Love on Ice (Manhattan Mavericks #1)

4. Harper

4

HARPER

M eeting a hot, young, hockey player as soon as I stepped onto the boat wasn’t what I was expecting. It’s such a shame he’s one of Issy’s clients and a family friend because the boy is fine. He looks so cute, thoroughly confused by the entire situation, but I can’t believe Issy sent the poor guy to the island.

I pull out my phone.

Harper: I just ran into your client.

Issy: Who? Wait. Aren’t you supposed to have left for the resort today?

Harper: And who else did you happen to send here?

Issy: Fuck.

Harper: We are on the boat together about to arrive at the resort. He has no idea about how anything works. He’s like a deer caught in headlights.

Issy: I explained it to him. Kind of. It was awkward. Is he freaking out?

Harper: No. I don’t think he can comprehend what he is about to see.

Issy: Shit. Now I feel bad. But he’s a guy, he’ll love it once the shock subsides.

Harper: When he gets to his room I’ll check in and see if he’s okay.

Issy: Thanks. Sorry I’ve put you in this awkward position. I thought he’d be okay. I mean, the boy was getting blow jobs in the VIP area of a club. A tropical island where he can go wild should be right up his alley.

Harper: I’m sure he’s going to be fine.

Issy: I can’t believe you two are together on the island.

Harper: Don’t worry I’m not going to sleep with him.

Issy: That’s not what I was implying.

Harper: Subconsciously, yeah, it was.

Issy: You’re both adults, but he’s like a little brother to me so it would be weird.

Harper: Babe. There are hundreds of other men on the island that I can have fun with.

Issy: I know. Thanks for looking out for him. Last thing I need is for him to get himself into any more trouble.

Harper: All good. Got to go.

Issy: Have fun.

Harper: Always do.

The boat starts to slow down, and I can see Felix squinting into the distance, trying to work out what the island is about. While he’s distracted, I let my eyes roam over him. The women on the island are going to lose their minds when they see him with his tanned, tattooed, muscular arms, scruffy square jaw, piercing hazel eyes, and dark bedhead hair. The boy is hot, I have eyes, and they appreciate the view, but I told Issy I wouldn’t touch him, and it was the truth. There are plenty of other gorgeous distractions that can entertain me.

“Welcome to Paradise,” the captain says as the boat stops. Felix holds out his hand for me to help me off. His very large, calloused hand, which would look good wrapped around another part of my body. Stop it.

“Thank you.” I nod at him as my feet touch the dock.

“So, what happens now?” he asks as those gorgeous hazel eyes land on me.

“See those two figures at the end of the dock, they will be our hosts. Each bungalow has a host, like a butler but spicy. They can arrange anything for you, and if they are wearing a black bracelet with a colored bracelet then you can have fun with them, too,” I explain, except I get a blank stare back from him. “You don’t know about the bracelets?” He shakes his head. Shit. “Everyone wears bracelets on the island and in the clubs. The hosts will give them to us when we arrive. You would have filled out your preferences on the application.”

“Issy did that.”

My eyes widen. “Does Issy know what you like in the bedroom?” The look of disgust on his face tells me that’s a no. “You can change it if what they give you is not what you want,” I reassure him. He looks relieved. “All staff wear a black band that indicates they work here, which you might need to know especially if they are naked.” Those hazel eyes widen. “There’s pink for if you’re into girls, blue for playing with boys, white for no intercourse but everything else is okay, red if you are happy for intercourse, yellow for playing with one person only, green if you are into enjoying multiples, purple if you don’t mind playing in public.” Which I give him a smirk at.

Felix shakes his head. “I don’t normally let puck bunnies blow me in clubs.”

“And orange if you would like your encounters to be behind closed doors. You will see staff around the resort that have just black, but some will have black with multiple colors and that is what those colors mean.”

“The staff, like, just stop working and fuck you?” he questions me.

“Yes.”

