Page 106 of Whispered Sins

“We make the best,” she quipped, jotting it down on her pad.

“Can you add a little extra rum?”

“Sure. I’ll even add an extra umbrella.” She winked before walking down the stretch of sand, taking orders on her way.

I watched as the men on their honeymoons looked at her, careful not to be caught by their wives who were lying on a beach chair next to them. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. Men were so predictable, myself included. At least, I used to be. Before Heart.

I lay back on the board and closed my eyes, letting the warm sun dry the saltwater against my skin. I wondered what Heart was doing now. It had been nearly a month since I had seen her last. It might as well have been a year for how long it felt. I just hoped she was okay.

A few minutes later, Colette brought over my pina colada. It had an extra umbrella, as promised, and an extra shot or two of rum. I took a sip and my eyes grew wide as the rum burned my throat. It was deliciously strong.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked, raising my brows.

“You asked for it,” she replied before slinking away and begging my eyes to follow.

I finished my drink and Colette returned with another one, without me asking. She was definitely trying to get me drunk. I smiled at the thought as I took a sip of my second drink. It felt good to have a woman’s attention. Even better to let the sweet taste of alcohol blur the pained edges of my memories with Heart.

After my second drink, I returned my surfboard to the activity shack, feeling the buzz of that cocktail running through my veins. I walked up the steps of the beach to the wooden pathway back to my room. My head felt fuzzy and my limbs loose. I was properly tipsy.

I held the keycard to the door and it clicked open. I stepped inside and lay face-down on the bed. The afternoon of sun and rum had me spent. I passed out quickly.

A few hours later, a knock at the door stirred me from my drunken slumber. I opened one eye and groggily rolled onto my side. Outside, the sun had just set and the sky was purple and sprinkled with a few stars. I had really conked out. I still felt a buzz from my drinks.

The knock at my door sounded again and I remembered that was what had woken me in the first place. I rolled off the bed.

“Coming,” I called.

I padded toward the door, assuming it was room service. They liked to come by some mornings or nights with complimentary fruit or chocolate. I opened the door to see it wasn’t room service. It was Kiera.

I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing things correctly.

“Kiera?” I asked.

“The one and only,” she said, as she put her hand high on the doorframe and leaned her body against it.

She wore a skimpy hot pink bikini. The bottoms hung low on her hips, held in place by thin strings, and the top was stretched across her voluminous breasts. It was pointless in trying not to look. My eyes were drawn up and down every inch of her long body.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

She stepped inside the room and the door closed behind her. “I’m here to make you feel better.”

“But how did you…”

“Brody.”

Of course my brother would do something like this. Send a little plaything to make me feel better.

“You do want to feel better, don’t you?” Kiera asked suggestively.

I watched as she reached up and untied the strings of her bikini top with one hand, letting it fall and her breasts spill out before me gloriously. They were tan and her pink nipples were erect and just inviting my mouth to taste them. Then her fingers pulled at the strings at her hips, the hot pink falling to the floor and leaving her slender body completely naked in front of me.

I swallowed hard as she moved her hands down her breasts to her stomach to between her legs. She began to move her fingertips against herself in slow, circular motions. Her eyes never leaving mine.

“Kiera,” I whispered, my throat scratchy.

She threw her head back and let out a pleasure-filled moan as she continued massaging between her legs, her fingers disappearing from view. I felt myself growing hard against my board shorts as I watched her play with herself. There was no denying Kiera’s beauty or her sex appeal. She knew exactly how to work a man.

Unable to deny her, I took a step toward her and placed my hands on her hips gruffly, digging my fingertips into her. Her skin was soft and warm. She brought her head up and looked me in the eyes before putting her mouth against mine. My mouth opened eagerly. I wanted to taste her. Her tongue lashed against mine desperately, as her hands wrapped around my neck. I pushed her toward the wall, pressing my body tightly against hers. The only thing between us was the thin material of my shorts.

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