13. Felix
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FELIX
I love Paradise!
Harper was right, the grotto underneath the waterfall was wild. There were hot tubs everywhere, seating area’s cut into the rock. It didn’t take us long till we were getting into it. Harper had gone off with two men, and I had three women wanting to do bad things to me, and I sat back and enjoyed the feast. It was heaven. Then, once we had enough, Harper drove us back to our bungalows where we rested for the afternoon before we headed to dinner. We’ve taken to napping in the afternoons together, and I’m aiming for a sleepover tonight.
There’s a knock on my bungalow’s door, Harper went back to hers to get changed. I open it, and I don’t know why it surprises me, but Harper looks stunning, she’s dressed in an emerald-green slip dress with no makeup, her hair is pulled into a messy bun, and her skin is sun-kissed. She looks like a goddess.
“You look stunning,” I tell her, kissing her cheeks.
“You look pretty handsome yourself.” She looks me up and down. I’m just wearing some cream linen pants and a white linen shirt. “I bet you’re starving,” she teases.
“You know it.” I grin as I close the door behind us. “Shall we take the cart, or would you like to walk?”
“Walk. It’s a beautiful night,” she says, and I couldn’t agree more, the moon is like a bright silver ball in the sky, the tiki torches are lit around the resort, emphasizing the tropical feel, and the weird birds or animals are still making their nightly sounds.
“You know how I said I had that friend who could find information on people, legally,” I nod as we continue to walk along the sandy paths, “he got back to me today.” My stomach sinks.
“I’m guessing by how this conversation is starting that it’s not good news.”
“Well, depends on what side you are on,” she says. Yeah. This isn’t good.
“Say it.” Harper’s steps slow until she stops, I turn around once I notice she isn’t there beside me anymore. “What is it?” She gives me a pained look. “Stephen wasn’t the first guy she cheated on me with?” She shakes her head.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“What do you have to feel sorry for? She’s the one that fucked me over.” I’m surprised by the anger in my voice. “I need a minute,” I tell her as I run my hand through my hair and walk off. My legs keep walking until I’m at the beach. It’s deserted as the wind seems to have picked up, I can see flashes of lightening on the horizon. A storm is brewing. No shit. I take a seat on one of the sun loungers and hang my head.
“Felix?” Harper says my name so quietly, I almost don’t hear it over the wind.
“I … I …” I’m not sure what I’m trying to say as I stumble over my words and am unable to form a sentence. Harper sits beside me on the chair and wraps her arms around me.
“You don’t deserve any of this,” she says, and I can hear the steel in her voice. “Whatever you need from me, Felix, just say the word.” I look up into her blue eyes, which are shimmering with sadness for me.
“Thank you,” I say quietly. Harper hugs me tightly again, but this time, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to my side as we lay down watching the storm roll in. She curls up into my side as she lazily runs her fingers over my stomach. “What did you find out?” Now that the initial shock is over, I’m ready to hear it.
“Does it matter? She never deserved you,” she says quietly, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“I need closure, even if it hardens me in the process.”
“Please, don’t turn your back on love. There is the perfect woman out there for you. Who won’t treat you like shit. Who won’t cheat on you. That you will build a wonderful life together and live happily ever after with and that sorry excuse of a woman will get her karma,” she says angrily. I love how upset she is for me on my behalf.
“Maybe. One day. I’m going to put a pin in love for a while.”
“I get it,” she says, patting my stomach. “Urgh, I hate that I’m going to have to tell you this,” she says, squirming in my arms. “Stephen wasn’t the only person on your team who she slept with.”
Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. I sit up, surprised by this information. “Who?”
“Dave Crenshaw and Aleksandr Gusev.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I’m surprised that the guys I was closest with were fucking my girlfriend. Did they all take turns the three of them? How the fuck did she have time? “Dave’s married to her best friend, Rori.”
“She knows, they are swingers. Apparently, they have parties, and some of your teammates attend.”
“I never knew about any parties. Cynthia and Rori used to have girls’ nights but …” Realization dawns on me. “Once a month, she would have a regular girls’ night with Rori and her friends. She would post pictures of them in their sexy sleep wear …” Fuck. “I thought it was great because I’d call up Stephen, and we would hang out with some of the other guys.” Fuck.
