It's almost like a dream being here on the Island. Making it even more like a dream, he's here beside me. To just be able to turn and see his tawny hair shining in the hot August sun, his bare chest bronzing easily in this sweltering heat, his hand lazily trailing along my thigh as we laid there, on the bow of his boat.
Thirty seven months, it's been since we met by chance. Thirty seven months of the occasional stolen weekend. Thirty seven months of divorce battles waged both privately and publicly. Thirty seven months. Soon, our relationship will be going public in a whirl of paparazzi and white flashes.
This Island vacation was a surprise for me. He'd never mentioned buying the boat but it's a beauty, sixty eight feet of luxury accommodations and a hidden staff of six.
The best part of him buying this boat? Getting the slip, two slips down the dock from The Dead Ex's brother and his cronies. I could hear the muffled questions, the obnoxiousness in all their voices and I could only grin. The "high maintenance" in their voices, the slurs they sneered as they strutted sluttily down the dock all made me think happy thoughts.
Here I am, beside this incredible man, hearing them snottily traipse along, knowing when they see me, especially beside him, all hell's going to break loose. I looked over at him, seeing his amber eyes sparkle with mischief, grinned.
"Are you planning on wearing this to dinner?" he asked sliding his finger along my shoulder string of my bikini.
"No, not unless you'd like me to."
"That frothy slip thing you've got hanging by the door?"
"Yes." I watched with a widening grin, as his eyes lit, as he shifted his body over me.
"I can't wait to get you out of it." He growled, kissing me soundly, pressing his hardness into me.
"Does that mean you'd like to skip dinner?" I asked, sliding my fingers into his thick hair.
"No. The reservations are for seven thirty. What I'd like, is to get you down in the cabin..."
"Hello?!!" We heard from the stern. I thought it may have been one of them. One of the crew met with whoever it was. Like the famously rich people did with unannounced intrusions.
He saw me grin when I recognized the voice. Laziness is the theme for this rendezvous and neither of us gave two shits about the plastic person at the dock whining. He led me to my feet and along the bow to the salon. Neither of us was expected to be here, which made our disguises even more realistic. Rich people on vacation amongst those who think they're rich.
His gentle tug made me snicker, as we bypassed the crew person dealing with whiny wanna be. This whole really, really rich thing is still really new to me. He's dealt with being famous for years. I'm still getting used to the idea if I want to go shopping for shoes, I can and nobody can tell me how many I can get. Money can change people in many ways, I'm learning.
He led me through the salon to the master cabin in the aft, nudging the door closed with his foot. Since we met up at the micro airport here on the Island last night, we've done little more than sleep, eat and fuck like raving maniacs. I mean, it has been three months since we've spent any time together.
His hands were making quick work of the cover up and bikini I'd had on, making them vanish. I couldn't resist him, every touch, every kiss, was a major enthrallment spell on me. This wanting, this ache, kept growing, almost overwhelming me with this need for him.
His skin was still hot from the mid afternoon sun, as my lips cruised over his chest. Growls, soft moans filled our cabin as he took possession of me. His fingers drove me up, higher, and higher still. My fingers clutched at him as he shifted, slid inside me, completed us.
I watched as he took me, watched his eyes fire, blaze with need, with lust as he ferociously pounded into me. I caught a glimpse of mischief, knew he would do his best to make me scream as I came, knew he'd do it just for "them" to hear, and grinned as I tried to keep my mouth shut.
His mouth trailed from my ear, along my throat, leaving warm, moist kisses in a path. His hands kneaded, caressed, even spanked in his attempt to make me scream. Rolling around like a couple of horny teenagers landed us on the floor, laughing and still fucking.
It seemed no matter how I tried not to, a long loud moan rode the wind as he rode me to that heavenly blissfulness. With my head up against the nightstand, and his warm body curling around the rest of me, I floated, peaceful and satisfied.
I have no idea how long we were wedged there but a discreet knock woke us from our doze. He slid his ragged cut-offs up his long, well-muscled legs, setting them on his hips, and answered the knock. It was his steward, relaying whatever the whiny wannabe wanted, and informing us of the time.
I managed to shower and dress while he took care of this business of letting them know just who's peace they were disturbing. Kian Mc Daniels was no one to bother unnecessarily or because you think he should be your friend, because you're "rich". I heard his voice across the dock as I dressed in the silken frothy sheath he'd picked up for me. I was arranging my long, deep auburn hair into a messy, rumpled style when he returned.
"Wow, you were right about them. The one with the plastic boobs came on to me with her old man standing right there. And the short plump one obviously doesn't think about much more than her next drink, or how to spend her husband's money." He said standing behind me as I did the spin for him.
I'd seen him turn into a wolf before, once, but this was instant. His arms yanked me close, his mouth took mine as he snuggled me into his body. "They knew me. And they were very curious about my 'lady friend'. I think you're going to enjoy this very much, my love." I felt something slither down my chest and looked down to see an emerald and diamond pendant hanging above my breasts. "It goes with the ring." He said softly, making my eyes fly to his.
He grinned, holding the open jeweler's box. Inside was my dream ring, multiplied by ten. A five and a half karat, solitaire cut emerald from the Atocha, set in a stunning ring of diamonds, nestled there.
He slid it onto my finger, asking what he already knew the answer for. I said yes. He knew I'd say yes, especially since he had the ring especially made. I knew this was just the beginning of our evening's festivities.
"Oh, I did let slip where we'll be having dinner, and I think we'll be having company, for a little while anyway." I snuggled up against his bare chest, breathing him in, salt, sun, man. "And if I don't grab a shower, we'll be late." He kissed me lightly and got busy.
I wandered up to the main salon, noticing the blinds half drawn, the lights down low. I grabbed a Coke from the fridge and watched the snobs scrabbling with each other. The Dead Ex's brother, Stretch and whatever that was with him were making it difficult for everybody, as usual.
I had to think hard to find the last time any of these people had seen me. Over three years had passed since The Ex had OD'd and I think I'd run into Prissy somewhere around town about a month after.
I'd only seen Stretch once since then, about a year ago and to see him now, the booze and pills were taking him over. My time for caring what happened to him was long over with but, I could see how much he'd changed. Just as he, and his hoity toitey pals, would see how much I'd changed.
