“You gonna’ eat that?” Clayton is pointing at Gen’s shrimp and taking one.
“Go ahead, you’ve slobber all over it.” Pushing the entire plate in front of him.
“Hey, having fun?” Bryer interrupts.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Gen replies.
I watch as Clayton downs a Red Bull and chases it with his vodka tonic.
“It’s not a race, man,” I say, as he just looks at me and waves the bartender back.
Gen sips her lemon martini.
I notice the empty glass on the bar. So heavy drinking is the trick, I’m cool with that.
“A shot of Tequila, make it four,” Clayton orders.
“Whoa, not me,” I say.
“I’m getting married in the morning.” And Clayton spills out some sloppy version of an old song with that title. He can’t be shit-faced already, we were only gone an hour.
“You okay, man?” I ask, putting my arm over his shoulder for privacy.
“I have rage issues.”
I laugh.
“Or so I’ve been told,” Clayton says with a slight slur.
I see both Gen and Bryer, slamming down their shots. I’ll be keeping a close eye on my bride to be tonight. Watching them giggle like kids, I guess I’m the designated grown up tonight.
Clayton shakes salt on his wrist, but misses. He licks nothing anyway, downs the shot and sucks on the lemon. “Don’t forget your wife’s name, that will mess you up.” Pointing his finger at me.
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind, Clayton.”
“Dance floor,” Bryer yells.
I’ve only have pleasurable memories of dancing with her so I grab her wrist and gently pull playfully. Dancing to a Hawaiian beat is a little different, but we give it our best. After three dances, we are starting to sweat, and are pretty much done.
“I’m hungry,” Bryer decides, so back to the bar we go.
“Excuse me, can we see a menu?” I wave the bartender over.
“Clayton, is that all you want to eat?”
“What kind of question is that? She’s sitting right here.”
I notice the slur has deepened—not good, not good at all. Fuck, he’s smashed. I’m afraid what’s coming next. “I’ll order you something, buddy.”
“Lobster, baby?” I get a head nod and a big smile. I notice two more empty shot glasses by Clayton. “I’ll need my best man to be present tomorrow, can you slow it down?” I firmly say.
“I’m not saying it was aliens, but it was aliens.”
“Bro, I think you’ve lost your shit,” I say, resting my hand on his shoulder.
“You can’t ignore me forever, Gen.” Clayton faces Gen’s back.
Uh-oh, I see her slowly turn to face him, she’s definitely not drunk by the look on her face.
“Truth is, I’m crazy for you. Everyone can see it but you, Gen.” Clayton spills.
Silence…
“So, you’re telling me I have a chance?” Word-vomit still spilling.
Silence. With a twist of confusion.
“I know, I’m lucky I’m so cute,” he continues.
“Clayton,” she says.
“We can stop playing games now.”
“Did someone give him some truth serum?” I playfully ask. “Filter, Clayton.” I try to stop the avalanche.
“I know you think I’m a fuck-stick, but I’m not that kind of guy.”
I’ve never seen Gen this quiet, and Bryer’s mouth is hanging open. I’m not sure if I should laugh, or gag him.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Leaning over so only he can hear.
“Nathan, this is between Gen and me. Stay out of it.”
“As you wish, dumb-ass. But, dig the grave deeper, will ya?” Taking a seat on my bar stool.
Our dinner arrives.
Bryer switches seats next to me. “This looks wonderful.” As she takes her first bite. “This has to be the best lobster I’ve ever had.” Then quietly leans into me. “What is Clayton doing?”
“Drunk Clayton is uniquely impulsive,” I answer, but there is no answer.
“I’ll eat just one, I swear.” Reaching for a sliver of lobster, then proceeds to dip it in butter with his hands.
“Jesus, Clayton, I ordered for you, it’s coming. Gross, where have your hands been?” I complain.
Immediately a plate is set down in front of him.
“Eat.” As I push it even closer.
