Olivia moved into Cory's arms confidently as the water warmed. She'd set the mixer tap only to lukewarm, but it was a hot day and any warmer than that would feel unpleasant on her burned back anyway. His lips were soft on hers at first, then more demanding as she parted them and flicked her tongue against his. Her hands landed on his arms and gripped the thick muscles of his biceps, fingertips exploring the way his skin felt beneath her touch.
His hands avoided the tender skin of her back by going straight down to grasp her ass and pull her flush against his body. His cock was hard, pressing against her belly, and the hair on his chest rubbed against her breasts, stimulating her nipples. She closed her eyes, melting against him; her whole body felt sensitive, every touch magnified. Heat gathered between her thighs, but there was no rush, no hurry. She reached for her shower gel and squirted some into her hand, reaching up to rub it into Cory's chest.
"Let's get you all clean," Olivia said, her voice coming out low and husky.
"Before we get really, really dirty?" Cory said hopefully, taking the bottle from her.
"Works for me." She turned as he tugged on her hip, letting him soap her back gently and remove the residue of sticky aloe there. He nuzzled his cheek against her hair and nibbled lightly on the tip of her ear. Olivia's mouth opened in a soft gasp as she leaned back against him.
Cory's hands moved slow but sure as they glided from her hips over her stomach, slick with soap suds, and curved under her breasts to cup them gently before his thumbs flicked over her nipples.
Olivia hummed with pleasure, rocking her head sideways against Cory's shoulder so she could reach up to kiss him. He had to lean down for their lips to meet, not that she minded in the slightest. They kissed slow and sensual, tongues dancing with each other as Cory caressed her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs until she moaned and ground her ass back against the heavy erection he pressed against her.
He lifted his head to look down at her, his blue eyes dark with passion. "Olivia." His voice was deeper, a husky note in it.
"Yes." He hadn't asked a question, but the answer was still inevitable. There was no soap on them now, and she turned the shower off, took his hand, and led him back to the bedroom, both of them still dripping water. She paused only to grab one of her bags from her shopping haul and fish out the large box of condoms.
Cory grinned at the sight. "Good plan."
"Yup, and here's another. Lie down."
"Want to be on top, huh? I can live with that." He eased onto the bed and reclined comfortably, gazing up at her with appreciation as she tore into the plastic wrapper on the condom box. "Probably easier on your back too."
"That had entered into my thinking," she admitted, extracting a single foil packet and tossing the box onto the nightstand.
Cory's cock stood stiff and proud from a nest of dark golden curls. Olivia stroked it a few times, enjoying the way he gasped and shifted at her touch and how his blue eyes darkened before he caught her wrist and pulled her towards him. "Come here," he requested, reaching down and stroking lightly up her thigh. "Come sit on my face."
"Oh... it's okay, I..."
"I want to taste you," Cory admitted, looking up at her. "Come here, Olivia."
A flush rose to her cheeks, but she nodded, climbing onto the bed and moving to straddle his face. He curled his arms around her thighs, shifting down slightly on the pillows, humming with appreciation as he positioned himself just right.
"So pretty," he murmured before his tongue flicked out, lapping gently over her folds, forming into a point to nudge back the hood of her clit.
"Oh my God." The bed had no headboard, so Olivia had to place her hands on the wall to try to steady herself. Cory knew exactly what he was doing with his tongue, and he lost no time in driving her absolutely crazy, to the point where she ended up shoving one of her own hands in her mouth to try to muffle her shrieks of pleasure.
"You're delightfully noisy," Cory murmured, easily shifting her down his body until she straddled his hips, though he was careful to make sure his cock went between them, pressing against her stomach. Olivia could only gasp and shudder before collapsing to lie on his broad chest.
"Okay there?" Cory kept his hands away from her sore back, stroking his fingertips in slow, rhythmic circles on the outsides of her thighs instead as her breathing gradually slowed.
"No," Olivia said.
"No?" There was laughter in his voice as he kissed her hair.
"Too good," she sighed, shifting languorously against him. "That mouth of yours is absolutely wicked."
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PLEASED WITH HIMSELF, Cory was quite happy to just hold her for a while, though his cock ached to plunge deep into her. At length she stilled her small movements and lifted her head to look at him. Her smile was absolutely glorious, and he gazed at her, spellbound by her beauty. At least until she wriggled back, reaching for the condoms, and tore one of the packets open.
"Aahh, so good." Cords stood out in Cory's neck as he flung his head back, gritting his teeth. Olivia laughed softly as she rolled the condom on, stroking both hands down firmly, pausing to caress over his tightly swollen balls.
"Something you need?"
"Damn right there is!" His hands closed on her hips and he lifted her, shifting to push up against her. She kept one hand wrapped around the base of his cock until she'd guided the head right where she wanted it.
Cory groaned as Olivia sank slowly down onto him, his cock sliding deep into her tight, wet channel. She hummed with pleasure, pushing down hard to take him fully inside and rocking her hips, setting up a rhythm that was going to get him off pretty damn quickly.
