Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle

by Delilah Wilde

  Coffee.

  The desire for coffee wins out.

  I crawl out of bed and wrap my robe around me. I glance in the mirror to see Jackson smiling at me from behind as I pour coffee into the machine. I’m not sure if he’s smiling at my form or smiling because my form is making coffee. But either way I’m happy with it.

  Ugh, stupid, I chastise myself. You’re letting this get complicated already.

  Jackson turns his attention away from me and over to his conversation with the people at the front desk. I tend to myself in his bathroom as he gets onto his laptop and starts his meeting.

  Once the coffee finishes brewing, I pour out two cups, drop his off next to his laptop, and take mine out to the patio to watch the sunrise.

  It’s about the only benefit to waking up in paradise so early. The beautiful sunrise out over the vacant beach.

  The waves lap the shore in gentle kisses beneath the colorful sky. Stars twinkle their last good night.

  Moans fill the air.

  What?

  I glance around, trying not to make it obvious that I can hear anyone in the throes of passion. My eyes fall onto another room across the courtyard. A woman leaning against the railing of her patio as a man pounds into her. Her eyes are clenched tight. She opens her mouth and releases another moan as he reaches around and fondles her breasts. Their hips dip and grind together against the patio railing.

  My nipples harden and scratch against the terry cloth of my robe.

  I try to avert my eyes. To grant the couple privacy. I don’t see anyone else outside. No other onlookers. No one brewing coffee.

  I take another sip of my coffee and stare down at the beach. Wondering what it would be like to dip my feet into the small waves. The moans are getting stronger. Drawing my eyes back over to the couple as she sits him down on the patio and saddles his cock.

  Before long, another moan breaks the morning air.

  I close my eyes, refusing to look. I turn around and stare back into the room at Jackson. He’s still staring at his laptop.

  My breasts ache as the woman across the way moans louder. I bite my tongue and clench my eyes. Adjusting in my seat as I start to drip. This time I’m not wearing panties to help soak up my juices. So they just drip down my leg.

  Embarrassment and arousal heat my cheeks. I don’t relish the thought of staying outside on the patio by myself while this woman rides her man’s cock into ecstasy in front of me. But I can’t run into my room, as the key is still sitting in Jackson’s room. And running into Jackson’s room is bound to end in an erotic mess.

  Which might not be so bad.

  But I would have to explain how I got so aroused just by sitting outside.

  I open my eyes. The woman is still staring up into the sky, slamming her hips down against his cock.

  The door opens behind me.

  I whirl around, hoping Jackson didn’t see me staring at the couple getting it on.

  “Oh man. She is really getting it this morning,” he says, confirming that it doesn’t matter if he thought I was watching or not.

  “Hm?”

  “Check it out,” he whispers and nods his head.

  I turn around and face the couple. He’s massaging and suckling at her breasts as she rides his cock. Several more loud moans signal her orgasm. Jackson reaches his arm around me and sips at his coffee as I lean back into him.

  Are we really watching this couple get it on?

  Together?

  I’m not sure how I should be reacting to this. More juices drip from my pussy and down my thigh.

  I’m relieved and aroused to feel his manhood grow behind me. He pulls me in closer and I adjust my backside against him. Both of our eyes locked on the cumming couple across the way.

  And then they were no longer a couple.

  Another man walks through the patio door to join them. She tears into his shirt, ripping it from his body and clawing at his chest. I hold my breath as she sucks on his nipples and takes his cock into her hands. The first man sits up behind her and starts rubbing her pussy with his cock.

  Jackson’s hand slips inside my robe. He adjusts his stance and puts his coffee cup down on the patio table. I lean back into him further.

  This is really happening.

  He reaches down beneath my robe and cups my firm cheek in his hand. Squeezing slightly.

  She leans down further, bringing the second man’s cock up to her mouth and wrapping her lips around it as she pumps him. The first man continues to pound into her, his finger starting to probe around her ass. The moans coming from that patio fill the air with desire and lust.

  Lust settling in my pussy as Jackson rubs my skin.

