5. Good Trouble
5 GOOD TROUBLE
Cal
I found the resort’s main bar empty. I’d made it to this little bit of Hawaii without much fuss. It was a long trip, but worth it to stand up in a wedding for two dear friends, Sarah and Erik. Engaged for two years, they booked the entirety of the latest and greatest resort for a wedding that might make the history books. The dead bar confused me.
I sidled up and popped down.
“You in the wedding, sir?” The bartender asked.
“Yes. Where is everyone?”
“There was an incident with the arrival dinner floorplan. The bride’s mother lost it. They’ve pushed it back ninety minutes.”
“Damn,” I chuckled, “All dressed up and nowhere to go.”
“Good time to have a drink, sir. What can I get you?”
“What is good?”
“A Mai Tai usually does the trick around here.” He winked.
“Sure, of course. Let’s start there.”
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my emails. One came from the boss man just a couple of minutes before. David Delphine never stopped working.
The bartender fixed my cocktail. I scrolled more before typing a response to next year’s spring campaign proposals. Consumed with business and sipping my drink, I barely noticed the woman who’d arrived.
“Just anything. Anything with liquor.”
I spied Daphne wearing a swishy cocktail dress, her wavy blonde hair pinned atop her head. I tried not to stare because it would give me away. I hadn’t learned my lesson. I enjoyed her slightly grumpy look with a flare to her nostrils and sense of expediency.
“Are you alright, Daphne?” I asked.
She turned as if not noticing she was alone. “Cal, hi. Uh, it’s a long story.”
“Well, don’t be a stranger. Come, sit. I don’t bite.”
Daphne obliged, sitting on the stool by me. She flung her clutch onto the counter and groaned.
The bartender raised one eyebrow. “Should I make the lady a Mai Tai?”
“Yes, please,” I answered. “Put that on my tab.”
“You don’t?—”
“You obviously need a drink, Daphne,” I said.
She sighed. “If you ever see me again, Cal, remind me not to fly to Hawaii.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I thought we had fun?”
“It isn’t you,” she assured. “My mother swears I am a grave disappointment.”
“That, huh?”
“As predicted.”
We watched the waves. Rather, I watched Daphne watch the waves. She was content to take it all in—in contrast to her older brother, who never shut up or said anything wise.
The bartender sat a drink before Daphne.
She smiled. “Thank you.”
Daphne took a long swig and smiled. “That’s brilliant, thanks. I’m alone in paradise.”
“Keep them coming, please,” I said, delighted. “As long as it pleases the lady.”
“It does. I am giving up trying to control the future. This week, I have a get out of jail free card.”
Her fiery look suggested my hopes for a wedding rebound hookup could grow legs. She was less inhibited, a little brazen, and single.
“So, did you know they pushed the party back?” I asked.
“Dad told me,” Daphne answered. “After he announced they signed the paperwork.”
“Amazing,” I said. “You did great, Daph.”
“If only Mum understood,” Daphne said. “Instead of a ‘congrats, well done!’ I get commentary about my hair.”
“What about your hair?” I asked.
“I am not allowed to let it be down. Like me, it’s too wild today.”
“I like wild,” I said, unable to miss the opportunity.
Daphne tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, now aware I was flirting.
“Anyone devaluating you because of your hair is stupid.”
She shook her head. “Says the man whose mother made her fortune on cosmetics.”
I chuckled. “Damn, Daph, slow down. If you’re going to hand me my ass, at least buy me dinner first.”
She bit her lip, thinking what to say. I hung on her every word, just waiting to see if she’d take the bait. A guest we didn’t know entered and changed the conversation.
“Oh, shit!” She slapped her hand on the barter.
“What?”
“We didn’t say cheers, Cal!”
“You’re fun, Daph, like this, I mean. I am enjoying this version of you.”
“Well, I may have had some whiskey upstairs.” Daphne said.
Fuck . Staring at her little heart-shaped face in anticipation pained me. I found the strong urge to haul her upstairs and do terrible things. Only the worries about the fallout from another miscalculation restrained me. Apart from that, I was dumb, wanting to use a precious gift of time plus opportunity to worship every inch of my boss’s daughter.
I wrapped my arm around the back of her chair and whispered, “I may have had a bit with lunch. We’re in paradise. Why not?”
