by T L Swan
We make our way through the building, and a private attendant gives us a tour of the resort before she takes us up to our room. She opens the huge double doors and my breath instantly catches in the back of my throat. The whole back wall is glass windows that overlook the pool and ocean. The king bed and all the furnishings are luxurious. I gasp out loud.
“My God, it’s beautiful,” I whisper to myself.
The kind looking attendant smiles. “It’s the Halekulani way.”
“Wow,” I mouth. Halekulani Heaven, more like it.
“This is your air conditioning temperature control.” She shows us. “This is your in-house service.” She flicks through and shows us everything. “Your rooms will be serviced three times a day.”
“Three times?” I gasp.
She smiles warmly. “You have your morning clean, and then we top up your ice bucket and deliver your fresh fruit platter every afternoon. We also offer a full turn down service every night.”
I look over to see a silver ice bucket is filled with ice, and there are thick crystal glass tumblers sitting beside it. There’s also a large tray of exotic fruit all cut up into fancy shapes. There are beautiful orchids in vases in the bathroom and the bedroom.
Holy shit, this place on another level.
“Would there be anything else?” She smiles.
I shake my head. “No, thank you.”
“All of the concierge staff members here are bilingual, so if you need anything at anytime from anywhere, we’re at your service. We also have an in-house doctor and physiotherapist in case you have an injury during your stay.”
Oh. The tipping thing. “Brock, the tip,” I whisper.
Brock retrieves his wallet.
The attendant holds up her hands. “We don’t accept tips here.” She smiles. “It’s the Halekulani way.” With a bow of her head, she disappears out of the door.
I turn to Brock. “Oh my God.” I gasp. “This place!”
He smiles darkly and throws me on the bed. “Now it’s Halefucktully time at the Halekulani.”
I burst out laughing as he crawls over me. “Room service!”
The sun is setting over the water, the sound of the ukulele filling the air.
Every afternoon at the Halekulani there’s a traditional trio of music played with a hula dancer out on the back lawn overlooking the water’s edge. There are fire lanterns throughout the garden, and the sound of the waves gently lapping on the shore is beyond peaceful. The staff are all wearing flowers in their hair, and the entire place has a relaxed party atmosphere about it. Brock and I are relaxing on our deckchairs near the pool as we take in our surroundings. We are drinking Mai Tai cocktails, and we’ve been in the same position all afternoon. We’ve talked about everything, from schools to jobs, to hopes and dreams, and with every minute that passes I feel myself falling just that little bit deeper in love with him.
Brock is intelligent, witty, and so unromantic that I somehow actually find it romantic. He says what he thinks with no filter, and it’s a very endearing quality to have. It’s rare.
I know how lucky I am to have met a man who makes me feel this way.
We connected before, sure but this trip has cemented what I already suspected about us.
This is it.
This is the feeling that I’ve been searching my whole life for.
Everything I never knew existed is right here with him.
“You want to get some dinner, Tully Pocket?”
We look up and see that everyone else has gone. The staff are packing up for the night. I think we’ve been in the same position, deep in conversation, for twelve hours straight.
“Where is everyone?
He shrugs and laughs. “Fuck knows?”
I didn’t hear the music stop, see the people leaving or even eating dinner.
I was too focused on him.
Brock. My beautiful Brock.
He stands and pulls me from my chair. “It’s okay, I’ll eat you instead.” He smirks.
I lie back and inhale the sun’s rays.
We lounging around the pool again with a cocktail each. We’ve been swimming and beaching all day. This is the life. It feels so good to be this relaxed. “I can’t believe this place. It’s so beautiful. Thank you for booking this holiday.”
Brock smiles, his eyes remaining closed as he puts his hands behind his head. “I know. You should probably pay off your debt tonight.”
I giggle.
“You want to come for a swim?” he asks.
“Hmm. No.”
He looks over at me. “Let me rephrase that: we’re going swimming.”
“I’m not.”
He bends, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder.
“Put me down,” I whisper-cry.
I glance up to see everyone around the pool is watching us. “Everyone’s watching us.” I giggle and slap his behind.
“All the men are wishing they could throw you over their shoulder and steal you away from me.”
All the women are wishing he was throwing them over his shoulder and taking them back to his room, more like.
He walks straight into the pool, sending me under the water, and when I come up gasping for air he dunks me again.
“Brock,” I croak, trying to breathe and laugh at the same time.
He splashes me and swims off. I swim after him, laughing as I go.
We really do need to talk about him working on his romantic side.
Brock
I lie on the bed with my hands behind my head as I watch Tully walking around the room, tidying up in her little black crochet bikini.
“I swear that bikini was put on this earth to drive me insane,” I say quietly, my eyes flickering over to the television. “Today, at the pool, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to try and control my dick.”
She giggles and turns to me, placing her hands on her hips and giving them a quick wiggle. “You like my bikini?
I nod, my eyes drinking her in. The week has been really cool—the best vacation I’ve had in a long time. There’s been sun, shopping, and then dinner and dancing every night.