“Gen, what are you having?” Watching Bryer leaning over the bar to make eye contact.
“Lobster Bisque,” she answers but is too quiet, too quiet for Gen. Is it Walker? Bryer mentioned what happened, I’m sure it’s fucking Walker.
“There’s a fire show in an hour, or we could go swimming?” Bryer suggests.
No one answers right away.
“Is that a trick question?” I answer. “You in a bikini in a heated pool?” She smiles back at me, as I nod my head to the door leading us out.
“Okay, I got your vote, Mr. Obvious.” But closing in on me, her fingers making little circles on my thigh.
“I’m going to the show,” Gen answers but never looks up, sounding too vacant for her usual loud mouth.
“I’m staying here.” And orders another drink.
“Take it easy, Clayton, I need you tomorrow.”
“I say no to alcohol, it just doesn’t listen.” Clayton cracks a lopsided grin, but no one laughs but him.
“Let me know how that works for you, pal.” As I get off the stool helping Bryer, and pulling her close.
“Think they’ll be safe?” Bryer asks, as we leave the bar.
“We are talking about Clayton, so no.”
As I watch her gather her necessities, my eyes travel up her beautiful body in a white bikini, she’s barely wearing, her long waves piled up in a messy bun high on her head. I crave her shamelessly. “Can I help you?”
“Most certainly.”
Caught admiring how sexy she is, it’s pretty obvious the predicament I find myself in. Hard as steel. “C’mon, let me get you under the water, so I can do sinful things to you, I’m getting impatient.”
“I love it when you beg.” Smiling as she opens the door.
The evening is warm as the sun sets, a cool ocean breeze floats around us as we walk hand-in-hand down the lit pathway to the pool. Eventually making it to the gate, I notice we’re alone, the entire pool to ourselves. How fucking lucky am I? Setting our items on two loungers, I watch as she unties the sarong, a word I just learned, and tosses it on the chair. She doesn’t waste any time as she descends into the water step-by-step. Looking over her shoulder. “It’s a perfect temperature, join me.”
I don’t need an invitation, I’m there.
The moment our bodies meet I’m reminded of how much I love her, want her, need her. I’m going to fuck her right here, an expression of physical love. Is that what love does to all men? Uttering words you would never let another dude hear you say.
“Oh, baby, I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.” Running my fingers up and down her arms. My brain unable to focus on anything but what’s standing right in front of me.
“I want you to take me,” she whispers.
Her words bringing me to my fucking knees. I cage her against the side of the pool, allowing my hard cock to cushion against her sweet ass. There’s no denying how fucking aroused I am. And kiss her senseless, as her head turns to meet my mouth, my tongue finding places it has never explored. Breaking away breathless.
She leans over the side as I frantically release my screaming cock and move her bottoms to the side.
“Can you be quiet?” I ask my tongue running the length of her neck. I hear nothing more than a low murmur. Nice. “I know you’re a screamer.” Our eyes meet in silent humor.
I desperately want to sink into her, but my fingers find she’s not ready. I circle her bundle of nerves and am rewarded with a moan building her craving the faster I move. I feel her start to tremb
le and insert one finger to find her wet for me. Her head flies back and rests on my shoulder where I kiss her, holding her cheek in one hand and her sweet pussy in the other. Dexterity I have mastered over the years.
Jesus, I could come undone too soon. As I drag my mouth from hers, I line myself up as if it was a race to fulfill her. I slide my cock in easily.
“You’re so fucking hot, Bryer.” Her name on my lips coming out in a shaky breath. As I pull out, I watch myself enter her again under water. The view distorted but not the sensation. I steady my stance and spread her legs wider as she arches her back to the angle she wants. I want it to last, make her come over and over. I reach around where I can circle her clit and still keep this punishing rhythm.
“That’s right, baby.” Devastating her control as I feel her tighten, her orgasm taking her swiftly.
