by Betsy Locke
We drove for a couple hours up the coastline and down a dirt road off the highway. The jeep bounced up and down over the bumps and I held onto the handlebar that was in front of me. The branches of trees hit the jeep and I figured out where all the scratches came from.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked. It seemed like we were going through dense jungle to the middle of nowhere. Maybe we were going to go on a hike first?
“My house,” Nicholas replied.
We stopped at a gate that had a sign that said: Private Property. Nicholas jumped out of the jeep and unlocked the gate, sliding it to the side. He hopped back in and we continued down the dirt path.
The jungle got thicker the deeper we went. “Don't tell me you live in a tree house,” I said.
We came to a clearing that opened up to the ocean. A small house sat right on the beach.
“No way,” I said.
Chapter Two
“You have a fucking house right on the ocean?” My jaw had hit the floor.
Nicholas turned the jeep off and turned to me. “Now you know why I've been trying to get you to visit me for so long.”
“Well why didn't you say something. This might've motivated me a little more.”
Nicholas got out of the car and took my suitcase with him. A grin appeared on his face. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
I took my duffel bag and entered the house through the front door. The house didn't look like much from the outside with all the foliage blocking it. But the inside was a totally different story.
It was very modern looking with a little bit of island flavor splashed throughout. Wood floors and wicker furniture. Fans above that circulated the air. One entire wall was made up of floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out to the small stretch of sand in his backyard.
“Wow,” I said, dropping my duffel bag onto the ground.
“You ain't seen nothing yet.” Nicholas went over to the windows and began flipping switches. He started to slide the windows over until they collapsed like an accordion. The entire house opened up to the ocean.
I walked over the spot where the windows were and the sand came right up to me. I couldn't wait any longer. I took off my flip-flops and slipped my bare feet into the warm sand. “You officially have the best house ever.”
Nicholas laughed. “Let me show you your room now.”
He pointed to the left. “Down that hallway is my bedroom and a bathroom.” He pointed to the right side of the house. “Yours is down that hallway with your own bathroom.”
I didn't wait for him to show me the way. I took my bag and peeked my head into the bathroom. White counter-tops, big sink, and a standing shower with white subway tiles. It was a lot better than what I was used to.
I made it to the door leading to my bedroom and opened it. I was greeted to the same exact view that the living room had with the entire wall being a window that looked out at the ocean.
“This is even better than a hotel,” I said, throwing my bag on the king-sized bed.
Nicholas watched me from the doorway as I opened the window like he did in the living room. I couldn't believe I could just roll out of bed and into the water.
This summer was going to be really good.
“Do you like it?” Nicholas asked him.
I put my hands on my hips. “Do you even have to ask?” I looked around the window and realized that there weren't any drapes. “Not much privacy though. People walking across the beach will be able to see me changing.”
“You don't have to worry about that here. This little strip of land is actually my own private beach. Once in a great while there will be a tourist that makes it over here but that's about it. We have this place all to ourselves.”
I fell backwards onto the comfy bed. My body sunk into the mattress. “I'm never leaving here,” I replied.
“What are you waiting for? Get your swimsuit on! We still have a couple of hours of sun left,” Nicholas said.
Nicholas left me alone while I rummaged through my suitcase. I pulled out my black bikini and started to undress. I couldn't wait to go out into the water.
I suddenly got the feeling that I was being watched. I covered my large breasts with my arm and looked out at the beach. There wasn't anybody there. I shrugged and continued to undress. It was probably just my imagination.
I opened my window and stepped out into the sand. The sound of the waves crashing was so soothing. Nicholas was sitting down at the edge of the water close to where his bedroom was. He had on green boardshorts with pink tropical flowers on it.
I couldn't help but notice his shirtless body glistening in the light. My heart thudded in my chest. I don't think I'd ever seen Nicholas without a shirt on before. I never noticed how well-built he was. His arms were huge and his pecs even bigger. There was no way he looked like that when I still lived with him.
This had to be a new development in the past few years.