"Jeez, Olivia, slow down," he gasped, sliding a hand between them to find her clit and slide a finger over it. She moaned but didn't obey his request, her curls bouncing as she rode him rapidly to a mutual climax as satisfying as either of them could possibly have wanted.
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AFTERWARDS, Olivia lay on Cory's chest, listening to the thump of his heartbeat below her ear as it steadied back to a normal rhythm. His hands lay loosely on her upper thighs; even in the throes of orgasm, he hadn't touched her sore back, and her heart swelled with affection for him, for his consideration and his gentleness.
When she'd fled New York with her tail metaphorically between her legs, she'd hoped for merely somewhere safe and quiet to lick her wounds, far from the glare of the spotlight and the tattered remains of her career. She'd never thought for a moment that she might be lucky enough to find friends like Rosie, Suzannah, and Jill; never dared to dream she might find a man like Cory, who was willing to take a chance on a relationship with her even knowing everything about her past.
Lying there listening to Cory's breathing slow as he drifted towards sleep, Olivia knew a contentment she'd never before experienced. Here on the far side of the world, on a tropical island far removed from where she'd ever expected she might end up, she'd finally found home.
Letting her eyes close, Olivia let herself drift off to sleep, held securely in Cory's arms. Whatever the future might hold for the two of them—and she hoped that it held a great deal—she knew that no matter what, she would always have a place with her friends on Sunfish Island.
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
I hope you enjoyed reading Finding Cory. The first story set on Sunfish Island Resort, it introduces many of the characters you’ll meet in future stories – the next story, The Reluctant Billionaire, features Nessa the bartender and one of the mysterious owners of the island! If you enjoyed this story, please do take a moment to leave us a review!
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Caitlyn Lynch is an Australian mother of two who has always enjoyed reading and writing romantic fiction. Happily married to her very own tall, dark and handsom
e for 14 years and counting, she draws on a rich imagination to create new scenarios for her steamy contemporary romances.
A bestselling author, she has twice been selected as a finalist for Romance Writers Australia short story anthologies in 2017.
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OTHER WORKS BY CAITLYN LYNCH
Dana’s Duo
Hot for Heather
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Elevator Encounters Series
Ellie’s Encounter
Juliet’s Romeo
The Best Man for Leah (Included in the Just You & Me box set)
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Ranger Heat Series
First Submission
Second Surrender
Third Thrills
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Sunfish Island Resort Series
Finding Cory (Included in the Tropical Tryst box set)
The Reluctant Billionaire (Included in the Billionaire Ever After box set)
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The Shenanigans Press Anthologies
Stocking Stuffers
Red Hots
Summer Heat
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Halloween Anthology (upcoming)
MURDER WITH A KISS
STACY-DEANNE
When her twin brother Kirby is murdered, Kayla heads to Kingston, Jamaica to find out who would want her brother dead. Because they were estranged, Kayla feels guilty for not having a relationship with Kirby and vows to bring his killer to justice.
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Kayla teams up with Kirby’s best friend, Tate, who seems just as anxious for answers as she does. Kayla struggles with an attraction to the sexy tour guide, but loses the battle while Tate introduces her to the sensuous allure of Jamaica. Before Kayla can catch her breath, she and Tate begin an intoxicating romance that has her dying for more.
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As they become closer, Kayla believes her new lover is the only one she can trust to find the truth. However, a shocking development in the case suggests Tate might know more about Kirby’s murder than he lets on.
CHAPTER 1
Thirty-seven-year-old Kayla Atkins grabbed the scissors off her brother’s bedroom dresser as footsteps approached.
She clutched her pounding chest, hid in the corner behind the door and held her breath.
The door opened and the tip of a white sneaker came into view.
Kayla leapt from the corner, aiming the scissors at the man.
“Ah!” An average-built white man with a medium tan fell against the dresser.
Kayla lunged at him again, stabbing the scissors through the air.
“Stop!” The man ran to the other side of the bed, royal-blue eyes big as golf balls. “Kayla, wait!”
“Kayla?” She stopped in place, dropping her arm. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m the man in the picture.” He pointed to the photo on the chest of the stranger standing with his arm around her brother Kirby.
“What the hell?” She snatched the photo and looked back at the man.
“I’m Tate.” He stood straight, huffing and puffing. “Tate O’Keefe. I was your brother’s best friend.”
“Jesus.” Kayla set the photo on the dresser, her stomach swirling with butterflies. “Are you crazy?”
His fluffy, flaxen curls hung over his forehead. “I’m not the one trying to kill people with scissors.”
“You have no business being here.” She slammed the scissors on the dresser. “Who just walks into someone’s house? How did you get in here?”
“The landlord let me in. I assume that’s how you got in?”
“You gave me a heart attack.” She flung her long, loose waves off her shoulder. “I almost killed you.”
