I inch my way inside the hotness. Brooke raises her legs and wraps them around my waist. I drive my rigid shaft deeper. Her body shakes, and she tries to move her arms. I pin her tightly to the blanket as I thrust faster, the tempo of my thrusting hips increasing as her body moves to the same rhythm as mine.
“Alex, make me submit to your every desire,” she cries.
“Sun, sand, sea and ooh la, la.”
Brooke
“A beach life can be fun, but then it all comes to an end.”
Something strange is washing over me. I want Alex to ravage my body. He is thrusting his hard shaft hard into my wet pussy. My wrists are tied… yet I want more. I want to succumb to his will and desire.
I feel Alex thrusting his hard cock faster inside me. I look up at him as I bite my lip. I pull at my wrists, they are bound together with my skirt. I put my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
“Alex,” I murmur.
Alex lifts his hand and places it around my throat. He squeezes gently, and I gasp for air. I feel my pussy clenching around his hard shaft as my body pulls him deeper inside me. Sensations start flooding through my body as the sea breeze blows gently over our naked bodies.
“Harder Alex,” I murmur.
Alex pushes his hips harder against me. “My neck, squeeze harder,” I cry.
Alex tightens his grip around my neck. I gasp for breath. My breasts heave and jiggle as I begin to buck wildly under the driving force of Alex’s hard cock. I feel the pumping of his manhood as he drives himself harder and deeper inside me. My body wanting all of it to last.
“Alex, fuck me harder,” I cry. “I am going to cum.”
I tighten the grip of my legs around his waist and pull his hard shaft inside as I gasp. My body starts to send shivers through my belly. I feel my legs shaking around his waist. My bound wrists pull tight around his neck.
“Ohhhh,” I croak as Alex tightens his grip.
I thrust my hips up to meet his powerful thrusting. My juices flow as I feel my body finally reaching a climactic conclusion. Alex thrusts hard, the strokes of his hips shorten as he groans. I feel his body tense as he drives short, sharp strokes deep inside me. His gasp for breath signals that his seed is flowing deep inside me. My pussy clenches and throbs as a kaleidoscope of sensations shower my body.
Alex loosens his grip around my neck, and I lift my arms from around his head. I lay on the blanket and face the sun. The warmth covers me as my chest rises and falls. Alex rolls to the side of me. His deep breaths finally shallow as his body calms.
He leans over to me and unties my wrists. Our spent bodies lay naked in the golden glow of the sun. I stand from the blanket and grab hold of Alex’s hand.
“Come on,” I say.
“Where are we going?” he asks.
“Skinny dipping,” I cry out as I drag him down the beach.
We jump into the ocean. The waves crash against our naked bodies as we hold each other in an embrace. I smile and stare deeply into Alex’s perfect eyes. He looks at me and smiles.
“I feel so happy,” I say.
“Me too, I think things are looking so much better now,” he replies.
The ocean crashes against us as our lips lock. We laugh, and frolic as the traces of our lovemaking is washed away by the warm clear waters.
We step out of the water and walk hand in hand back up the beach. We dress, and Alex picks up the blanket from the sand. We saunter back toward the rock and look at the Lovers Cove sign. We face each other and laugh as we walk back to the wooden stairs at the base of the cliff.
I grab the shoes, and we walk barefoot back to the restaurant. Mary stands at the top of the stairs. She smiles as we kick the sand from our feet and slip back into our shoes.
“So, how was da Lovers Cove? Mary asks.
I look to Alex and giggle. “It was fine,” I say.
Mary takes the blanket and looks at me. “Anything magical happen?” she asks.
“Oh, yes, something very magical happened.”
“I am glad to hear it, but like I said before, I don’t think you two needed the power of da magic,” Mary says.
“Why do you think that?” I ask.
“I can already see, you two has da eyes for each other already,” she says.
“Mary, you are a strange one and so full of wisdom,” I say.
“Tell me I is wrong and you can have this restaurant,” she says belly laughing.
Alex finally gets his shoes on his feet and walks toward us. “What have you two been talking about?” he asks.
“Nothing, we were just saying what a fine ass you have,” Mary says, laughing loudly.
Alex looks at Mary plainly and smiles. We make our farewell for this time and head back to the Jeep. I’m not sure if I need the vibrations of the bumpy track on the way back to the hotel. I’ve just had my fill from Alex.
Alex pulls the Jeep onto the road, and we head off back toward the hotel. Alex drives slow over the bumpy road. He looks at me.
“I don’t think I can handle all those bumps at the moment,” he says.
“Me neither, I am ready for a relaxing afternoon by the pool,” I say.
“Same here.”
We finally arrive back at the hotel. Alex parks the Jeep, and we walk back over the gravel toward the reception. I see Beau and Shona talking at the reception desk.
“Good afternoon,” I say.
Shona turns to me. “Wow, look who is glowing,” she says.
I put my hand on my cheek. “It must be from the sun.”
Shona laughs. “I think it is a little more than that,” she says.
“Well, you know what these islands are like, they just bring out the best in everyone.”
“Yes. And the wicked side.”
I look to Alex. “Oh yes, they definitely bring out the wicked side of people.”