Laughter, too. Lots of laughter.
Tully hasn’t stopped laughing for the entire week, and damn, it’s a sound I’ve gotten used to. It’s addictive… she’s addictive. She’s fucking beautiful. I’ve never been with a woman like her. I don’t want to have sex with her just to come. I want to be close to her. And even when I’m deep inside of her, it never seems close enough.
She carries on chatting to me as she walks around the room, oblivious to my thoughts. Her strawberry blonde hair is in a high ponytail and the skin on her body is shimmering from her tanning oil.
“What do you want to do tonight?” she asks.
I smile and raise an eyebrow.
She widens her eyes. “Let me guess: me?”
I nod, and she leans over to kiss me. “Why put off ‘til later what you can do now.”
I slide my hand up the back of her thighs, feeling every muscle in her legs. Her lips take mine and I pull over me. She falls onto my body with a sexy giggle.
We kiss, and damn if she’s not the best kisser in the world.
All these emotions she brings out in me are beginning to take over. When she kisses me the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. It’s as if every cell in my body feels how special this thing is between the two of us.
I don’t know how long I can hold myself back from her. It’s getting harder every day—every hour. She’s opened up a part of me I didn’t even know existed and now I can’t turn it off.
I wouldn’t even if I could.
My hands slide up her back to slowly untie her bikini top. I throw it to the side and enjoy the feel of her large breasts pushing against my chest.
She smiles down at me, and I have this overwhelming urge to tell her…
“What are you thinking?” she whispers, as if reading my mind.
My eyes search hers, and in that mo
ment, I know it’s time.
“I’m thinking I love you,” I whisper.
Her face falls. “Brock.” Her eyes search mine.
Suddenly, it’s urgent. I have to be inside her now. I lift her body and tear down my shorts, undo the strings on her bikini bottoms, and tear them off, too. She sits up and looks down at me.
“I love you too,” she says with a shy smile.
My eyes follow my hands as I run them up over her shoulders, and then down over her breasts to cup them tenderly in my hands. They move down over her stomach to her tiny patch of well-groomed strawberry blonde pubic hair before they drift to her hipbones.
“Lift up, Pocket,” I whisper.
She moves up onto her knees, and I lift my cock to her entrance then slowly pull her down.
She stills, winces, and then she moves from side to side to try and loosen herself up. No matter how many times I watch her struggle to take me, I’ll never get enough of it. She needs me to talk her through it every single time. It’s as if my voice calms her.
“Take your time, baby,” I whisper, my eyes holding hers.
She bends and kisses me with affection. I reach around and pull her lips apart around my cock, and I slowly slide home as deep as I can. Her soft moans as she struggles to accept me start a fire inside my body. She’s so fucking tight. That fire starts in my balls, and I have to close my eyes and clench my teeth to try and stop myself from coming.
Every time.
Every fucking time I’m inside of her, I’m trying to rein myself in from blowing in five seconds.
It’s the weirdest thing for me. With other women, all I wanted to do was come, and I could fuck them all night. With Tully, all I want to do is be close to her and I blow in a minute flat without any control. She’s the only woman I do actually want to fuck all night.
The irony.
“Brock,” she whimpers as she sits back up.
Our eyes are locked, and I can feel every muscle as her tight body ripples around me. “So… fucking… good,” I push out.
Kneeling, she begins to rock back and forth, and I clench my teeth as I watch her.
Feminine, confident, sexy as fuck… and she’s all mine.
I’ve been waiting to feel like this my whole life.
I give her a dark smile. “You ready?” I ask.
She smiles and nods, knowing what’s coming.
“Legs up.”
She slowly brings her legs up into a squatting position and I test the waters before I bring her down harder onto my body.
Her head tips back and she moans. She loves my cock and what it gives her.
Her moan is my green light. I pick her up and slam her down.
“Deeper,” she moans. “Fuck me deeper. Oh God, Brock, don’t ever stop doing this.”
I grab a handful of her hair and drag her face down to mine, my tongue taking control of her mouth. “I won’t, Pock,” I promise against her lips, and I pump her hard. “You’re stuck with me now.”
The sun is setting on the horizon. I inhale the sea breeze as I sit on the balcony, watching as a boat pulls out on the water and disappears into the distance. Tully is in the shower getting ready to go out tonight. I dial Ben’s number and he answers on first ring.
“Hey, man,” he greets me.
I smile at the sound of his voice. “Hey, what’s happening? How’s Didge?”
“Yeah, she’s good. No problems over here. How’s the trip?”
“Good.” I smile. “Like… really good.”
“You getting on well?” he asks.
“Yep.” I sip my beer and smile to myself. ’Well’ is the understatement of the year. “Anything new at work?
“Oh, we got a lead on the Chancellor case. And another working girl was murdered.”
“Damn. Have they identified her yet?” I frown.
“Her name was Felicity Thompson.”
I frown. “I don’t know that name.”