She shook her head, doubting me. “Are you not worried about all of this? The risk?—”
I leaned in and whispered, “Daph, the stakes are even higher than before, but we’re here alone right now. We get a chance to live it up, right?”
She flustered, playing with her hair. “Maybe you can live it up down here, but I am in Bridal Hell.”
“I think we both get a pass, Daphne.”
Daphne continued to deflect. “Sarah’s mom went totally apeshit about the seating charts for the rehearsal dinner. I’m all caught up there, and there are too many people. So, even if I want to enjoy a moment looking at the ocean, I cannot.”
It was a gift! I had one last comeback and it was my strongest yet.
“I have a great room, though. You’re welcome to crash there anytime.”
Daphne torturously sipped her drink.
She grinned mischievously. “Maybe I’ll let you show me around after I finish this drink?”
“What’s paradise if not the best place to misbehave?”
Her cheeks flushed, but she squeezed my knee, confirming something was about to happen.
I had never wanted Daphne to drink something faster in my life. She slammed it like a good soldier and set the tumbler down definitively. The bartender quietly slid the check my way before I asked.
Check signed, I followed her obediently to the elevator, then picked the button to my tenth-floor room. I’d booked a suite with a sea view, massive shower, and great big bed I hoped was about to get some action. She followed me to my room, still silent, and walked in the room ahead of me. I marveled at how good her ass looked in this dress.
“So, where’s the tour?” Daphne asked. “Are you going to show me?”
“I promised the lady a tour and a tour she will get,” I chuckled. “This is the entry. That’s the bathroom. And that’s the bed.”
“You want to build an empire with a boutique real estate portfolio and that’s the pitch you give me, Cal?”
She had her father’s way of making something critical seem humorous.
“How did you?—”
“Remember, Dad talks about you all the time—in a way that annoys the shit out of my brothers—so I have heard about what your actual dreams are, Cal Markham. And I gotta hand it to you, you’re going to really anger your mom when you make that work for you.”
Her gaze lingered too long. Then, she turned on a dime and strode out to the balcony. The urge to unravel her overcame me. I shouldn’t want this.
I said, “Maybe, maybe not. But I’m a grown man and make my own choices. I avoided a real tour for two reasons. One, the view sells it better than I could. Two, we both know that’s not what we’re here for, princess.”
Daphne turned. “Cal, what are you on about? You’ll never get anywhere with me.”
“Then why are we standing here?” I asked.
“Why would you even bother?”
“Because I find your lack of togetherness delightful, and I’d be dumb to turn you down.”
Daphne approached slowly. “If my father finds out you fucked me, you know you’re toast, right?”
Standing before me now, I smiled down at her. I pulled her chin towards mine. “Then, it’s good both of us can keep a secret, right?”
* * *
Daphne
Cal’s deep brown eyes burned into mine. Gorgeous and with a jaw that could cut glass, I couldn’t look away. Slowly, Cal bent down, softly and slowly pressing his lips to mine. Palms sweaty and heart racing, I kissed him back. He ran his hands through my hair, kissing me deeper, but I bit his lip and pulled back.
“You want me? Then, do more.”
The words rolled out, but I was clueless as to where they came from. I’d only done this with Chandler and never spoke like that to him.
Cal’s eyes widened.
“I… uh… just…” I stammered, suddenly embarrassed by my own demands.
Unphased, Cal kissed my neck and gripped my ass. He pulled me closer until his erection ground against my midsection.
“How should I have you, Daphne?”
Cal ran his hand to my front and down to my thigh, slowly pulling my dress up so he could explore the part of me wet and ready for whatever I should run from.
“You’re not wearing panties, Daphne,” Cal said.
“I had few ways to protest. This was one I could agree to,” I said. “Makes your job easier?”
“It’s not about easy or hard, Daphne. It’s about getting you off and having you scream my name.”
His hot breath hung on my lips while his fingers tickled around my upper thighs, missing my pussy by only a hair. He tortured me. I wanted it, but not out here. It was too dangerous.
Lips brushing his, I said, “Not here It’s too risky.”
“Tell me where you want me, princess,” Cal growled. “I’ll let you take full advantage of me.”
Fuck!
“I… I don’t usually do this,” I said.
“To be honest, Daphne, I never do this either. I’m not much for a one-night stand,” Cal admitted, pulling me back into the room.
It surprised me. “Why me?”
“I shouldn’t want you, Daph. I should run, but you in this dress coming apart like this, I cannot resist you. What can I do for you?”