“This will be our last evening here. We are off home tomorrow afternoon,” Shona says.
“It will be a shame to see you go, it’s been fun having you here,” I reply.
“All you have to do is keep an eye on Alex for me. Conor will take care of everything else,” Shona says.
“I will, and don’t worry about the money. That is safe. I swear on the holy cross,” I say, as I touch my new necklace.
“I believe you, and there was no need to go that far,” Shona says.
“Old habits die hard.”
“We are going out for a while. We can catch up for dinner later, okay?” Shona asks.
“Sure, then we can go over some final details.”
“Just make sure you have a good rest, you look like you have had a busy afternoon already.”
“I am not moving from the side of the pool.”
Alex walks over from talking to Beau. He grabs my hand and walks me toward the pool area. I spot two loungers at the far end of the pool.
“Over there,” I say.
We walk toward the loungers. I remove my skirt and sit down. “Crap. No sunscreen,” I say.
Alex stands. “I have some in my room, I will go and get it,” he says.
Alex pulls back on his shirt and walks over to the reception. I watch him vanish through the white curtain. I lay on the lounger and rest my head back. The warm afternoon breeze blows over my body.
Alex, I am so happy you are with me, you make me feel like a real woman.
I lift my head and look around for Alex. It feels like he has been gone for ages. Maybe he is having a shower.
I put my head back on the lounger and close my eyes. I miss him already, it seems. Darn that Lovers Cove. I smile. No, I take that back, I really like it there.
“A beach life can be fun, but then it all comes to an end.”
Alex
“Hand tools should be used for construction, not for a means of encouragement.”
Ronny and Mikey hustle me from my room. Ronny slips my passport into his pocket. I had managed to convince them that I had no cash in the room. I wasn’t going to menti
on the cash that Brooke was holding, that would be plain stupid.
I was pissed, another couple of days and I could have settled the score. Beau was leaving tomorrow, and he had told me it was the first thing he would do when he got home.
I was beginning to think everything was going my way, how wrong was I? Life has a habit of reminding you of your place in the scheme of things; it was obvious life was reminding me I was at the bottom of the pile, and Ronny and Mikey were at the top.
“Get in the car and shut your fucking mouth,” Mikey says.
I move into the car. I turn my head and see Conor looking in my direction. I shake my head as if to say not to get involved with anything. Conor may be a pretty tough Irish guy, but Ronny and Mikey bring a load of force with them when they decide to come down on you.
All this force was probably waiting back in Vegas for me. Leaving a vacation was bad enough, but being dragged away from paradise to have the shit kicked and beat out of you is not something I would wish on anyone.
I raise my leg and step inside the SUV. I can see from the blacked-out windows that Conor has gone running off. Obviously, he has gone to inform the others. I don’t think they will be quick enough to help me.
“What time is the flight?” I ask. Not that it matters.
“Whatever time we get to the airport, we came on a private jet,” Mikey says.
For some strange reason, I try to make conversation. “I bet that wasn’t cheap?”
“I haven’t got a fucking clue, we are not paying for it, we have tagged it onto your bill.”
Sometimes I just wish I would keep my mouth shut and accept things. If I could do that, maybe I wouldn’t be in this pile of crap that I was heading toward, right now.
The car turns off the main road and goes down a dirt track. This is not the way to the airport… fuck.
I was just about to ask another stupid question when the vehicle pulls into the open. I see a grass runway, and a private jet sitting there. It’s waiting with the door open. A guy sits on the steps of the plane smoking a cigarette.
“At least we have no immigration to pass through,” I say.
Ronny looks at me and pulls on the door handle. He steps from the car and grabs hold of my shirt collar. He drags me from the car, and I fall to the grass. Ronny drags me to my feet and pushes me toward the plane. I see the guy toss his cigarette butt into the dirt. He raises his foot and twists until the last fiery ember of tobacco has gone out.
Ronny pushes me to the steps of the jet. I hold the railing and walk up the steps. I bow my head and walk into the small compartment.
“Sit here and say nothing,” Ronny says.
I sit and rest my head against the small round window that looks out over the runway. I can just picture Beau screaming down the road to the airport, all to no avail. I am less than ten minutes from the resort… how fucking ironic that has turned out to be.
The engines start, and the doors to the jet are closed and sealed. The plane moves bumpily over the grass. I ready myself to see from the window and wonder if I will see the resort. I hear Ronny’s voice from the side of me. I turn toward him and look up. The last thing I remember for the trip home is Ronny’s overly large fist heading in the direction of my face.
I have to admit though, I did sleep rather well.
I wake as the plane starts to bump and drop from some turbulence. I look from the window and see the Vegas lights in the distance. I would love to say, “It is nice to be back home,” but that would be an utter lie.
The tires screech on the runway as the pilot brings us into land. The jet taxis from the small runway and approaches a large hanger away from the main side of the airport. I huff as I hear the door to the jet open and the steps are lowered.
Ronny walks up to me and yanks me to my feet. “Time to move your ass sleeping beauty,” he says.
I get to my feet and lower my head as I walk down the steps of the jet. Mikey opens the door of a limo and ushers me inside. I slide onto the large seat and make my way to the middle of the seat. I feel like a kid who has been naughty. Ronny on one side and Mikey on the other.