“Took you long enough,” he said, his eyes hidden behind dark black sunglasses.
I didn't know for sure but I almost thought I could see him checking out me out. His head tilted up and down from my chest down to my toes. He probably was looking at something else. There was no way he would be into these curves.
“I don't know about you but I'm going in the water,” I said, turning to face the water.
“Nobody is stopping you here.”
Nicholas stayed behind as I skipped and hopped into the water. I gasped when it hit my feet and I realized how warm it was. For some reason I was expecting it to be freezing cold. I waded further in until the water was around my waist.
Then the first wave hit me. I wasn't ready for it and it totally wiped me out. My whole body was submerged as I tumbled across the sandy bottom. I whipped my head out and looked back at the beach. Nicholas was roaring with laughter.
I didn't care.
I was going to live in the ocean the rest of the summer.
Chapter Three
As the sun set over the horizon, I lay on my back, floating in the ocean. Life couldn't get any sweeter.
“Chloe! Dinner is almost ready!” Nicholas yelled.
I swam back to shore and Nicholas was waiting with a white towel. “How was the water?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I replied, taking the towel and wrapping it around my body. The towel pushed my breasts up and out and this time Nicholas wasn't wearing sunglasses to hide behind. His eyes darted down to my cleavage and stayed there a moment.
His eyes returned to mine. “Come inside when you're ready.”
“Okay I will. I'm soaking wet so I just need to dry off first.”
I didn't mean for it to come out sounding so dirty but it was too late. Nicholas cocked an eyebrow at me and smiled deviously.
I dried my hair off and entered the house, making sure my feet were completely devoid of any sand. It almost seemed impossible that the floors were so spotless when so close to the ocean.
Nicholas was in the open-style kitchen, with a pan on the gas burner. The smell of food hit me immediately. The deep pang of hunger in my stomach was hard to ignore. “What smells so good?” I asked.
“Aholehole,” he replied.
“Um what?”
“It's a type of fish.”
“I don't care what it is because it smells divine. I didn't know floating in the ocean could be so exhausting.”
Nicholas plated the fish on a bed of wild rice and poured a teriyaki glaze over it. I sat down at the wooden dinner table that faced the large open window. Nicholas put the plate in front of me and sat across from me.
I picked up my fork and salivated at the sight of food. The fish could've still been moving and I would've swallowed that thing whole.”
“Don't wait for me,” Nicholas said. “Dig in.”
He wasn't even finished talking before that first bite was in my mouth. I chewed the fish slowly, moaning for a full-on minute. “This tastes so fucking good,” I said with my mouth still full.
Nicholas took a bite and concurred. “Get used to it because we're going to be eating a ton of fish.”
I pointed my fork at the food. “If it's anything like this, you won't find me ever complaining.”
The sun was almost all the way gone but there was this beautiful orange color that crept across the ocean.
Nicholas suddenly stood up. “I almost forgot drinks! What would you like?”
“Water is fine,” I replied.
“No way. We're celebrating our first night here together.” Nicholas went to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher or orange liquid. “I made this a couple nights ago.” He poured two glasses and brought one over to me.
I examined the drink and saw that it was mostly made with crushed ice. “What is it?” A fruity smell entered my nostrils.
“It's my special recipe but you could call it a mango margarita.”
Alcohol was exactly what I needed. I took a sip and my eyes lit up. It was cold and refreshing with a blast of mango. “This is really good. This would be a hit at the parties back at college.”
“How's college going by the way?” Nicholas asked, taking a sip of his margarita.
“It's going fine. I had no idea the upper division classes for English would be so difficult. I never knew I would have write so much in my entire life.”
“And you still want to be a writer?”
This conversation was getting deep really quick. I took a long sip of my margarita. “After all this writing, I don't know. I mean I still enjoy doing it but I don't know if I want make it my full-time job.”
“Well college is the perfect way to figure out what you like and what you don't. I'm glad you're figuring things out.”
I shrugged. “I guess. It doesn't feel that way.”
“Life never feels that way. Get used to it.”