  What is it about watching someone else have sex that seems to turn me on so? I hope Jackson doesn’t ask.

  He doesn’t seem to care. His hands travel further up the back of my robe.

  I can’t take my eyes off them. As the woman sucks and fucks the two cocks, Jackson lifts my robe and rubs his cock against my throbbing pussy. I spread my legs and hang onto the railing as he presses into me. Every inch of his cock fills me. Right up to the base.

  He pushes in slowly. Inexorably. Every vein rubbing against my pussy. I hold my breath to keep from moaning out loud.

  Jackson’s hands grip my waist. He reaches around and swirls his fingertips across my clit. Coating everything in my juices. I clench my eyes and drop my head down to the railing. Concentrating on the fires Jackson is creating with his fingers. Tightening the muscles in my pussy to milk him for every nerve. Every glorious moment.

  He pulls out slowly, rubbing my juices back across my opening. I grit my teeth and whimper.

  “Shhh,” he whispers and presses his fingers into my mouth.

  I tighten my fists around the railing and suck on his fingers. My eyes still closed as I listen to the rhythm of the moans from across the way.

  Jackson presses his fingers back into my waiting pussy. Twisting his wrist and swirling them around in a new sensation that is driving me wild.

  He bring his fingers back across my ass. Rubbing gently across my bottom as I suck on his fingers. He pushes another finger into my pussy. Then, without pulling out, he presses a second finger into my ass. Slowly. Tender.

  Every muscle in my body tightens. He leans in close, rubbing his finger along my hot tongue. “Shhh,” he whispers again as he pumps his fingers in and out of my opening.

  He pulls his fingers from my mouth and I bite my lip. Arching my back and throwing my head down as he finger fucks my pussy and my ass. Jackson’s soft moans add to the pleasure rippling through my nerves.

  The next time he pulls his fingers from my pussy, he rubs the end of his cock up against my clit. His thumb still pumping into my ass. I rock my hips back against him. Begging for him to fill me up. Begging to cum.

  Once again he reads my mind. His cock presses deep into my pussy. I’ve never felt so filled in all my life. I hold my breath, biting my tongue to keep from screaming. His thumb continues to drill into my bottom. My juices flow down my legs, dripping to the patio floor. I stare at my feet as I rock my hips against him.

  Finally, I let go of the railing and clamp my hand down on my clit. I rub and swirl my clit against my hand as he plunges his cock deep into me. The power of my orgasm knocks me to my knees. Jackson holds me up, still driving his cock deep into me.

  As my shaking subsides, he slows down. He pulls his thumb from my bottom and rubs my cheeks. His cock pulls away from my pussy. I glance around behind me. His robe is draped half open. I’m sure he left the condoms inside. And I know what’s coming.

  Another first.

  He rubs the end of his cock along my butt cheeks. Reaching forward and pulling juices from my cum backward. I shut my eyes and grit my teeth, ready to let him press inside of me.

  I rock my hips back. Giving him a better angle.

  He accepts my invitation and presses the head of his cock into my ass.

  Pausing to let me adjust to thi
s new sensation.

  His moan is soft. Almost a whisper. He reaches back around and caresses my pussy as he pushes himself in further.

  Deeper.

  I push my hips back against him.

  Every inch of his cock slowly fills my backside.

  And his fingers grind against my pussy.

  I can’t help but open my eyes and glance at the other woman. Jackson is able to do to me by himself what it takes two men to do to her.

  She locks eyes with me.

  Oh. God. She’s watching us.

  Watching as Jackson presses his cock into my ass. As his fingers pump into my hot pussy.

  I can’t hold out.

  Jackson’s cock stiffens and tenses up. My turn.

  He moans and starts to shake. And I ride the ecstasy of his orgasm straight to my own. Grinding and fucking his fingers as he pumps into my ass.

  My pussy floods as he cums. I bite my tongue. Grip the railing. My body shakes and turns to jelly. As Jackson finishes his orgasm he loosens his grip on my pussy. I pretend not to notice the woman watching us and I stretch to help Jackson pull out of me. I turn around and lean back against the railing.