She’s like a drug, driving me mad, unhinging me. I lift her hips easily with the help of the water, now probing in a slow repetitive rhythm as I hold my control at bay. Reading her body by her ragged breathing. Surging into her harder, I want to own another orgasm.
“Give me your fire, baby.”
Witnessing the ripples of pleasure take her again. “Do you feel me?” A sharp spasm rushes over me as I feel my own orgasm spill into her. “All mine,” I whisper in her ear.
“All yours,” she answers between breaths.
We lost track of time, after what felt like hours floating around the pool together, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her arms around my neck.
“What a great ass you have.” As I grip both cheeks, and rub her against me. Damn, I could go again. But it’s getting late, I want us both to be well rested for tomorrow. Releasing her hand after we step out of the pool, I watch as she grabs her things. “Happy, baby?”
“Deliriously happy.”
“A reminder, we meet with the officiate first thing in the morning. A Mr. Kahale, he’s native to the islands here.” As we find ourselves on the path again.
“Will we see where the ceremony will be held too?” she asks.
“Anything you want.” Hand-in-hand, we stroll tucked away in paradise.
“I ordered flowers I would like to lay out the design,” she says.
“Speaking of flowers.” I lean over to pluck a beautiful yellow tropical flower, its name unknown softly bringing Bryer into my arms. I tuck her hair behind her ear and place the flower there. “No competition, you still outshine its beauty.” Call me a pussy, don’t care.
“You could charm the pants off a nun.”
“A nun you say, well you may be biased.” Chuckling.
~ ~ ~
Growing closer to our bungalow, we pass Gen’s and Clayton’s connecting huts. But I’m stopped in my tracks, leaving Bryer to take a few steps alone, she also stops as we both stare ahead. Frozen in place, my eyes must be playing tricks on me, but when I look other at Bryer, her expression tells me I’m not.
With disbelief we see two figures moving in the shadows on their bungalow deck. There’s not a doubt in my mind who they are. As we watch it unfold before our very eyes, Bryer and I share another look of confusion, without a word spoken between us.
We can’t pull our eyes away, as if witnessing an accident in slow motion, followed by a moment of clarity as we come to realize who is being pressed against the bungalow wall and whose leg is wrapped around him.
“OooooKay,” Bryer whispers.
Forbidden voyeurism, as I watch his hands on her every way imaginable, Gen’s hair blowing in the wind, as Clayton moves against her. “Jesus, maybe they should take it inside,” I say, baffled by this turn in events.
“Say it isn’t so.” Bryer shaking her head no.
“Oh it’s so,” I confirm but a low laugh escapes.
“What’s he doing?
“Well, Bryer…”
“I mean what’s he doing with Gen?”
“Most men are players until that one girl comes along that makes them lose their game.” I always knew the root of all the play was foreplay. But we shouldn’t be watching this, his hands on her breast, his mouth on her neck. He’s definitely got some moves, the guy in me has to laugh.
“Should we say something?” she asks.
Like what? Clayton can you please take your tongue out of Gen’s mouth. No, not me. “I vote no.”
“Holy Jesus,” Bryer says.
Causing my head to turn in their direction. As we see Gen’s second leg wrapped around his body, her sundress blowing wildly up her waist and Clayton scrambling for …. “We need to go, baby.” I can’t watch my best friend fuck. How will I look him in the eye tomorrow? “Walk with me.” As I pull Bryer away, I consider the aftermath of their decision.
“But,” she says, seemingly speechless.
“We knew this eventually would happen, right? Let them try, Bryer, try being the operative word.”
“I’m not judging a relationship, I’m worried about a casual hook up, the hurt Gen is in, and the repercussions of their actions. Not to mention landing on the night before our wedding.”
She’s right.
Chapter Twenty-Two
~Bryer~
“Time to wake up, we have things to do.” Spoken in a morning whisper.
“I so don’t want to.” I say into my pillow, as I stretch, opening one eye to see my sex-god above me. Unfair that anyone could look this magnificent this early. “What time is it?”
