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“Fuck, baby, stop. I want to come in your pussy.”
But Peyton has her own idea. She works my cock up and down, making the sexiest sounds as she does. My eyes threaten to roll back into my head, but I force myself to watch her. I want this memory seared into my mind forever.
My orgasm hits me with such force I empty my load into her with a cry of pleasure. Stars dance before my eyes as ribbons of my thick cream empty down Peyton’s sweet throat.
I open my eyes to find her smugly staring up at me and licking her lips. “I love the taste of your cream.” Her voice is low and throaty as she licks at my crown, catching the last few drops from falling.
“As much as I love seeing you on your knees,” I say, pulling her into my arms. “Come here, baby girl.”
Peyton quickly wraps her arms around me. I rest my cheek on the top of her head. Her combination of sweet and sexy is potent. My ultimate weakness is no longer the sweet treat baking in the oven. No. It's her. My weakness is her and she might ruin us all.
Even after that life-changing blow job, my cock is still hard. Fuck! This is what this woman does to me. It is like also being in her vicinity makes me ready to pound into her. The more we fuck, the more I want her. She is a drug that I want in my system all the time.
But she is holding back from me. There isn’t anything specific I can put my finger on, but I’m good at reading people. It’s in the way she won’t hold my gaze too long. And the way her eyes look haunted when she stares out at sea. Peyton covers it well, but something deep roils within her.
And I am going to find out what it is.
She doesn’t know it, but I’ve kept a pretty close eye on her as part of being here caring for my daughter. Knowing Peyton is Oliver’s sister got her in the door, but I’ve hired people to check for drug habits and other nasty stuff in her life.
Except for a small-time hustler boyfriend, Peyton came up clean.
There is something there, though. I can tell.
How? Because I have a few skeletons in my closet too and I know the signs.
My parents may have died in an accident, but it was because their getaway plane crashed in dense fog. They were skilled jewel thieves at a time when laying low in the Bahamas with stolen merchandise was a good idea. Most people don’t pick to live in the Bahamas when there are more convenient places closer to home. Vacation, sure, but if you don’t bring it, this island doesn’t have it. Given the glam life my mother loved, this place didn’t offer the lifestyle she craved.
What the island did offer was sanctuary and neighbors with similar backgrounds looking for a safe haven. Back in my parents’ day anyway.
I’ve always been suspicious by nature with a history like that. I’ve even started out following in the family biz, but I realize technology has changed the stolen merch market. Being in a rock band is appealingly straightforward compared to the possibility of prison. It wasn’t hard to give it up.
Whatever Peyton is hiding, I will find out. Her nature is to share her emotions. The relief she shows when she can be who she is with me assures me of that. It is just a matter of time. She will come to trust me with more than just her body, I’ll make sure of it.
By midafternoon, the sun breaks through the clouds, and last night’s rain is only a memory. The island’s lush greenery is full of birdsong. This place is paradise. My heart is content to be sharing it and my bed with Peyton.
I am less thrilled that we are leaving the house for the evening. It isn’t because I want to, but rather I’ve agreed to perform at the private charity event on the island weeks before arriving. And I am taking Peyton as my guest. I tell myself it is the right thing to do by showing her around the island. But that isn’t the real reason. Deep down, I want to make it clear to everyone she is mine. I try to not think about it too much, though as it only complicates things. Still, I am a selfish bastard who wants what I want.
One of the many things I love about this island is that usually, it is blissfully free of social obligations. Tonight’s Smuggler's Bay Annual Charity Bash is hosted by Jamie and Thomas Luther.
Back in the day, they were friends with my parents, which makes them potential thieves in my book. I question every single connection that leads to my past where my parents are concerned. But I can’t say no to a charity event to help the island children, so here we are.
It is late afternoon when Peyton walks into the living room wearing a short pink dress with white lace. I’ve left her alone to get ready, but I am getting antsy for her presence. I realize I should’ve been careful about what I wish for.
The flirty hem hits midthigh and shows off her shapely legs. Her delicate shoulders are bare but for the graceful sweeps of hair that have fallen from an elegant braid she worked her hair into. I’m dying to know the flavor of gloss she’s wearing on her lips so I cross to her and lean in pressing a tender kiss at the corner of her lips.
Strawberry. Fuck. My cock jerks away.
“Let’s stay in tonight,” I say, unable to take my eyes off her. “I can cancel it. I’ll just donate a nice hefty sum to cover everything. Hell, we can go down to the orphanage tomorrow and take the kids everything they’ll need for school this fall.”
Her face lights up with a smile, and she bites her lower lip. “We should do that anyway.”
“Consider it a date then.”
She sighs a pretty little sound that has me thinking I’ve won.
“You can’t though. Cancel I mean. Everyone is looking forward to seeing you. Unless it’s my dress you don’t like?”
“It’s not the dress. I’m going to spend the night with a hard-on thanks to your body and hours of thinking about how best to make you scream for me once we’re back home.”