“Take us to the office,” Mikey orders the driver.
I wished the office was a place full of desks and computers, but no such luck. It is a warehouse with an office inside. It is dark and dingy… and full of underhanded dealings and loans that people like me had not been able to pay.
We arrive at the office. I see the shutter door open and the light from inside spills out into the night air. The driver pulls the car inside and cuts the engine. Mikey and Ronny step from the car. Mikey walks to his office as Ronny drags me across the rear seat. I watch for the ground and manage to get my feet under me before I fall.
I feel quite proud that I maneuvered the move. He pushes me over to a chair that sits alone in the middle of the warehouse. I walk closer and see old blood stains on the floor that have been half-washed away.
Oh well. It is my own fault, I suppose. It was bound to happen.
Mikey comes walking from his office. I can see he has a hammer in his hand. I don’t like the look of that.
He steps closer. He pulls up a stool and sits in front of me. My hands are tied flat on the arms of the chair. I keep my eyes fixed on the hammer.
“So, how are we getting on for the money?” Mikey asks.
“My cousin’s boyfriend; he’s coming back from Jamaica tomorrow, he is going to bail me out,” I say.
“Why the fuck should I believe you?” Mikey asks.
Nerves have a bad habit of making you laugh at the most ridiculous moments. I laugh, and Mikey is not impressed.
“I am not the one holding the hammer, why would I lie?” I say.
“You have lied a few times, a few times too many,” Mikey says.
The hammer didn’t hurt at first, he hit me too quick. “Mother fucker, there was no need for that,” I say, feeling the almighty pain.
“Now, are you really sure it was unnecessary?” Mikey asks.
“I promise, I have been assured they will pay you,” I say.
I’m not sure which one hurt the most. The first whack with the hammer or the second one.
“Jesus Christ,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I could do this for hours, there are plenty of places that I can hit you,” Mikey says.
“Fuck. Just wait until tomorrow, when they get back. I just have to call them and you can have your money,” I say, pleading.
I see Ronny coming from the office. He is walking toward us with his baseball bat. “Just keep him away from me please.”
Mikey shrugs his shoulders and huffs. “He is not coming for you. He is coming for him,” Mikey says as he lifts his hand up above me.
I look to the side and look up. Ronny holds the control for a winch. He stands and pushes the green button. The body lowers and swings at the side of me.
“Who is that?” I ask.
“That is someone like you, but you are lucky. We have always liked you,” Mikey says.
“I should be grateful then,” I reply, feeling my stomach churn.
Mikey whacks the hammer on my hand a third time. I am not sure if he has broken anything, but it sure fucking feels like it.
Mikey stands and puts his head close to my ear. “We used to like him as well, he made promises he couldn’t keep.”
“Twenty-four hours, thirty-six, maximum,” I say.
“I feel generous, forty-eight hours, or you end up on the chain,” Mikey says.
I see him swing the hammer. I close my eyes and grit my teeth. I feel nothing.
“That had you,” Mikey says laughing as he walks back into his office.
“Hand tools should be used for construction, not for a means of encouragement.”
Brooke
“It’s not possible, how can a person just vanish?”
I look up again across the pool area. There is still no sign of Alex. “Where the hell is he?”
All of a sudden, Conor bursts through th
e curtain that hangs across the door to the reception. He looks like he’s an over-eager contestant on a game show.
I chuckle, and then realize he is heading in my direction. “Miss Brooke, Miss Brooke,” Conor yells as he runs ‘round the edge of the pool.
I sit up and pull off my sunglasses. Conor gasps for breath resting his hands on his knees.
“Alex, it’s Alex,” he says.
I look at Conor and wonder what the hell he is talking about. “What about Alex, has something happened?”
“He is gone.”
I start laughing. “Don’t be ridiculous. What do you mean he has gone? He wouldn’t have anywhere to go apart from the casino. Shit, the casino,” I scream.
I stand and grab my things. I start walking quickly and all I can think about is the money.
“No, Miss Brooke, it’s nothing like that, he has been taken,” Conor says.
“What do you mean he has been taken?” I ask, confused.
“I was walking back from the club, I got to the reception and noticed a black SUV. I thought it was strange,” Conor explains. “I saw Alex being pushed into the rear seat.”
“Did he say anything to you?” I ask plainly.
Conor shakes his head. “No, he was too far away, he just shook his head slightly to tell me not to interfere,” Conor explains.
“He hasn’t mentioned anyone who is after him from the island. All I know are the ones from Las Vegas.”
Conor looks at me confused. “You mean someone is after him from Las Vegas?”
I rub my head in frustration. I start to walk to Alex’s room. “Yeah, he owes a lot of money to some guys out there,” I say.
Conor sighs. “Fucken hell, he is really in the shit then.”
I give Conor a strong stare. “Please don’t make it sound any worse than it is,” I say.
“Sorry Miss Brooke. I will think before I speak next time.”
We reach Alex’s room and the door is slightly ajar. I go to push it open and Conor puts his hand on my arm. “Let me go first,” he whispers.
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