“Seven am.”
“I thought me made a deal? One more time last night, and we would sleep in this morning.” Rising slowly on my elbows.
“I think you got that wrong, one more time and I’d let you sleep at all.” He snickers, amused.
“Ah, how silly of me. What’s on the agenda?” As Nathan slowly pulls the sheet down my naked body. He is undeniable sexy. As I see his erection clearly standing proud in his cargos.
“See what you do?” He smiles as his eyes rake over my body.
“What a waste.” As I leisurely rise and walk towards the shower, modesty a thing of the past. Feeling his eyes burning from behind me and a low growl escaping.
“Tonight,” he warns.
Walking out to find Nathan looking over the resort brochure. “Did you know there’s a zoo on the grounds?”
I watch as he admirers my long tie-die strapless-braless dress, fits to perfection and of course I’ve kept my word. “No panties,” I whisper suggestively as I pass by him.
“I would like nothing better than to rock your world, but we have an appointment with Mr. Kahale the officiate at ten A.M., in the chapel on the beach to go over details,” he says distracted.
“That works out perfectly, the wedding planner will be there to discuss flowers and particulars.”
“So,” as he closes in on me “No panties?”
I give him my best come-hither grin. Cupping his face in my hands, “Oh yeah, baby, I’m only a touch away.”
“Christ almighty woman, I’ll be sporting this hard-on all day.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” As I grab my purse and reach for the door.
“Just remember, you’re mine all night.” Standing behind me his arms snaking around me, skimming all the right places.
“That’s not easily forgotten, it is our wedding night.”
As we reach the breakfast nook, its banquet is laid out beautifully, the freshest fruit, crepes made to order. Anything you could possibly want. We reach our fill, enjoying every bite, both grinning almost shyly of the day to come.
“Remember we will be changing room-mates this afternoon,” I say.
“This should be interesting, after last night. Contrary to popular belief, dudes don’t usually talk about who we just…”
“Oh girls most certainly do, I’ll get the whole scoop, every single detail. I can’t wait.” Interrupting him on purpose.
Approaching the chapel, I notice the overabundance of flowers along the path which is long and wide. I envision myself starting that walk, that once-in-a-lifetime wal
k here, right here. I pause and savor the moment. Nathan still holding my hand seems to understand my vision, as I look straight to the altar then beyond to the ocean where the perfect view to heaven awaits our day. Our eyes meet, we only smile.
“You must be Nathan and Bryer.” The man holds out his hand.
Nathan shakes it. “Yes, we are the sunset ceremony.”
Turning to me, his smile is warm and he shakes my hand.
“Mr. Kahale,” Nathan says.
“Just Kahale, everyone calls me Kahale.”
Fondness already growing between us.
“Let’s take a seat, I have some questions for you both. Have you agreed on vows?” he asks.
Although I question if we have. “I assumed we would write our own, but I’m fine with traditional.” Looking at Nathan for confirmation.
“What about a combination of both?” Nathan suggests.
“We could let Kahale recite traditionally, and we would have a brief moment to say our own.”
“I love the idea.” Agreeing.
“The license?”
“Check,” Nathan confirms.
“Moving on. Do you want my traditional Hawaiian garb, or did you have something else in mind?” Looking at Nathan.
“Traditional?” He nods.
“Let’s take a few minutes to run through. Are your best man and maid of honor here?”
“No, but we are meeting them following our visit with you,” I say, covering their asses.
“Let’s start, and your coordinator will only need a few minutes of your time Bryer. She has also assigned a photographer on your behalf.”
The hour goes by quickly, it feels real. Excitement growing with every passing moment. We stand in front of the chapel, all of our plans confirmed.
Our hands joined, he lifts them to his mouth. “I can’t wait to marry you.”
I can’t hold back the blush that he can still ignite. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
He kisses me slow and sweet, promises of more to come. “Next time I see you will be at the altar,” he says
“I’ll meet you here at sunset.”
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