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It was nearly dark when the plane made its final approach toward the landing strip on the small, tree-covered island—an island that Dare claimed was shaped like a guitar, but which Steve thought looked more like a dick and balls. The main portion was rounded at the bottom and roughly oval-shaped, with a long peninsula that extended far out into the sea. There were even a few rocks jutting up from the ocean at the tip of the peninsula, which could be construed as drops of jizz, but Steve had discovered long ago that Dare didn’t think owning a dick-shaped island was funny in the least. It was a guitar, damn it. So Logan and Steve joked about Dick Island behind Dare’s back, but never to his face.
“What does the island look like to you?” Steve asked Roux, who was sitting next to the window and gazing outside with a flush of excitement on her fair face. The woman was an absolute goddess.
“A tropical paradise.”
“I mean its shape. Does it remind you of anything?”
She nibbled her lip and then said, “A baby rattle.”
“What?” He stretched over her to point. “The long part is obviously a dick and the round part is the balls.”
“Those would be some huge balls and a disappointingly thin dick,” she countered.
True. He was glad his junk wasn’t shaped like that, but still . . . “It doesn’t look anything like a guitar, right?”
She tilted her head, giving the rapidly enlarging island another look. “About as much as it looks like a dick and balls. It’s a baby rattle.”
“Do babies even play with rattles anymore?”
“Or it could be a spoon.” She looked at him with wide eyes, as if seeking approval.
He still thought it looked like a dick and balls, but said, “Yeah, I can see that.” He stroked a silky lock of her hair, realizing that he had an unquenchable need to touch her hair as much as possible as well as to touch her lovely face and the rest of her. God, the woman was deep under his skin. He leaned in for a kiss, but the plane touched down and they bumped foreheads.
“I don’t know about you,” he said, rubbing the spot on his head with one hand and the one on hers with the other, “but I’m ready to get the fuck off this plane for a couple of days.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I had a pretty good time on this plane.”
“Just pretty good?”
“Best time of my life.”
She gifted him with that sexy little smile of hers. As usual, it made his balls tighten.
“But somehow, I think we’re going to top it.”
He squeezed her hand. “Count on it.”, He’d usually heap on the island fun by getting plastered and high and then dance naked on the beach until he passed out, but with exception of naked beach time, that scenario held absolutely no appeal to him when he was with Roux. He couldn’t decide if the sudden shift in his idea of fun was a good thing or a bad thing. He had his notorious rock star reputation to uphold. But not here with her. Here with her he could be anything he wanted to be. Even lame.
There were two main dwellings on the island and a caretaker’s cabin. They left the air crew of two to enjoy their weekend at the larger, more luxurious house near the landing strip that ran the length of the peninsula. He and Roux climbed aboard one of the sports quads to make their way to the smaller, more secluded beach house that could be reached only by driving through the jungle or by boat. The small headlights cut through the darkness to guide them on a path that was difficult to navigate even in the daytime. The underbrush had a way of overgrowing and blocking the narrow road within days of it being cleared. Steve guessed that the day’s notice he’d given to Dare hadn’t been enough time to alert the island’s caretaker to cut back the brush.
“Are there monkeys in this jungle?” Roux asked excitedly as she peered into the dark under-canopy around them.
Normally Steve would have the vehicle at full throttle and be barreling through the underbrush in pursuit of Logan, who was a total adrenaline junkie. But he took it slow, concerned for Roux’s safety. He’d never realized jungle underbrush could put him in a romantic mood, or maybe it was the feel of her hands on his waist and her warmth at his back that had him considering their surroundings as something other than a nuisance blocking his way to the beach. The eerie call of some night creature piqued his curiosity rather than making him want to get out of the foliage as soon as possible.
“Monkeys? I don’t think so,” he said. “Birds maybe. We can explore in the daylight and see what we can find.”
“I thought you’d been here before.”
“I have,” he said, suddenly feeling embarrassed by his total disregard for the potentially amazing wildlife on the island. All he’d ever cared about before was that the bar was well stocked and that no one complained about how loudly he blared the music on the beach. “I just stuck to the beach. Never ventured too far into the trees.” At least not at a rate of speed that he’d have been able to see anything but a furry blur.
Roux slapped herself hard, and he jumped.
“Well, there are definitely mosquitoes on this island. Do I need to worry about malaria?” she asked, slapping herself a second time.
“I hope not. I’ll go a little faster so the thirsty buggers can’t catch us. Hold on.”
Her arms tightened around his waist, and he decided his going fast with her was the best decision he’d ever made—and he wasn’t thinking about the speed of the ATV.
A few minutes later, he pulled to a halt under the beach house—between its sturdy stilts—and a motion sensor switched on the security lights.
“Oh my,” Roux said, peering up at the underside of the tiny cottage. “What a charming little house.”
He wasn’t sure how she could tell from this vantage, but it truly was cute and cozy. Painted blue with white trim, it had a nautical theme inside and out.
“This cottage was original to the island when Dare bought it,” Steve said, sliding off the ATV. “He added the landing strip and the ridiculously expensive mansion-type house at the base of the dick after he bought it.”