“Stephen doesn’t know. He’s not a part of the group,” she tells me.
I run my hand through my hair and burst out laughing. “He doesn’t know?” She shakes her head. “Fuck, well if that isn’t karma at work.”
“It wasn’t just hockey players that were invited to the parties, there were celebrities and other athletes. People who are in the scene,” she explains.
“Why are they not here, where they can fuck anyone, not their fucking teammate’s girl behind his back?” I ask her.
“They aren’t members, and honestly, will never be members. I’ve put a blacklist on all their names,” she states.
“Thanks.”
“I’m a petty bitch,” she says, giving me a wink.
“You’re a fucking goddess that’s what you are,” I say, reaching over and kissing her. “You’ve really had my back. I won’t ever forget that.”
“It’s what I do for my friends.” She grins.
“I’m glad I found you then.”
“Me too.”
I stare at her, the wind is blowing the whisps of her hair and I try to push it back behind her ear. “I think I’m going to miss being around you twenty-four-seven when we get back to New York.”
“I’ve gotten used to being around you, too,” she agrees, nudging me.
“We still have that axe-throwing game,” I remind her.
“That’s right. Guess I better start working on my arm.” She grins, pretending to throw imaginary axes across the beach.
“I have an idea that might help with that wrist action.” I grin as I look down to my dick.
“Felix,” she groans while laughing. “Do you take Viagra or something?”
“I’m just a young stud,” I say as I show her my muscles.
“I do forget you’re so much younger than me.” Then she stills. “Am I a cougar?”
I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, a what? A cougar? Don’t you have to be old for that?”
Harper furiously starts typing into her phone. “No,” she screams.
“What?”
“I’m a puma.”
This is ridiculous. “A puma?”
“Yes, a woman under forty who likes younger men,” Harper reads out to me.
“Pumas are probably the sexiest of all big cats so I can see that,” I tease.
“You have a ranking of sexiest big cats?” she questions me.
“Um, don’t you.” I laugh. Her eyes narrow on me, realizing I’m messing with her. “Do you generally date younger men? I mean, we’re not dating, just fucking, so does that come under the puma umbrella or is that a kink?”
“I haven’t dated anyone younger than me. Typically, I go for older men as I thought they were more established and mature.”
“And how’s that working out for you?”
Harper gasps. “Not well. Oh my god. You are my gateway to younger men?”
“I’m not a drug, Harper. Even though I can be very addicting,” I say, giving her a wink.
“You think that’s where I’ve been going wrong?”
“I don’t think it has anything to do with the age of the men, probably the types of men. What is your type? I mean, I won’t accept anything less than six foot four, two hundred and twenty pounds, French-Canadian hockey player, with a big dick, tattoos, and muscles.”
“You are the complete opposite of my type.” She smirks. “I’ve been falling for Upper West Side trust fund guys, Wall Street dudes, or some wannabe struggling creative person, insert actor, musician, or artist in there.”
“You’ve never dated an athlete?”
She shakes her head. “I saw all my friends in college date athletes, and it always ended in heartbreak. Pretty much no different to what’s been happening to me now. Wow. I’m having an epiphany.”
“Yeah, and what is it?” I ask, curious.
“That I’m going to be alone forever,” she answers dramatically.
“No, you’re not. You just have shitty taste in men. How about this, next time you want to date someone, let me check him out, and I’ll be able to tell you if he’s an asshole or not,” I tell her.
“Good idea. You speak male. I bet you can see through the guy’s bullshit instantly.”
I nod. “And when I decide to date again, I’ll bring her around and you can help me decide if she's a gold digger or not.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She grins.
“Can we go and grab some dinner now? I’m starved,” I ask.
“Sure. Let’s go.”
“You’re awake. Good. I’m so excited,” she says, bouncing up and down beside the bed. “Get up, pee, grab a granola bar, and get back into bed,” she demands.
I scrub the sleep from my eyes. “What’s going on? Why are you so peppy this early in the morning?”
“It’s late, for once you slept in.”
“That was because of you.”
She waves her hand dismissing my words. “If you don’t do as I ask, you’re not going to get your treat.”