I took my last bite of rice and fish, making sure I collected the rest of the sauce. “Have you lived here the entire time?” I asked.
“Just about. I had to live in a hotel for the first couple months. Then I found this place and knew that it was magic.”
I was resting my head on my fist, looking into his brown eyes as Nicholas spoke. I realized that I was staring at him for too long.
Something stirred deep down inside me.
A warmness appeared between my thighs.
An unwanted excitement.
Chapter Four
I put my fork down and threw my napkin on the table. “Thank you for dinner, Nicholas. It was so crazy delicious.”
The alcohol from the margarita was going straight to my head. Anymore and I'd pass out way too early.
“I'm glad you enjoyed it.”
“What do we do for the rest of the night?” I asked.
“We can watch a movie?”
I looked around and didn't see a television. “Where?”
Nicholas stood up and picked up a remote from the coffee table. He pointed it at a large painting of the ocean on the wall. The painting slowly moved down and revealed a flat screen TV. “You don't think I could survive here without television?”
“You've thought of everything haven't you,” I replied.
Nicholas had a smug look on his face, his eyes glancing down at my big cleavage again. I blushed a little bit. Maybe this tiny bikini wasn't the best idea.
I pushed my chair out and stood up. “I better change into something more comfy then if we're going to lounge around.”
Nicholas pointed at me. “Good thinking. I'll meet you back here and I'll even let you pick the movie.”
I nodded. “Deal.”
We both retired to our separate rooms. It was completely dark out now. I closed the large windows that led outside to the beach. The air was getting a little colder outside but still way warmer than a cold night in Arizona. Hawaii had the perfect weather. It really couldn't be beat.
I untied my bikini top and threw it on the bed. I got that feeling that I was being watched again. I knew my mind was playing tricks on me and I didn't even look outside. I bent over and pulled my bikini bottoms down.
I searched my bag for the plaid pajama pants with cats all over them. I thought I spotted them but that feeling of being watched returned. This time I did look and I thought I could see a figure in the darkness.
He was standing at the edge of the water but it could just be that I was going crazy. I walked to the window and I saw the figure began to move. I opened the window and stepped out into the night. I looked to my left and saw the figure go into the house through the other bedroom.
It was Nicholas!
He was spying on me...
I threw the thought out of my head for a moment. He could've been outside for any number of reasons.
But he was supposed to be in his room changing. Not outside watching me.
My pulse was pounding in my ears. I walked back to the edge of my bed, clutching my breasts.
He had seen everything.
There was only one thing left to do.
I walked fast out of the bedroom and over to the other side of the house. His bedroom door was closed but that wasn't going to stop me.
I opened it quick and rushed inside. Nicholas was in the middle of taking his boardshorts off and they rested around his ankles. He was all there for me to see.
His enormous cock stood straight up, bouncing up and down. I couldn't believe how thick he was. Nicholas was already erect before I even walked in. He was definitely watching me.
“What are you doing in here, Chloe!” Nicholas tried to cover himself giant member but it was too big. When he saw that I was completely naked, he slowly brought his hands to his sides.
“I saw you watching me.” I took two steps forward.
Nicholas looked side to side for a way out. His eyes kept returning to my nude body. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
I took another step to him. “I think you do.” I ran my hands over my tits and pressed them together.
Nicholas bit his bottom lip and inhaled sharply. He wanted me so bad that he couldn't handle it. “We can't be doing this, Chloe.”
“Why?” I asked, so close to him now that we were almost touching.
Nicholas closed his eyes and took in my scent. “You don't know how hard its been to resist you.”
“You don't need to hold back anymore. Take what's yours.”
Nicholas put his finger on my chin and lifted my head until our eyes met. His lips were on mine in an instant, his kiss never letting me go. He was always hungry for more.
His hands slid around my waist and down to my bare ass. He cupped my cheeks while we made out. I stuck my tongue down his throat and moaned into his mouth.
Nicholas broke away. “You're so damn sexy, Chloe. I had to move to an island to get away from you. I thought that I was over you and that's why I invited you here.”