“It’s not a dick, it’s a spoon handle,” Roux corrected with a grin.
He sighed and shook his head. “You’re too sweet for your own good, Red.” But he was okay with that, because her nature drew out qualities in him that he’d forgotten he possessed, and she was wonderful to be around. He couldn’t imagine a single day in his future without her in it.
She slapped her neck. “Apparently the mosquitoes agree.”
“Let’s hurry inside before your sweetness attracts a swarm.”
Feeling unabashedly chivalrous, he scooped her off the quad and into his arms. He carried her to the open-backed wooden stairs that led to the deck that faced the ocean. The warm onshore breeze stirred her hair against his face and was a welcome relief after the cloying heat of the jungle. It was also an effective mosquito deterrent. Roux wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him, breathing deeply.
“I figured I’d have to get throwing-up-in-a-bucket drunk to experience this for myself,” she said.
He puzzled over her words until he remembered that he’d carried her friend Azura to their hotel room the night of the after-party. He also remembered having to jack off that night for the first time in years because Roux had left him with a raging hard-on and no desire to seek alternate pussy for relief. “No drinking required. I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go.”
“To the top of Mount Everest?”
“If that’s what you desire.”
She pressed a kiss to his neck. “This is all I desire. I was so jealous of Azura that night.”
“She puked in a bucket. Nothing to be jealous of there.”
Roux chuckled. “That’s true. She just realized yesterday that you were not a figment of her imagination and were present for her total disgrace. She was mortified.”
“I’ll have to tease her mercilessly the next time I see her,” he said.
“Only fair.”
He refused to let Roux know he was winded by the time they reached the top of the stairs. She wasn’t heavy; the stairs were especially steep. “I’ll have to set you down to open the door.”
“Kiss me first. I want this fantasy to be complete.”
He loved that she’d fantasized about him and wondered if she’d like to know how much he’d fantasized about her over the past two weeks or if she’d think his infatuation was creepy and a little desperate. He kissed her deeply, lips caressing hers, tongue seeking her taste. By the time they parted and he set her on her feet, he was breathing hard for an entirely different reason than carrying an adult woman up a flight of stairs. She watched him fumble with the lockbox that held the key, though he wasn’t sure why Dare kept the place locked. It was highly unlikely that anyone would rob the place. Then again, fans and paparazzi had been known to do some bizarre things to get close to the members of his band.
“Would you be totally scandalized if I spent the entire weekend in my underwear?” Roux asked. “This breeze feels fantastic.”
“If I have anything to say in the matter, you’ll be overdressed in your underwear.”
She glanced over her shoulder and caught her first sight of the ocean view. She gasped and raced to the railing to peer out at the water. A half-moon rose over the inky, shiny surface of the choppy ocean. Waves lapped at the shore along the pristine sand of the beach, which was peppered with large coconut trees and some sort of flowering shrub that perfumed the entire area.
“Oh!” she said, hopping up and down at the railing. “It’s gorgeous. Can we swim? Or are there sharks out there?”
“We can swim. The sharks stay farther out, around the reef.”
“There’s a reef? You didn’t mention a reef.”
He would have if he’d known she’d be so excited about it.
“It’s fairly small. Nothing like the Great Barrier Reef. You’ll probably be disappointed.” He finally fished the key out of the lockbox, but instead of unlocking the door, he pocketed the key and joined her at the railing.
“Have you actually been to the Great Barrier Reef?”
Her wide eyes caught the reflection of the moon, and he wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands off her even if she were covered in pig shit and thorns.
“I have.” He wrapped both arms around her and drew her heat close, rubbing her back as he wished for more light so he could examine her face without shadows. “Would you like to go snorkeling there?”
“It’s always been a dream of mine.” She grinned and shook her head. “I have so many dreams and so little means.”
“I’ve got the means, and I’d love to share your dreams, if you’ll let me.”
She lifted her hands to her face and pressed her fingers against her cheeks. “Are you trying to spoil me, Aimes?”
Nothing would make him happier. “You deserve to be spoiled. You’re wonderful.” I love you already. He swallowed as the sentiment ricocheted through his thoughts. She really would think he was creepy and stalkerish if he started blurting out love confessions this soon, so he savored the knowledge in his heart, allowing his affection to grow with each passing second.
“Being with you makes me happy.” She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face against his chest, snuggling into him. He cradled the back of her head and pressed her closer. He had so many things he wanted to say but could only muster one breathless word.
“Same.”
He’d fallen, and he hoped he never got up.
He held her for a long moment, too absorbed in the feel of her against him to even watch the waves or count the stars that glittered overhead.
“I do think we’re overdressed for this,” she murmured.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He peeled her shirt off over her head, and she helped him out of his. Both landed somewhere on the deck. He unhooked her bra, and she yanked it off before pressing up against him again. The warmth of her skin against his, the softness of her breasts, and the smooth texture of her back as he caressed her slowly made him crave more, yet he was in no hurry. They had all weekend, and after the European leg of the tour, they had a lifetime to get to know each other.
Her hands began to explore his back, and her lips caressed his chest with soft kisses. That, together with the onshore breeze, gave him goose bumps. A shiver raced down his spine.
