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He lifted me off him, and I waited for him to turn pissy. But he didn’t. He merely laughed. “If this is how you’re gonna get your way in the future, I’d better watch out. I mean, springing shit on me after we’ve just fucked…”
My cheeks heated and I gulped. “Sorry. I kinda got carried away…”
“I love how you got carried away, sweetheart.” He pulled me in for a kiss. “Oops, think I’m about to get carried away again too.” He took my hand and placed it on his hardening dick. “Ready for round three?”
My pussy tingled, hearing his words. “I never thought this would be happening. I’m so happy I could cry.”
“Don’t cry, baby. Just lie back and enjoy yourself.”
And that’s exactly what I did.Chapter 26PierceI lay in my hammock, the sea breeze cooling me as I thought about the past week. The days had sped by…the mornings filled with activities, the afternoons spent chilling, and the nights during which Hayley and I made up for all that had gone before. Today was our last day on the island. My chest tightened with regret. This retreat had turned out to be such a safe haven. I wasn’t looking forward to our departure tomorrow, but I couldn’t hide out here forever. Couldn’t spend my time parasailing, jet skiing, scuba diving above the wrecks of World War II naval ships, and relaxing—letting the beauty, peace, and serenity of this special place wash over me—much as I’d have loved it.
“Should we get ready to go over to the lodge?” Hayley asked from the hammock next to mine.
I checked my watch and let out a groan. Tonight, our routine would be different than all the other nights. Tonight, Hayley and I were having dinner with the others before we played a few songs to the staff, to thank them for looking after us so well. “Yeah. We’d better get a move on,” I said.
I raked my eyes over her as she swung her lovely tanned legs to the floor. At least we’d still be living together back in LA…the house she’d inherited from her dad would remain empty until she decided what to do with it. I followed her to the bathroom, and we stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water wash away the salt from our afternoon swim. If there’d been time, I would have lifted her onto my ramrod shaft, but we were already going to be late…
After tying my hair back in a pony, I put on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt while she slipped a white cotton dress over her head. She braided her hair loosely and tugged it forward over one shoulder...it was too hot for her to leave it down. Later, I’d unplait her cinnamon tresses and spread them over the pillow to bury my face in the silkiness and inhale her scent. Merely thinking about it made me hard again. Every time we fucked, I wondered if we’d conceived a baby. The thought of having a daughter who looked like Hayley made my heart go into freefall.
I took her hand, and we strolled along the path toward the main building, the perfume of Jasmine flowers in the adjacent gardens wafting through the air.
She tilted her head to one side. “Will you perform your song tonight, honey?”
I’d played it for Axel when we’d hung out the other morning while Hayley and Phoenix were enjoying a yoga class. He’d listened, leaning forward with his hands folded in front of him, his gaze focused.
“That’s a fucking hit,” he’d said. “One for the next album if you’ll let us have it…”
There’d never been any question of me not assigning anything I wrote to the band. We always shared the credits for the work that Axel composed. But I never thought I’d come up with anything good enough. “Of course. Awesome,” I’d responded.
“And you’ll move out from your drum throne and take center stage?”
I’d shaken my head. “Not sure about that.”
Axel had let the matter drop. But knowing him like I did—he could be persistent—I had no doubts he’d press me on the subject again.
I put my arm around Hayley as we walked up the steps to the lodge. Everyone else had arrived before us and were enjoying cocktails. We ordered our preferred drink, a non-alcoholic version of Sex on the Beach, aptly named Cuddles on the Beach instead.
Did I miss alcohol? Kind of. I’d been a drunk for years. It was hard when others around me were drinking. I missed the self-confidence it gave me, the euphoria, and the excitement. But I didn’t miss the confusion and stupor that followed. Waking up not remembering anything about the night before. It had been a form of self-harming, I realized that now. I turned to Hayley and kissed her on the cheek. She’d saved me from myself, of that I was fucking certain.
