Chapter 15
Ace
I feel the heat on my face as I look up at the sky and then hear her. "Hey." I open my eyes and look over at the dock, where the stairs are as she stands there in . . . I can't even describe what she's wearing. All I know is there is a lot of skin showing, and her under boobs are sticking out. My cock rises with just one look at her. "How's the water?" she asks, and every single word I've ever learned is gone from my vocabulary, as my mouth opens and closes and nothing comes out right before I'm hit in the head with a wave.
My head comes out of the water as I choke from swallowing salt water. I look over and see her walking into the water. "It's so warm," she says, walking to me, and I suddenly wish there was an ice bath I could dunk myself into.
"I've never seen you in that bathing suit." The words just come out of my mouth, and I want to bite my tongue. My head gets really hot with the sun, and I think that maybe, just maybe, I'm having a heatstroke. I look up at the sun high in the sky when I hear a voice call over.
"Mr. and Mrs. Baker," the man says, coming over to the dock. "I brought you some drinks." He places the tray he is holding on top of the water and pushes it to us. "I will come back with more," he says, waving and turning around.
"Oh, look how cute this is," she says, grabbing the tray and moving it to the middle of us. "They have little names for every drink." There are eight drinks on the tray in short glasses. "This is sex on the beach." She picks up the first one and takes a sip. "Hmm, that tastes good." She looks at me. "Should we try each of them or finish one off after another?"
At this point, I don't think I should even touch the alcohol in front of me. My brain is getting all fogged up. "We should taste each one and then rate them," my mouth says while my brain yells it’s a bad idea.
She claps her hands. "That sounds like the best idea." The smile on her face is so bright. "I need glasses." She turns and walks back to the steps. If I thought the front was racy, I definitely was not expecting the back part of it. The bathing suit goes high up but barely covers her ass. It's not a thong, it's even sexier, and I close my eyes and try to count to ten. "Do you want yours?" she asks. I open my eyes, and all I can do is nod. She sways her hips as she walks back up the steps. "What the fuck is going on right now?" I pick up the sex on the beach drink and down it in three gulps.
I hear her walking back down the steps and see that her nipples are hard as she walks back into the water. "Here you go," she says, handing me my glasses, and I put them on so she doesn't see me ogle her. "You finished sex on the beach." She picks up her drink, and it takes her four gulps to finish hers. "There, we are even." She smiles at me, and I hate that I can't see her eyes with her glasses. "What are we trying next?" she asks. "Let's try this one." She picks up the green drink. "This is called skinny-dip." She giggles and hands me mine. We take a sip at the same time. "This is okay," she declares, scrunching up her nose. "It's too sweet."
"Same." I put the drink down, thinking it's not a good idea to put more alcohol in me.
"This is a French kiss," she reads, picking up the light pink drink. She tilts her head to the side, and it would take nothing for my head to bend and take the French kiss from her. She holds the drink up to her lips and takes a small sip, and she moans. "This is a good one," she says, finishing it all, and I take a sip and finish my own.
"That was good," I agree, and I pick up the last one. "That’s called a love affair," I say, handing her a glass and then taking my own. I hold up my glass. "To love affairs."
"I already love this drink," she claims, finishing her glass before she can even tell me if it's good or not. "Yum," she says, licking her lips. "Sun and alcohol, doesn't get better than that."
I nod at her. "So what was your plan for the week?" I ask as she holds out her hand for my drink. I hand it to her, and she takes a sip.
"I was planning on getting drunk and sleeping with the first person I saw." She laughs and throws her head back.
I stare at her. "It's a honeymoon resort," I gasp and try not to laugh, and she just shrugs.
"There has to be one person on this island who would fuck me," she says.
Sun and booze should never ever be mixed, especially when one is next to the hottest girl he's ever fucking met. Especially when his cock is hard as a rock. "There definitely is," I say or better yet my cock says it for me. Her head whips over to me, and she's about to say something. My heart speeds up, and I'm thinking about what I'm going to say that will make any of this make sense. I can hear words in my head, but I'm saved by the bell when we hear someone approaching.
"Mr. and Mrs. Baker, here are some more drinks and some snacks," another man says. She's about to say something, and I just hold up a hand. He puts the tray down. "I will be here if you need something."
"Oh, God," she says, finishing off the drink she had in her hand to call him back.
"It's not even worth it," I tell her. "What we can do is every time someone says Mr. or Mrs., we take a shot, and if they say it at the same time, it's double shot time."