  He smiles and tries to catch his breath.

  New shades of yellow and blue streak across the sky now as the sun breaks over the horizon.

  Jackson smiles and leans in to kiss me. Then he grabs his coffee cup and takes another sip. “Thanks for making coffee,” he says.

  A laugh bursts from my lips.

  “Come on. Breakfast should be here in a couple minutes.”

  Thankfully, breakfast arrived quickly. Meaning conversation could change just as quickly. We sat at the table and dug into the eggs and french toast. Jackson laid out his plans for the day and we talked about where to go looking for my purse.

  My heart flutters at his every word. Despite my best efforts, I can’t help but hang on everything he says. Every smile sends the butterflies to flight in my stomach.

  Stop it becomes my internal mantra. Every few minutes I have to remind myself that this is getting too complicated. That I’m not interested in anything long term.

  He is just supposed to be a vacation from the norm.

  That’s it.

  Yet Jackson continues to surprise me. I expected him to be arrogant. Cocky. Entitled. And he is. Just not with me. He throws money around to get his way.

  Except with me.

  The shuttle ride back to the dance club feels surreal. Almost as if I need to convince myself that this is the reality. Jackson spends the entire ride talking to the people around us while I stare out the windows. And when the shuttle finally pulls up in front of the club, I don’t want to move. My fist is latched onto the handle.

  “Come on,” Jackson whispers with a smile. It’ll be fine. We’re just going to walk in, ask for the purse, check the bathroom, and leave. Together.”

  I blink and shake my head. Flashes of the attack echo through my mind. Tears sting at the back of my eyes. Jackson laces his fingers through mine and wraps his other arm around my shoulders.

  “Let’s go,” he whispers.

  I let him lead me back inside the dance club. Broken glass and crushed paper lay scattered across the floor. The carpet is stained with spilled drinks and bodily fluids. The same bartender from that night stands behind the bar, clipboard and pencil in hand. He stops scribbling when we walk up to the bar.

  “Hey hey! Miss soda! I thought I’d see you again.”

  “You did?” I ask.

  “Of course! I knew you’d be back for this.” He reaches under the bar and pulls out my purse.

  I smile and reach inside.

  Everything is still intact.

  “You kept it safe for me. Thank you so much.”

  “One of the waitresses, Tia, found it in the bathroom last night. I recognized it right away with that crazy typewriter charm hanging off the zipper.”

  “Thank you,” I say with a breath of relief.

  “Hey no problem. Listen. I guess there was a pretty bad fight in the bathroom last night. Tia found three guys in the women’s room who were beat up pretty bad. Do you remember seeing anything while you were back there?”

  I can feel Jackson’s fingers tense up at the small of my back.

  My breath dried and caught in my throat. The sight of the men hitting the ground last night shakes me up. “No,” I tell him. “No I didn’t see anything. Must have happened after I got out of there.”

  “Well, that’s good. Glad you didn’t get hurt. But you might want to get out of here quick then. Police have been in and out all morning, looking for witnesses. The guys aren’t talking but the owner is pretty upset, you know?”

  “Right,” I say as I offer another smile. “Well, I wish I could be more help. Thanks again.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Jackson and I leave the dance club and walk further up the beach. He stops to buy a map from a street vendor and we head deeper into town. “You didn’t tell him what happened? Why not?” Jackson asks.

  I shake my head and follow him into a line for a paddleboat ride along the river. “I just. They’re looking for someone who beat up those guys. Beat them up. As in attacked them.”

  “Yea, and?”

  “That’s you. Those guys, they think they’re the victims. If I had said anything, the police would have assumed you attacked them.”

  “So. They attacked you. We could have just—.”

  “What? Explained it all? That never works.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, it turns into a big he said she said thing. And that’s when it’s not complicated. I don’t know about you, but I only have two days left of my vacation. I didn’t want to take the chance that those would be wasted in a police station. Especially since I didn’t get hurt. Just, no need.”

  Jackson studies me for a minute and then nods and glances away. “Okay,” he says. “So two days left of your vacation?”