“I… I dunno.”
“You don’t know what to ask for?” Cal slowly rolled his thumb along my jaw.
“I never… just bark orders.”
“Now’s your chance. I want to give you anything you want.” As Cal kissed me again, his deference sent shivers down my spine.
“I want to be on top,” I said. “Take your pants off.”
I couldn’t get off in missionary—at least I never had.
“Alright, princess.”
Cal kicked his shoes off, then stripped down to his boxers. I couldn’t look away.
I grinned, realizing the power I held. “Get naked.”
“Will you do the same, Daphne?”
“No,” I said. “Getting back into this dress will be a nightmare. Take me like this, or leave me.”
He complied, standing naked before me. I couldn’t help but enjoy this. Cal was mine to command. I was in charge of this fit man with a particularly impressive cock.
“Get in bed, Cal.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled.
Chucking my heels across the room, I climbed into bed. By this point, Cal was rolling a condom over his very swollen cock. He approached, falling into bed next to me. I bent down to kiss him—controlling every aspect of the moment. This time, he kissed me back, hard—strong, longing, and like he could devour me. As I pulled away, the hunger in Cal’s eyes sent a shiver down my spine.
Silently, I climbed astride his strong body and lowered myself onto his hard, long cock. As he filled every inch of me, I let out a loud moan and dug my nails into his abs.
“You like that, princess?”
“Uh-huh. It feels so good,” I said.
“You’re very wet, Daphne. I did all that? With nothing but a kiss.”
“You have a dirty mouth,” I said. “No one gets to talk like that to me.”
“And yet… I did. And you liked it.”
I craved, feeling high as I ground my pelvis against his. I bit my lip as I panted. I felt flushed—not just from the booze. Cal gripped my ass tight, watching me come alive. He bathed in the vision of me unravelling, looking superior. He knew he was good. He didn’t have to ask if I was close. Instead, he took charge, plowing into me from below and picking me up like a toy—bobbing me until I completely lost myself.
“Scream my name, princess.”
“Oh, fuck, Cal!” I screamed. “God, don’t stop!”
He didn’t. Harder and harder, our bodies met until I came in the most wonderful way. I saw stars. My eyes rolled into my head. I lost my mind, squealing and gripping onto his hips for support. When I came back to the surface, I looked down to see a crooked, satisfied grin on Cal’s face. I didn’t want to let on that he’d just given me one of the best orgasms in my life.
“Was it good?” Cal asked.
“It was…” I panted, “so good.”
“You want more?”
I nodded, unable to speak. I continued to grind against him, but suddenly wanted him to take me from behind. I knew he’d be rough with me—something I didn’t even know I liked until now—if I asked him.
“Fuck me from behind, Cal.”
Cal slapped my ass hard. “As you wish, Daphne. You give the orders.”
He wanted to please me. He wanted whatever I wanted.
“Face the mirror,” Cal repositioned my hips as I bent before him. “I want to watch you cum again. You’re so beautiful when you lose yourself.”
I was nervous for a moment, but I strangely trusted him. We faced the mirror attached to the wardrobe Cal left ajar. He’d hung his tux and left it open, thankfully. I watched him press his cock gently inside me—all from this new angle—and settle his hands on my hips before plowing into me.
“Your pussy feels so good, Daphne. It’s so tight.”
“It’s so wet. You just sent me to another planet, Cal,” I moaned. “Do it again.”
I loved watching him watch me in the mirror. Gazing at his strong, bare chest as he pumped thrilled me. I admired the pleasure I gave him at that moment. He got to own me—all to please me. While it felt good, the sight of us in this base, desperate way brought me over the edge. I threw my head back, screaming again as I pulsed around his cock.
“Oh, Cal, fuck!” I cried.
“Cum for me, princess,” Cal growled, digging his hands in my hips.
As he sped up, slamming into me harder, I thought my breasts might hit my chin. Yet, I didn’t care. I was so spent and my needs so well met, I could only wait for him to reach the end. I wanted to watch him cum, too. He did so a moment later, staring at me in the mirror. He slammed into me, holding on for stability. For a quiet moment, I appreciated where I’d brought him. His nostrils flared and his chest flushed. Cal slowly pulled my hips back as he sat behind me, sliding out slowly, savoring me.
He gave my ass a hard swat. “You are no lady, Miss Delphine, but I’d have it no other way.”