“Her street name was Peachy Sue.”
“What happened to her?”
“She was shot in her apartment over the weekend. Her body wasn’t found until Tuesday. She’d been dead a few days already when they got to her.”
“Any witnesses or prints?”
“Not that we know of. We’re looking into it now. I’m going to go door knocking at the apartment block this afternoon.”
“What are the police doing?” I ask.
“Nothing, as usual. In their eyes a working girl is a working girl and she’ll get no special treatment from them. They literally don’t give a fuck.” He sighs, his irritation clear to hear.
“We need to find who’s doing this.” I sigh with him. “Is that the tenth girl?’
“Over the last seven years, it’s the eleventh.”
“Hmm.”
“How’s Tully, anyway?” he asks.
“Fucking perfect.”
“You’re not sick of each other yet?”
“Just the opposite. We’re home in two days and I could happily stay for another month.”
He chuckles just as Tully walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I smile as I drink her in. “I’ll see you later, hey?” I say to Ben.
“Okay, I’ll keep you posted if we get anything new in.”
“Thanks, mate.” I hang up as Tully slides onto my lap and kisses my lips.
“Where are you taking me for dinner?” she purrs.
I smile down at her. “Anywhere you want.”
Tully
I lie on my side and stare at Brock. It’s early afternoon now, and we have spent the morning swimming at the beach. We came back to the hotel, had lunch on the water, and now we’re back in the room relaxing. The television is on in the background but my attention is on my love.
Beautiful Brock.
I’ve never felt so close to anyone before. It’s as if he’s a part of me; an extension of my heart. Since he told me he loved me he’s stopped holding himself back, and even though I thought he was perfect before, it hadn’t even touched the surface on how amazing he actually is. I’ve laughed, swooned, and sighed my way through this vacation. I don’t want this feeling to ever end.
I am irrevocably and completely in love with Brock Marx. Every cell in my body wants to please him. His hands are constantly somewhere on me, making sure I’m close and checking I’m all right.
Who would have thought that the aggressive man I met in the gym could turn out to be the tender man who is now obsessed with my safety? I smile over at him, reach up and push my fingers through his dark hair.
“Brock.” I frown as I try to get the wording right in my head before I say it out loud. “You know the first time we had sex… in the gym bathroom?”
His eyes hold mine. “Yeah?”
“Why did you take me anally?”
He frowns, surprised by my random question.
“At the time, you said it was the way you were wired,” I remind him. “Why haven’t we done it like that again since?”
He inhales, his eyes searching mine. “I don’t want to scare you away.” He runs his fingertip over my bottom lip. Our faces are only centimetres apart.
“Why do you like anal sex?” I whisper. “Help me understand.”
He pauses for a moment. “It’s just… different.”
“It feels different?” I ask.
“Yes, but it’s more than that.”
I listen as my eyes stay locked on his.
“I guess it’s a control thing. I have my strongest orgasms that way.”
“Because you completely control the woman?” I ask.
“Not necessarily the woman.”
My eyes widen. “You’ve had sex with men?”
He chuckles. “Fuck, no. I only like women. I mean I get to control the situation as well as the woman.”
“Hmm.” I think for a while longer. “Why do you think it would scare me away?” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine. “It did last time, and I would rather live without it than risk
frightening you again.”
I smile softly and I cup his face. “But it’s a part of who you are.”
“So are you,” he whispers.
“Have you always done it that way?” I don’t know why but I really want to know this part of him.
He frowns. “Do you really want to talk about this, Pock?”
“Yes. I want to understand you.”
“You don’t need to understand my former sex life. It’s irrelevant now.” He sighs.
“Do you have anal sex with every woman you sleep with?”
He frowns, clearly uncomfortable with this conversation. “I only sleep with you, Tully, so no.”
“I mean casual women,” I correct myself. “Women you would meet casually in the past.”
His eyes hold mine for a moment and I can see him to an internal risk assessment on how this conversation is going to go. “I like rough sex.”
“And?” I frown as I watch him.
“Anal sex gives me an extra thrill. It’s tighter and takes more skill on my behalf to make the woman enjoy it,” he answers honestly.
“Is that why you have always gone for wilder girls? Because they know what they’re doing there?”
“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.
“Oh.” I twist the blanket between my fingers. “And you would give that up to be with me?”
“I already have. I’ve no interest in it anymore if I can’t have it with you. I’ve made peace with it.” He already sounds bored of this conversation.
I smile softly.
“Another woman just won’t do for me anymore, Tully. This is it for me.” He smirks as he kisses my lips.
“I love that this is it for you,” I tease.
We kiss, and I want to do this. I want to give him everything that he desires from a woman.
“We need to go the drugstore,” I whisper.
“What for?” He frowns.
“We need to buy some lubricant.”
His eyes search mine and he swallows the lump in his throat.
“I need you to teach me how you like to fuck. I want my man to be satisfied.”
“I am already.”
“You only think you are,” I counter.