Holiday Home (A Harem Fantasy #5)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Not Yet

W ith some difficulty, Anna swallowed everything he’d poured into her mouth. He’d definitely given her a lot to deal with, so she struggled with her first experience a little more than he might have intended. But if anything, that was her proof, wasn’t it? Proof that he’d thoroughly enjoyed what she’d done for him. To him.

That didn’t stop him from practically burying her in compliments. He didn’t hold back. He hadn’t a moment ago, so he didn’t now.

Anna blushed throughout but didn’t try to stem the flood of compliments. Quite the opposite, in fact, as she looked rather pleased with how things had gone. It was obvious that he wasn’t just buttering her up. She’d truly given him a wonderful experience, and they both reveled in that truth.

While drinking heavily from their water bottles, Anna eventually pressured him to offer some critiques. Overall, they were pretty lukewarm, just things that might amp the experience up a little more. Next time, she might consider pausing long enough to trade a few lurid sentences with him. Minor things like that. As a whole, he was completely satisfied. It had to be written all over his face.

“I’m glad it was good for you,” Anna said. “I also want you to feel good… like you make me feel.”

Liam grinned and leaned into her, kissing her neck and jawline. “If you lie down, I could tilt those odds back toward you.”

Anna’s pulse thudded against his lips. “I was thinking we could stay away from the others for a little longer.”

Grinning, Liam gently pushed Anna onto her back, positioning her where he’d laid a little while ago. He didn’t ask her to close her eyes. Instead, he let the attention of his fingers and mouth, working from her throat to her breasts to her pussy, make her shut them. Tightly. For a prolonged stretch of time. With her crying out over and over during most of it.

About half an hour later, two thoroughly satisfied lovers made their way back to the others. The three topless others, who all noticed but said nothing—even Avril only smiled coyly—as they returned. Once they were all together again, a far more typical beach experience followed.

Time on the beach, time in the ocean, time walking, lounging, swimming. Enjoying the waves as they lapped against their ankles, submerging themselves in the gleaming blue water, chatting merrily on their towels. All would occur, and Liam couldn’t find a single thing to complain about the many hours he spent on this secluded beach with four exquisite women.

In all the cosmos, vast as they’d looked last night, there was no place he’d rather be, no experience he’d trade this one for. This day shot up the rankings, approaching the best of them. When they lounged, when they got active, when they transitioned from one to the other. It was sublime. It was paradise.

“So, who’s getting buried up to their neck in the sand?” Avril eventually asked, revealing that she’d stowed away some mini-shovels—real ones, not the plastic kind—among the items she’d brought.

The other four members of the group all shared a single look.

Avril’s complaints were loud but harmless, as were the threats she hurled at them when they walked away from her. Buried up to the neck in sand beside their towels, she struggled to no avail as the rest of them walked into the ocean, where they were mostly incapable of hearing the vivid details of her promised acts of retribution.

After snapping a few pictures for posterity, they’d leave her like that for a good twenty minutes, though Tess and Anna had been kind enough to move one of their umbrellas over to protect her from the sun’s glaring rays. By now, it was beginning to get hot enough to stick a few pinpricks of sweat on their bodies, and Avril’s fair skin was likely to burn if she laid out in the way that Tess and Victoria had. So, while the rest of them went to cool off a little in the ocean, Avril would have to survive thanks to the umbrella shade.

When they returned and unburied her, it was a sight worth every possible bit of revenge Avril might seek. Coated from neck to heel in sand, the redheaded woman finally found a look that didn’t flatter her stunning figure. Even then, shaking off sand like a wet dog, doing her best to cover them while she did so, her curves remained unmistakable.

“No, Avril, stop it!” Anna cried, running from her best friend, who followed in her wake like a recently uncovered mummy, bits of sand flying intentionally in Anna’s direction.

They only began discussing going back once the sun had started dipping beyond the trees at their backs. After a full day of sun and fun, never once seeing anyone but themselves on their chosen beach line, the decision was made to head back to the resort. It was partly due to the elongating shadows of the trees, which had forced Tess and Victoria, both looking to keep tanning, to move their towels closer to the ocean. They couldn’t go much farther, or they’d start getting their toes tickled by the encroaching tide. It was partly due to the hunger beginning to gnaw at a few bellies. And, at least for Liam, it was partly due to his excitement to take a shower.

Mostly, actually. For him, it was mostly due to his excitement to get back to his bure, then finally see the shower hidden away on one side of its deck. That was why he didn’t mind when the suggestion of heading back came up. He was more than ready to head back to the resort.

So, after a complete day on the beach, more complete than any beachgoing day Liam could ever remember, they packed up their things, threw their clothes back on, and trekked back into the narrow strip of forest between them and the resort. Carrying one of their umbrellas and some towels, Liam walked beside Avril. The forest was dimmer, letting hardly any light pass through its bulwark of branches and leaves, so they walked at a slower pace, careful of anything that might sprain an ankle and put a damper on an otherwise phenomenal day.

And this is just the second day, Liam thought, taking in that understanding with almost breathless excitement. Tomorrow sounded like it’d be pretty busy, snorkeling and sightseeing. And maybe that tennis tournament. And, most importantly of all, his romantic dinner with Tess.

But first, he thought, eyes drifting toward tonight’s dinner partner. She’d long ago cleansed herself in the ocean, so there wasn’t any sand left on her body. But he had updated his profile picture of her to the best of the many pictures he’d taken while she was buried in the sand. He smiled. She noticed.

“Thinking about our date?” she correctly surmised.

“And looking forward to it quite a lot,” he said.

Avril smirked and bumped her shoulder against him. “Closer with every step. The ‘dessert,’ too.”

His nostrils flared with excitement. His libido had fully restored itself over the past many hours since Anna’s blowjob, so he expected he’d be good to go for the evening activities. Starting with Victoria, finishing with Avril. Just confirming that within his own mind began to rev him up.

“We’re dressing up for this, right?” he asked.

“Nope. All casual tonight, baby.”

Liam’s eyebrows knit together. “You changed your mind?”

“Yep,” Avril said, eyeing him knowingly. “I’ve decided to delay our romantic dinner date—and the romantic, sultry experience that follows—until the very final night of our vacation. If I’m not allowed to be first, then I get to be last. ‘Tis only fair.”

Liam glanced over his shoulder, finding Tess and Victoria chatting softly. The former must have mentioned their plans for tomorrow night, and Avril, of course, already knew they’d fucked yesterday. So, she would let Tess be the lead, but she’d be the finale.

“Does that mean I should prepare for another situation like at Carver’s?”

“Fuck no,” Avril snorted. “I’m getting laid tonight, no two ways about it. You just won’t have to strip off an expensive dress beforehand.”

Liam chuckled. “Well, who’d argue with that?”

“A crazy person,” Avril said, bumping him again. “That doesn’t mean I don’t expect to be thoroughly wined and dined, however. I still get you, alone, at the restaurant. Everyone else has already got their share.”

Nodding, not minding that he was being discussed like a pie being divvied up between hungry stomachs, Liam made more small talk with Avril. It wasn’t long before they shoved out of the forest, returning to the familiar sight of isolated bures and the pathways between them.

“Shower up,” Avril said, slapping him on his back. “I’ll see you at the restaurant in thirty.”

He wondered if she also knew about Victoria’s promise to him, though he didn’t think she did. If she had, he would have expected more than just a slap on the back—and maybe for him to give him a little more time than just thirty minutes.

Their group parted, and Liam and Victoria, the latter doing so without saying a word, headed for their bure. For a small tree with a shower head sticking out of it.