He stares at me in bewilderment for a couple of moments and then gives me a deliciously dirty smirk. “Think I’m going to like this place.”

“You’re going to have so much fun. But you must memorize the colors of the bands because the club and resort are very big on respecting people’s boundaries. All this can’t function if people don’t follow the rules. And the first and most important rule is respecting the bracelets. They help when striking up conversations with people. Also, the safe word is Paradise. Once that is uttered in a situation everything stops no matter what.”

“Am I going to need a safe word?” he asks.

“Depends on what you’re into,” I add. Felix nods. “They’re really the main rules. Also, in all food areas like restaurants and bars, you must wear clothing, everywhere else, it is optional. No one wants to see your balls at dinner.”

This makes Felix burst out laughing. “What happens if my balls look good.”

“I’m sure they do, but the only balls at dinner I want in my mouth is caviar, darling,” I say, giving him a wink. “This place operates like a normal resort except for the extra activities you may see around the place. You can play tennis, enjoy a cruise, bike ride around the island, spend all day doing nothing, or enjoy eating at all the restaurants. You can have as little or as much sexual activity as you want. Not everyone here comes to sleep with people, others come to watch or be watched or just play as a couple, oh and the spicy massages.”

“They massage with chilies?” he asks, looking horrified.

I giggle. “No, with a happy ending.”

“You can get those?”

“Um, yes and they are the best. Also, you can have more than one person working on you if you wish.” His eyes light up at that. “Wait till you get to your bungalow and find the tablet that lets you order all your fantasies to your door.”

A wide smile beams across his face. “I can’t believe a place like this exists. I’m going to have the best time.”

“You most certainly are.” We continue walking along the dock.

“Do you go to these places often?”

“Not to the resort but to the clubs, yeah, when I’m single. It’s easier than swiping on an app and much safer, too, if I need a fix.”

“And, um, are there like many of these clubs back in New York?” he asks.

“There’s one in the city. There are many around the world. There is a full list located on the tablet inside your room. I know the owner is launching a yacht series, too. I went to a bachelorette party in Monaco on one and it was so much fun.”

“You know the owner?” he asks.

I nod as I bite my bottom lip and point to myself. “I’m a silent partner,” I confess to him. Those hazel eyes flare with acknowledgment. “Due to my family’s name, my brother and I had to invest silently into our friend’s business.”

“Wow. That is …” he tilts his head and looks at me, “is that how Issy was able to get me in so quickly? Because she knows you.”

“I’m assuming she spoke to my brother as I didn’t know you were coming.” He nods. “Look, I want you to enjoy yourself, and I can see there’s a bit of tension in those shoulders there. You’re safe here to enjoy everything the resort has to offer. You don’t have to fear the paparazzi finding out. We keep a tight ship.”

“I don’t need another scandal. I’m already on thin ice with my new team,” he explains.

“My father is on the board, he’s a lifetime member or something. My family’s hotels are one of your team's sponsors.”

“Your surname is Rose?”

“Yep.”

“Guess I really did luck out running into you here.” He grins.

“Guess you did.” I smile back at him.

“Welcome to Paradise, Miss Rose and Mr. St. Pierre,” the tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed male host says in greeting. “I’m Dom and I’ll be your host, Miss Rose.” He smiles hungrily at me, my eyes flicking to the multiple bands on his wrist. Perfect.

“And I’m Sunny. I’ll be looking after you, Mr. St. Pierre,” the bubbly blonde with the pert breasts grins at Felix. He is going to have so much fun with her as I notice the layered bands on her wrists.

“Hi.” He grins, rubbing his neck in a nervous way, exposing his hard biceps.

“Are you ready to go, Miss Rose?” Dom asks me.

I look over at Felix to see if he is okay, but I notice his hesitation. “Give me a moment, Dom,” I say, turning to Felix. “You good?” I whisper to him. He looks over my shoulder at Sunny and gives her a smile before leaning into me.