"Yes, I love when we play drinking games," she announces, getting close to me, and I have to squat down in the water to make sure she doesn't see my boner because there are no words in the dictionary that can justify getting a hard-on for your best friend. "Remember that time we watched The Bachelor, and we drank every time someone said that they fell in love."
"Remember that time we watched 90 Day Fiancé, and the word green card came up?" I shake my head. "I think I passed out for two days." She throws her head back and laughs. "So seriously, did you guys not plan to do anything while you were here?"
"We have a private boat tour tomorrow," she says. "And a massage the day after. Then there was the parasailing."
"Did you plan all that?" I ask, knowing she probably would have planned the massage but not sure about the private boat tour.
"Sort of. I just left it up to the hotel," she says, turning in the water and grabbing a piece of fruit.
"Well, let’s make the best of it," I suggest, and she nods at me. We stay in the water so long we are both shriveled, and when she gets out, my body goes stiff again. Roberto is there waiting with towels for us.
"We will be having dinner at six," he says, handing me my towel. I grab it fast, wrapping it around my waist, hoping she doesn't see my cock hard again for her.
"That works," I reply. "Why don't you go take a shower first?" She grabs a piece of pineapple and walks into the house.
I close my eyes and put my hands on my hips. "You're a creep," I mumble to myself as I walk over to the daybed but stop when I see that our luggage is stored under the bed. I walk over to the closet and see our things hanging and open the first drawer, and all I see is string and lace and all of it white. "Jesus," I say, shutting it back right away.
I move over to the daybed and lie down, closing my eyes. I don't know how long I lie here until I hear her say, "Okay, you can have the bathroom.” She walks out wrapped in a white plush robe and her hair twisted in a towel.
"I'll leave the door open in case you need anything," I say, getting up and then only realizing what I said once I'm in the bathroom door. Why the fuck would I leave the door open if I'm naked in the shower? "Idiot," I say, looking over at the tub that sits in front of the window that shows you the ocean. I take a shower, and all I can do is smell her all around me. Her strawberry champagne body wash is so strong. I get out and wrap the towel around my waist and look up at the ceiling when it dawns on me that I have no clothes in the bathroom. I stick my head out, looking around, and when I don't see her anywhere, I walk out and go to the bedroom and then stop when I see her outside leaning against the railing. Her hair is down and blowing in the wind. Her long dress is also flowing in the breeze, and I rush to grab my things before she notices. She must see movement because she turns, and I stop midstep. "Forgot my stuff," I admit as she turns fully around with the sun setting behind her. Her black tube top leaves her shoulders bare and also falls just above her belly button. The long black dress that I thought she was wearing is actually pants, and when she takes a step forward, the whole front of it opens all the way to the top of her hips. Her face has a bit of red from the sun. "You look . . ." I say, pointing at her.
I'm about to say something else when there is a knock on the front door that is wide open, but my eyes never leave hers. "Mr. and Mrs. Baker," Roberto says, smiling. "Shall I come back?" he asks when he sees me in my towel.
"I'm just getting dressed," I mumble. Walking to the closet, I grab my things and go back into the bathroom. I slip on my black boxers and black shorts with a black-and-white button-down shirt. When I walk out, she's sitting on the couch drinking a shot.
"He called me Mrs. five times, so." She points down at the full shot glass. "You have some catching up to do." I walk up to the table and down the shots without looking at her.
We walk down the wooden board bridge, and all through supper, we keep doing shots and laughing. At one point, I think they called me Mrs. When she gets up from the table, she has to hold the edge, and then she sits back down, and her laughter fills the room. I hold out my hand for her. "Shall we, Mrs." I joke with her, and she puts her hand in mine as we walk out. Her fingers link with mine as we walk down the lit patch, zigzagging along the way, and at one point, we stop walking. "Is that?" I hold up my hand to make everything around me go quiet, but all you can hear is the sound of the water crashing on the rocks and then in the far distance moaning.
"Is that sex?" She tries to whisper, but it comes out louder than her regular voice, and she steps closer to me as she concentrates and listens. "Someone is getting it on tonight." She giggles as we continue walking.
When we walk into the room, we both stop when we see more decorations now. This time, it's all white roses scattered with white candles. "If they are going to do this every night, I don't know how I can stay here." I look around, and she walks over to the bedroom. "Also, if I never see anything white again . . ."
"Let's go watch the stars." She motions with her head, and she rolls her lips when she looks into the bedroom. "Because you definitely don't want to sleep on the bed."