“Have you ever been skinny-dipping?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” she said, and a pang of jealousy twisted his heart. He wished he could share every unique life experience with her, but that was just stupid. “But never in the ocean,” she continued, kissing her way up to his neck. He shivered again as she discovered one of his erogenous zones. “And never with a man.”
The moonlight lit her face as she gazed up at him. He couldn’t resist the allure of her slightly curved lips and leaned in to take the kiss he craved. His hands moved to the waist of her pants and eased them down over her hips. “I hope you weren’t planning on going to bed tonight.”
“We’ll get there eventually,” she said, unfastening his jeans. “But I wasn’t planning on sleeping in it.”
Naked, they hurried down the steps to the beach and dashed, hand in hand, toward the water. When the waves washed over Roux’s feet, she squealed, and he scooped her into his arms, giving her a twirl as the water sloshed against his calves.
“It’s warm,” she said, wrapping her arms securely around his neck. “I was expecting it to be cold.”
“In June?”
“I’m from New England. I thought all oceans were cold. Or at least cool. You can put me down.”
“In a minute.” He kissed her thoroughly as he waded deeper and deeper into the water. When the churning surface was about thigh high and he was sure there were no sharp shells or rocks to hurt Roux’s feet, he allowed her to slide down his body, partly because she felt so good against him, but also because he wanted her to become aware of how turned on he was by her.
“Wow,” she said, grinning up at him. “Is that a log of drift wood you’ve got there, or are you happy to see me, Aimes?”
His retort died on his tongue as she wrapped a hand around his shaft.
“Let me help you with this,” she said. She sank down into the water.
He groaned when she gently sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth and gave himself over to sensation. Waves lapped repetitively around his upper thighs, washing over his balls with just enough regularity to increase his anticipation. One of Roux’s hands stroked his length, the other caressed his ass, the breeze cool against the wetness she left on his skin. Strands of his hair tickled his neck and shoulders as they danced on the wind. But her mouth—Lord, her mouth—was delightful in every capacity. Whether she was singing, speaking, smiling, or sucking, he was completely enamored by that mouth of hers. He was torn between wanting to kiss her and encouraging her to suck harder so he could fill her mouth with his cum.
“Can I come in your mouth?” he asked, hoping she’d agree, but not cruel enough to do it without her permission. She was vegan after all, and he was all animal.
She nodded slightly, and he threw all restraint aside. His hands moved to her hair, wet fingers dripping water over the silky strands. He shifted his hips forward, eyelashes fluttering as her tongue caressed the underside of his dick and his head brushed the roof of her mouth. When he felt her throat tighten involuntarily, he retreated slowly and allowed her to regain her composure. He knew women who bragged about not having a gag reflex, but the sensation of it triggering around his cockhead never failed to undo him completely, and Roux’s gag reflex was particularly strong. He had to experience it again.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned as he thrust into her throat again, and was gifted once more with her throat constricting around his tip. His balls tightened. He was already close. So close. Being brought to his limit so quickly was a little embarrassing for a man known for his longevity, yet at the same time, it was glorious. Roux had done this to him. Roux. Her name echoed through his thoughts, making his heart pound. Roux.
He pulled his hips back and looked down at her face shining pale in the moonlight. Her eyes were closed, nostrils flared as she sucked air into her lungs through her nose. She had surrendered to his need, showing no signs of resistance. He almost felt bad for taking advantage of her generosity and thrusting into her throat again and again. Dear God, he’d found utopia.
When she couldn’t take anymore, her hand tightened around his shaft, and he groaned as his release caught him by surprise. She jerked back, her eyes opening wide as his cum wet the side of her mouth. Her eyes met his as she opened her mouth wide, stroking his length to accept his load as promised. The pleasure of his release was so intense, he had to struggle to keep his eyes open, but he doubted he’d ever witness anything more sexually gratifying in his life than Roux’s wondrous mouth filling with his cum.
And then she swallowed.
“Fuck,” he growled, bending to grab her by both arms and lift her out of the water. He pressed her length against his, her wet body cool against his heated chest as he wrapped one arm tightly around her back. He cradled the back of her head with his free hand, pressing her face against the rapid pulse in his throat. He was completely overcome with emotion—breaths coming in harsh rasps, eyes watery with tears—over a fucking blow job. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Did I do it right?” she asked, her tone uncertain.
He couldn’t help but laugh. “You were perfect. Are perfect.” I love you, sweetheart. You have no idea how much. He wished he had the guts to tell her now, but revealing the depth of his feelings would have to wait until after the tour ended and they were free to be together without reservation. But even if he couldn’t tell her, he could show her.
“It’s time to find the nearest bed,” he said.
“It’s a little early to go to sleep,” she said. “But it has been a long day.”
“You won’t be sleeping.” He slid a hand down to cup her supple ass. “You’ll be too busy coming to sleep.”
“Sounds great,” she said, “but can we eat first? That protein Slurpee reminded me that we haven’t had dinner.”
He chuckled and squeezed her butt. “Priorities, Red. The only thing I want to eat right now is you.”