“Look, I’m excited over all the sex stuff, but … I’m worried that I’m going to do something wrong and get kicked out,” he confesses.

“You’ll be fine. You have to be pretty bad to get kicked out.” But Felix doesn’t look so sure. I turn around to the hosts. “Hey, guys, are Felix and I anywhere near each other?” I ask them. The two hosts look at each other and shake their heads. “Is there a chance that our bungalows could be close to each other? We’re old friends, and we didn’t know the other was going to be at the resort. We’d love to catch up while we are here.”

“Of course, give us a moment, and we will sort it out,” Dom says as they both step away and work out our new arrangements.

“Thanks,” Felix says, looking relieved.

“I forget how overwhelming this world can be.”

“I’m kind of embarrassed that I’m um … I don’t know,” he explains.

Reaching out, my hand touches his hard arm. Wow, those biceps are like stone. “Look, I’ve got you. Consider me your guide to Paradise. Whatever you want to know? No matter how embarrassing you think it might be, you can ask me. No judgment between us,” I reassure him. “Are all hockey players’ arms like this?” I ask, getting distracted as my fingers dig into his biceps.

“Yeah.” He smirks as he flexes them for me.

My eyes widen with delight. “They are so hard.”

“You should see the rest of me.” He winks.

I tilt my head and look up at him. “See, now you’re getting the hang of this place.”

“Miss Rose, we’ve been able to organize your request. If you would like to follow us to the golf carts, we can take you to your bungalows. Your luggage will be on its way,” Dom explains. I nod and follow Dom into my golf cart and Felix follows Sunny to his. I take a seat in the front with Dom and eye the bands on his wrist. He has all the colors bar white, which is no sexual intercourse, it looks like Dom is up for anything anytime you like. He is perfect. “Miss Rose, do you need me to explain how the island works again?” he asks as we take off and travel from the beach to the jungle. This time I’m staying in the bungalows right on the beach instead of the overwater ones I stayed in last time.

“No, I’m good. Why don’t you tell me what services you have for offer instead,” I ask, looking over at him.

Dom smirks at my question as he keeps his eyes on the path. “People seem to enjoy my massages. I’ve been told I give a great wake-up call. But I’m happy to be of whatever service you desire,” he states, that voice dropping deeply as he says it. The rumble sends shockwaves over my skin making it tingle. I’m so jumping this man when we get to my room, I’m going to let him do anything he wants to me.

It doesn’t take us long to get to our bungalows. Dom helps me out of the golf cart. I look over at Felix and can still see the slight hesitation in his movements and a slight blush on his cheeks. “Give me a sec,” I tell Dom. He nods and walks toward my bungalow to get it ready for me. “Hey, how was the ride?” I call out to Felix. He meets me halfway between our bungalows.

“This place sounds insane. Sunny was explaining all the things I can do. I can’t believe this place exists.”

“It’s truly fantasy island come alive. Just wanted to see if you’re all good before I go and jump my host.” He raises his brows at me. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn to talk openly like that while being here. No point in beating around the bush when we are all here for the same thing,” I tell him. “I see Sunny is wearing colorful bands, you should enjoy her.”

“You think?”

“Do you find her attractive?” He nods. “Would you like to fuck her?” He hesitates but nods. “Then just do it. It’s her job to please you. And before your brain goes there, they are not prostitutes. They are just as into fucking you as they would be if they were at a club. The host says yes or no to the job before you arrive. The consent needs to be between both parties.” Felix’s shoulders relax. “How about we meet up for dinner at say …” I look down at my watch to check the time, “… seven, and you can fill me in on your day. Also, you don’t have to do anything either,” I remind him. “If you just want her to watch you jerk off, she’ll be fine with that. You want her to blow you, that’s fine, you need a massage with a happy ending, and then you want to order room service and watch sports all afternoon, that’s fine too. This is your vacation, do whatever you want.”

“Thanks. I hate feeling awkward,” he confesses. Aw. That’s cute.

