink. He comes back out with a bottle of wine that looks like it costs more than my whole month’s paycheck. I give him a look.
“Remember what happened last time we had alcohol?”
Travis laughs. “Not at all.”
I shake my head. “Alright, fine. One glass, and then I’m going to bed.”
“Fair enough. I’m still hung over from last time.” Travis uncorks the bottle and pours out a glass for each of us. Then, he lifts his glass and looks me in the eye.
“Here’s to the best fucking honeymoon ever.”
I roll my eyes and touch my glass to his.
Chapter 11: Laney
Why are we standing so close to the ocean? This is such a nice dress, and the tide is starting to come in. Shouldn’t we move a little closer to the crowd?
Well, the preacher’s already started talking, so it’s probably too late for that. I guess we’re doing this. Why is Travis looking at me like that? Like he wants to rip my wedding dress off with his teeth? Doesn’t he know that our family and friends are all watching?
This is so embarrassing. He’s not even hiding the fact that he’s staring at my chest. It’s like he can see right through your dress.
“Laney Brown, do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?”
I roll my eyes. “I do.”
“Travis Carter, do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?”
Travis just grins.
Hey, where did everybody go? The crowd’s gone, and so is the priest. It’s nighttime now, and the beach is abandoned. And what happened to my wedding dress? I’m totally naked…except for the big, fat diamond ring on my finger. That’s still there.
I’m not totally alone, though. Travis is still here. He isn’t dressed in his tux, though. He’s shirtless, and his thumbs are hooked through his tight, ripped up jeans…and he’s still devouring my body with his eyes. He shouldn’t be looking at me like that! He’s my stepbrother!
Although…I guess now he’s my husband, too.
My hands slowly rise to cover myself up, but Travis gently shakes his head no. He wants to look at my body. I put my hands back down to my sides, feeling myself starting to get hot and wet underneath my stepbrother’s gaze.
My eyes roll down his body, with its tribal flame tattoos and its perfect abs, and stop on his bulge, straining against his tight jeans like it’s desperate to escape. God, why does he have to flaunt his body like this? I wouldn’t look at him if he wasn’t such a show-off. I’d better stop staring at his cock, though, or he’s going to think I want it.
Slowly traveling up his body again, my eyes meet his. The way he looks at me sends a desperate throb down between my legs.
He smiles, like he knows what’s going on down there. “We’re married now, Laney. And you know what that means.”
He looks over at the sand beside him and nods, and then he looks back at me. What is he talking about? I definitely don’t know what that means…
Does he want me to lie down on the sand over there?
I guess I can do that…if he wants me to.
I step away from the ocean, look over at Travis, and then lie down in the cool sand. Travis smirks with approval, walks over to me, and then gets down on his knees. Wait a second, is he…
His huge hands wrap around my knees and he spreads them apart, pinning them into the sand as he looks between my legs with hunger in his eyes. Then, as soon as he sees how wet his touch is making me, he looks into my eyes, and in a flash, his huge, muscular body is on top of me, pressing me down into the sand as he claims my mouth. I moan long and loud against his tongue as his lips crush mine, and my heels dig into the sand as my hips buck up into the crotch of his jeans. I’m not thinking about anything anymore except how good his body feels on mine.
Travis pulls away, smiling when he sees the look on my face. Then, he puts his firm, warm mouth against my collarbone and kisses it hard, sending the fire between my legs into high gear. Slowly but surely, he starts kissing his way down my chest, stopping at my breasts to encompass one of my swollen nipples with his mouth, and then travelling all the way down between my legs. He holds his face down there for a long time, letting me feel his hot breath bathe me until I’m ready to scream. I pull my legs wider, pushing my hips forward until my sex is touching his lips. Then, his face pushes back, pressing my lower body into the beach as he lets his tongue push inside me. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his thick hair as his mouth begins to move up, and when he finds my clit, my whole body ignites and I moan my stepbrother’s name as fireworks explode across the water. I push my thighs against Travis’ perfect cheekbones, and he takes it as a cue to start rolling his tongue across my clit in slow, strong little circles. I push my palm against Travis’ head, and he licks faster and faster and faster until I feel like I’m seconds away from exploding into a million little pieces like the fireworks in the sky…
My eyes shoot open as I gasp awake, and I cover my mouth in horror as I realize what just happened. What the hell was that!? Did I seriously just have a ridiculously dirt
y sex dream about Travis?
I shudder as I replay the dream in my mind, cringing at how bad my dream self wanted him to pin me down onto the beach and ravage me. I really hope this is one of those dreams I won’t remember in the morning.
I roll over onto my side, looking out the window of my huge, king-sized bed, trying to ignore the wild, sex dream heat coursing through my body. Outside the window, there are fireworks going off over the water. I wonder if that’s why I had fireworks in my dream?
As a huge red burst fills up the sky, a terrible thought pops into my head. All those…ugh…sounds I was making when dream Travis was going down on me…was I making them out loud, too? Could Travis have heard me from the couch?
I shake my head at the thought. That’s the last thing I need, my douchebag stepbrother thinking that I’m lying in bed dreaming about fucking him. I mean, he probably already thinks that, but I’ve definitely never had a dream like that before.
Whatever. It’s probably just this place. Big romantic hotel, catalogue full of sex toys in the nightstand…and with the way he was pawing at me when we were around Kayla, it’d probably be weirder if I didn’t have a sex dream about him. That’s all it is. Just my weird subconscious reaction to this super weird situation.
I try to clear my mind and let the fireworks outside the window lull me back to sleep, trying not to think about the fact that I can still practically feel Travis’ mouth down between my legs…
***
A few hours later, I wake up to the warm Hawaiian sun on my face. I wrinkle my nose as I remember that unfortunate little dream, but luckily, the details are already starting to get fuzzy. Perfect. Hopefully by the time I get dressed, I won’t remember it at all.
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