He chuckled, pulling at his white T-shirt. “You don’t have to remind me.” His gaze settled on her face, forcing shyness she didn’t realize she had. “So.” He tugged on his baggy, indigo jeans, giving her a once over. “You’re Kayla. Wow.”
“My brother told you about me?”
He caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “He said you were twins but you’re a lot prettier than he was.”
Her temperature rose.
“I’m so sorry for your loss. I can’t believe he’s gone.”
Kayla stared at the photo of Kirby and Tate, fixated on her brother’s beige-brown skin and shoulder-length dreadlocks. “He looks so happy in this picture. I’ve missed his smile. I’d forgotten he could.”
“Are you all right?” Tate moved closer, his Pina Colada scent filling the room. “You missed the funeral.”
She closed her eyes as tears escaped her thick lashes. “I missed everything it seems.” She sat on the bed, rubbing the naked mattress.
“The police took the sheets to check for DNA.” Tate sat beside her, close as if he’d known her for years. “It’s been a month and I still can’t believe what happened in this room.”
“Losing any sibling is hard but a twin? I can’t explain how lost I feel. And, the way he died. Stabbed fourteen times?” Her voice cracked. “How? Who? Why would someone wanna do that to my brother?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.”
“I never wanted him to move to Jamaica.” She rubbed the thighs of her white slacks. “He moved here because our dad’s family is from Kingston and he wanted to be closer to the culture.”
Tate leaned forward, clasping his long fingers. “Why didn’t you come to the funeral?”
“Denial.” She stretched out her long legs. “It was easier to stay in Florida and pretend that this wasn’t real. But, I owe it to Kirby to find out what happened. That’s why I’m here.”
“The police have no leads.” He shrugged. “I doubt you’ll be able to do better than them.”
“Are they really doing anything? Everyone seems so laid back in Jamaica.”
“It’s a place of fun and relaxation but people get serious when they need to be.”
She looked at him, wondering how a white man with a Jersey accent ended up in Kingston. “I was looking around to find clues or something the police might have missed. God.” She sobbed into her hands. “If only I’d taken the time to make things right with him. I’m the worst sister in the world.”
“Sh.” Tate wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and she felt an instant bond she couldn’t explain. “You can’t blame yourself.”
“I wasn’t here when he needed me. We let a silly argument from years ago tear us apart and it makes no sense.”
“Kirby loved you and he wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.”
“He was all I had.”
“It’s almost two-thirty.” He let her go. “Have you eaten anything?”
“I just got into town a few hours ago and headed right over here after checking into the hotel.”
“I was about to get lunch.” He stood. “Why don’t you join me? Maybe we can figure out some things together.”
“I don’t think I can eat.” She stood, rubbing her stomach. “My stomach’s tied in knots.”
“Let me buy you lunch. Are you familiar with Jamaican cuisine?”
She shook her head.
“I’ll take you to one of my favorite restaurants. I guarantee you’ll wanna eat once you smell the food.”
She got her purse and followed him into the hall. “Wait.”
He turned, facing her.
“What were you doing here?”
“The same as you.” He lowered his gaze. “Hope to find a reason someone would kill Kirby.”
She passed him. “There’s never a reason to stab someone fourteen times.”
KAYLA RELAXED in the passenger’s seat of Tate’s jeep as he drove through the dusty streets past outside fo
od markets.
Men and women with skin tones ranging from cinnamon-brown to coal-black, sold everything from alcohol to jewelry.
“This is your one-stop shop down here.” Tate slowed as people crossed the street from various directions. “Anything and everything you want, you can find down here.”
“Purses!” A bone-thin, yellow-skinned Jamaican with a short afro waved purses as Tate drove.
“My god.” Kayla twisted in her seat, taking in the scrambling people. “It’s like this every day?”
“This is downtown Kingston right here.” Tate pushed his shades up and made a right. “It’s a great place to find a bargain but beware.” He peeked at her with his eyes over his lenses. “Every hustler in Jamaica hangs out here.” He made a left onto another street where men, wearing dreads of different lengths, hollered and laughed.
“When I was researching Jamaica online…” Kayla’s head rocked with the jeep’s movements. “The first thing it said was be careful of scammers and watch your belongings.”
“Ain’t that the truth? Things sprout legs and run off in Jamaica.” Tate laughed. “It’s a beautiful place, but it has a dark side too.”
Kayla nodded, her nose stuffed with the scent of smoked meats, vegetables and yams.
“Here we go.” Tate pulled into a lot of potholes and parked in front of an ivory, shack-like building with the doors wide open and flies traveling in and out.
“This is the Lotus Bar and Grill.” Smiling, Tate took his keys out the ignition. “It doesn’t look like much but it’s some of the best food in Kingston.” He got out the car, headed to her side and opened the door. “After you, Ma’am.”
Jittery, Kayla slipped her purse onto her arm and entered the restaurant, hit but a melody of sweet and spicy aromas. “God, it smells great in here.”
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