“No need to be, I bet Sunny can’t wait to take you for a spin.” This makes him laugh. “Have fun. I’ll see you at seven.” He nods and walks into his bungalow, and I walk into mine.

“I set up a massage on the deck by the pool, thought after your long journey you might want to relax,” Dom suggests.

“That sounds like a great idea, I might grab a quick shower and meet you by the pool in five.” He nods. “Oh, with no clothes on, please,” I ask.

Dom grins. “Of course, Miss Rose. Whatever you desire.”

This tall drink of water is exactly what I need.

After the quickest shower in the history of showers and making sure all my bits smell good, I step out, wrap the silk robe around my naked body, and walk out toward the pool area. Dom has sprinkled rose petals into my plunge pool. I can see the turquoise of the ocean through the palm trees and hear the crashing of the waves. The tropical songs of the birds filter around me as they squawk through the canopy. This is my zen. No asshole ex-boyfriend pestering me to give him another chance. Even though I’ve blocked Josh everywhere, the idiot found my LinkedIn profile and contacted me via that. Nope. He wishes he knew about this place. I may have even brought him here if he had been able to keep his dick in his pants. Might have even considered sharing him if I knew I could trust him. Big mistake, buddy. Big mistake. Now I’m about to get ravaged by this gorgeous, naked man.

Dom turns around, and I almost swallow my tongue, his dick is huge. Long. Thick. Hard already. He might split me in two. There are worse ways to die.

I walk over to where the massage table is and stop in front of it.

“Allow me?” Dom asks, his blue eyes looking at my robe. I can already see my hard nipples pressing against the thin material. I nod, and he reaches out and unties my robe before pushing it off over my shoulders, letting it slide to the floor and pool around my feet. I’m naked and exposed in front of this gorgeous man, but I needn’t worry, those blue eyes flare with heat, and his dick grows even harder as he takes me in. “Beautiful,” he declares. This man is good for a woman’s confidence. He then waves his hand along the table, and I hop on, position my face in the hole, and lay my arms in the rests. He then slides my legs open and places them where he needs them. He must move away as I hear him roll the tray of oils that was beside the bed closer.

“Now this might be a little cold,” he states as I hear a squirt of liquid and then two hands slap together before they land on me. Thick fingers dig into my tight shoulders as a moan falls from my lips, he continues to work the knots in my neck, then in my shoulder blades. He gives me a proper massage for what feels like an eternity but was truly something I needed because I feel like a liquid puddle against the table. I hear the squirt of more liquid, and this time as he massages, his fingers touch the outside of my breasts as he glides past and they dig into my ass as he passes along it. Teasing me. Hands open me wide, then I hear him unclip the table, and my legs split wider which allows him to step between them easily. Yes, now the fun is about to start. Large hands slide up my thighs, moving toward my center before slipping between my folds, pulling a moan from my lips.

“You like that?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I moan again as those thick fingers glide against me.

“Good, I want to make you happy,” he says.

“Keep going and you will.” I groan as this time he slides over my aching clit. Yes.

“Don’t you worry, I won’t be stopping until you’re sated.” His deep voice rumbles. Yes. He continues to tease as I squirm on the table beneath him. “I’m going to need you to flip over for me,” he says, and before I have a chance, he has lifted me effortlessly off the table and onto my back. He then places a blindfold over my eyes, sending me back into darkness, and wraps a wrist strap around my hands, positioning them into place. Yes. He then opens my legs again and secures my ankles to the table, nice and wide. Now I am spread out for him to do whatever the hell he wants to do.

“You look so beautiful laid out before me, I don’t know where I want to start,” he says, pausing for a moment as I feel his gaze all over my skin. “Your cunt seems to be dripping wet, poor, needy thing, but she’s going to have to wait.” Dom does dirty talk, too.

I’m deceased.

Take me.

Ravage me.

Split me open with that monster dick right now.