  “Yea.”

  “We better make the most of it,” he says as he helps me out onto the paddleboat.

  “What the hell is this?”

  “This is fun. Come on. Legs go here. Feet go here.” He positions my limbs accordingly and then climbed up onto the seat behind me.

  He’s right. This is fun. We paddle up the river and find a line of shops. Everything from goofy hats to island fashion. If there is an island vacationer stereotype, it’s here. Jackson walks with me along the road and takes me up to a small cafe. “How much do you like Thai food?” he asks.

  I can’t answer but to giggle like an idiot at him.

  Inside the restaurant, I can’t believe my eyes. No tables, no chairs. Instead, people are standing around tall tables cooking.

  Actually cooking.

  I turn back to Jackson, cocking an eyebrow to ask him what the hell he expects us to do here. He smiles and waits for someone to lead us to our own tall table.

  Or rather, private cooking class.

  As we tie on the complimentary aprons, I’m concentrating on our teacher’s every word. Jackson’s smile is spread from ear to ear. Then the teacher asks us to choose who will be cooking. Actually cooking. He sets a hot plate and a wok down on the table in front of me.

  And then he starts spitting out instructions. I’m not even sure my ears work that fast. Jackson is slicing away at the vegetables, watching the teacher and mastering the task at hand. And I’m feeling lost. After a few minutes, the teacher finally stops talking and he stares at me and smiles.

  I have no idea what he’s just said.

  Jackson chuckles and walks over behind me. He rests his hand on my wrist and wraps my fingers around the handle of the wok. “You ready?” he asks.

  “I don’t know about this. I’m horrible in the kitchen.”

  “Oh come on, you can’t possibly be that bad.”

  “I’ve burnt water.”

  He bursts out laughing. Completely unbridled. Didn’t even try to stifle it. “That’s not even possible.”
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  “It is possible, and I’ve done it.”

  “Okay, okay. Well, I actually want to eat today so let’s just take it slow then, okay? Toss in the tofu like this.”

  The wok hisses and sizzles as Jackson tosses in food. Some of the food I can’t even pronounce. I just watch him and let him manipulate my hands in a mock play at cooking our food.

  A few minutes later, he’s done. And sitting before us is a beautiful Pad Thai. It looks like it belongs pictured in a menu for a restaurant. It’s beautiful.

  The teacher smiles at us, nods his head and bows and walks off with the hot plate to teach a new table.

  Jackson takes a seat and grabs a fork to dig into the plate.

  “I can’t believe my hands touched this,” I say as I shovel a forkful of bean sprouts into my mouth.

  Jackson chuckles and shakes his head.

  The rest of the afternoon goes by in a jumble of giggles and a blur. Between walking, sight-seeing, and the occasional tourist trap, Jackson and I completely lose track of time until we realize the sun is setting.

  Jackson grabs a shuttle and we head back to the hotel. It’s all very nice. But the tense night followed by the three hours of sleep and a day filled with activity is catching up to me. By the time we reach our doors to our hotel rooms, I can barely hold my eyes open.

  I slide my key through the lock and bid Jackson goodbye.

  Nap time.

  I toss my purse over onto the small desk, kick my shoes off, and throw myself across the bed.

  I have no idea how much time went by as I slept. The sun is gone, hidden behind the waves of the horizon. I roll over and stretch. No lights floating in from next door. Jackson either isn’t awake or he isn’t in his room.

  Slowly, I lean over to check on the time. Fifteen minutes before midnight.

  I roll over again and stare at the patio door. A little disappointed that Jackson isn’t around.

  “Ugh, what is wrong with me?” I ask the empty room. I roll out of the bed and saunter over to the bathroom.

  I’m not sure if the music had already been playing and it just took me a while to notice it, or if the music just started while I was staring at my reflection. Either way, drum beats catch my attention. I rummage through the closet and grab a small sundress. Something modest that covers everything but still lets me move. If there’s a party going on, I want to be able to dance and move without being encumbered by tight, heavy clothing.