“I’m not a dog, or are we role-playing? Is that one of your kinks?” I ask her.
She shakes her head, looking horrified. “No, I’m not into pup play.”
I get out of bed and stretch. “What is going on?”
“Go pee, eat, then bed,” she demands.
“Please tell me this is going to end happily for me?” I question her.
“You are going to be so happy.” She smirks. Okay, whatever Harper has planned for me I’m going with it.
“Can I grab a quick shower first?” I ask.
“Yes, yes, of course.”
After freshening up, I come out and Harper hands me a granola bar. “You know I eat more than just this?”
“I know. I promise I will have a buffet ready for you when you’re finished. I just need you to have something.” Okay then, I bite into my bar and demolish it in five seconds.
“Are you going to fill me in on what you have planned?” I ask her.
“I wanted to cheer you up after I dropped the news about your ex last night.”
“You riding my dick last night cheered me up.” I grin at her as I grab an apple and bite into it.
“Aw. Thanks. I appreciate you thought that was enough, but I have bigger plans. You know how we were talking about my fantasy, and you said you would love to try something like that but with all women. And I said, it would be really hot if I could direct that fantasy?” I stop mid-bite into my apple. “Surprise. I’ve organized it. For like, now.”
“You organized it?” She nods. “For this morning?” She bounces up and down on the spot excitedly.
“Yes. Now, are you okay with that idea?” she asks.
“Hell, yeah I am.” Who wouldn’t be?
Harper looks relieved. “Good, are you okay being tied up and blindfolded?”
“Yeah. But no sticking anything up my ass. I’m not into that,” I warn her.
“Noted, no pegging. But is ass play okay?” she asks.
“Um … no one has ever done that before.”
“No fingers, no tongue?” I shake my head. Yeah, no woman has ever done that. “Oh. You’re going to love it. I mean, the men’s G-spot is in their ass so …” I’m not so sure, but I’m up for anything, as long as there are no objects I think I can handle that. “Remember I was telling you about the cuff points on the side of the bed,” she explains, walking around the bed and pointing out the hidden areas. Then she indicates to the hidden remote and shows me how the bed moves before pointing out another hidden component that comes out of the headboard, and it’s a bar. She talks about how you can be cuffed to the bar or the bed.
“The bar gives you more movement while the bed you are strapped down. What would you like?” she asks.
“The bar, I like the thought of being moved around.”
Harper smiles. “Thought you would. And are you okay with the blindfold?”
“Yes. You’ll be in the room, won’t you?” Harper nods. “Will you participate?”
“If you want me to.”
“I do. I want you riding my dick when I come,” I tell her.
Harper’s brows raise. “The first, second, or third time?” She grins.
“You think my dick is going to be able to handle that?” I ask because as much as I have faith in my cock, I am only human.
“There’s a supplement that lets you last longer if you want that?” she states.
“Like Viagra?”
“Yes, but natural.”
“Any side effects?” I ask.
“I can show you, but no because of the natural ingredients unless you’re allergic to them. It’s in your mini bar,” she states.
Wait, what? Harper grabs the bottle and hands it to me. I read over the label.
Horny Goat Weed.
Take three to four capsules ninety minutes before sexual activity.
I’ve heard of this before. I know what most of the supplements are and they are not on the restricted list for hockey. Maybe I should have some, I don’t want to blow my load early, and the poor girls must deal with a limp dick for however long they are here. The fun will be over far too soon, and I don’t want it to be.
“This seems fine,” I tell her. “I’ll take some now as it says ninety minutes before sexual activity.”
“You sure? I don’t know if you need it.”
“I think that’s the nicest compliment I’ve ever received.” I grin at her.
Harper rolls her eyes. “With the amount of sex the two of us have been having, your recovery time is impressive.”
“And the compliments keep coming.” I chuckle. “You don’t think I need it?”
“I’m going to torturously edge you to the point of no return.” She grins. Oh. A shiver slides down my back. “I think I’ve made you come enough that I know when it’s time.”
“Okay, then, I trust you, my sexy guide,” I say, handing her back the supplement bottle. “Now, I guess it’s time to tie me up and have your fun with me.”
“You’re going to have so much fun.” She winks.