Chapter 17 JOVI
JOVI
HELICOPTERS, HARD-ONS AND HUMILIATION
If I had known I’d end up stuck on an island with three ridiculously gorgeous, tattooed men, two being my old crushes, the other, the father of my ex-boyfriend, I would have planned a vacation sooner.
And if I knew I’d catch myself falling for all three of them, I’d probably have myself admitted because love, I’m talking real, toe-curling, can’t live without them love, is a first for me.
These past two weeks have been wild, to say the least. Crazy wrapped in deliciously hot tension and way too much adrenaline, which is the opposite of my everyday normal life.
I came here telling myself I’d live in the moment, say yes instead of no, be spontaneous for myself for the right reasons, not because a guy had told me to.
But I didn’t plan on my heart skipping a beat whenever they were near me.
Yes, I had a crush on Haze and Beau back in high school, I mean, who didn’t?
But life happened. We grew up. And yet, seeing them again, sharing this time with them has only caused those old feelings to not just reignite, but completely explode, and I know I will never be the same.
And then there’s West. The big, broody man who swore to me and to himself that he wouldn’t cross the line with me, finally did so last night.
And now, I don’t just think, I know I can’t go back to the way things were before coming here.
Not only am I fifty thousand dollars richer, money I haven’t even begun to wrap my head around yet, but I’m also so fucking hung up on them.
I don’t even want to think about how Theo is going to react when he finds out, assuming West still feels the same way he did this morning when we spoke. I mean, I know he does. Still, this shit with Theo… it could get messy.
The guys spent most of the day with the residents of the island, helping them as much as they could with cleaning up after what we’ve now learned was in fact a hurricane, which apparently is super early for around here this time of year.
Half of the island is basically rubble, and only the strong, stubborn structures survived.
Haze and West have already started fixing part of the dock that got shredded in the winds last night, which I offered to help with, but they wouldn’t let me lift a finger.
Beau has helped out in their kitchens, cooking and preparing drinks for everyone, and setting everything back up that was strewn about to make it as easy as possible for the staff.
That way, they could focus on their own homes and damages to any of their personal belongings.
I almost forgot I even had a phone, as I haven’t been able to use it since I boarded the cruise, so there is literally no way for me to contact home to reassure them that everything here is fine.
Just in case they heard reports of the weather and are freaking out—which is totally on brand.
A wonderful woman was able to contact the main islands and arrange for a boat to swing by and pick us up the day after tomorrow, but I assured them we were fine.
They had other pressing matters to attend to first. The window that was smashed downstairs has been boarded up, and the furniture is back in place, staged into its original setting.
The guys wouldn’t let me help, so I snuck away for most of the day when they weren't looking to assist whoever I could with whatever they’d let me.
Laundry, cleaning up their gardens. Debris that had destroyed what was once beautiful walkways.
Not to mention the beach doesn’t even come close to looking the same, but with time and a lot of hard work, it will.
I watch as Beau, Haze, and West walk into the living room where I'm currently sitting. Towels hang low around their hips, and damn, they look like they just stepped out of a magazine. My throat goes dry, and I almost choke on my saliva as I try to process how anyone could look this good after the day they’ve had.
They sink down beside me on the couch, skin still gleaming from their shower, catching the late afternoon sun that's finally peeking through the clouds like molten gold and fire. Every inch of them seems sculpted, and it’s so completely unfair if you ask me.
Haze leans in and gently grips my hips, guiding me onto his lap.
My heart immediately flip-flops, because it always does whenever he’s close to me.
His deep green eyes lock onto mine, so fucking intense, it’s like he's claiming me every time he looks at me.
I smile, watching the water droplets drip down his body from his wet, messy hair, clinging to parts of his forehead.
His beard is a little longer than when we first arrived here, making him look even more rough and rugged than he already does, and it only makes my mind think of things that would make your granny clutch her perfect pearls.
“I’ve thought about you all day,” he groans, leaning back and resting his head against the back of the couch.
He’s tired, and I love how sweet and innocent he sounds because it's rare. This man is the total opposite of innocent. It's like I can still feel him inside me. Still feel his fingers deep inside my ass while fucking my already occupied pussy. A first for me, but I’ll be damned if it’s the last because that was incredible.
I really did go from zero to one hundred in the sex department, but hey, I'm not complaining.
“Oh yeah? What were we doing in these thoughts of yours?” I reply, my voice soft and teasing.
He must know exactly what I’m thinking because he rolls his bottom lip in between his teeth, looking up at me with the same heated expression that started all of this.
He squeezes my ass cheeks, pulling me until I'm grinding against his growing erection. I bite the inside of my cheek because I can't help but want them again. Will there ever be a time I don’t? Probably not. I’ve accepted the fact that I’ll never get over the three of them.
The only thing that matters to me right now is them and making this work between us, and I bask in their masculine proximity like a cock-starved woman begging for a hint of their attention. What can I say? I got greedy.
The sunset peeking through the windows makes them look even more ethereal.
And I don’t think that even the most righteous saint could say no to the depravity these men have to offer.
I mean, look at them. Beau rises from the couch and steps into the space behind me.
The warmth radiating off his body washes over me like a tidal wave as his hands slide under my arms, and lifts my tank top over my head.
He tosses it to the floor and I shake my head.
Beau is unbelievably confident in bed. That's no secret in these parts. And the way West and Haze are with him, so in sync and loving, it’s nothing short of mesmerizing.
“I don’t want you wearing clothes anymore,” Beau murmurs, his voice hoarse from a day of talking and working all day in the horrible humidity. Their attention on me right now makes me feel like I’m about to combust as they wait for my response.
“Oh yeah? What am I supposed to wear then?” I ask, even though I know exactly where he’s going with this.
“Absolutely nothing.” Just as I thought.
“Okay, I can get behind that, but only if you’re naked too,” I say, turning around quickly and ripping the towel away from around his hips.
He doesn't have a second to react and I pause. His cock is already hard, bobbing in my face, ready to be sucked. Beau has a good looking cock. Long and thick… My God, I’ve never thought these kinds of thoughts before in my life, but that’s just how I am around them.
It’s like they’ve awakened some sort of slutty little she-beast inside me, and now there’s no containing her.
“Like what you see, Babydoll?” Beau says, looking down at me pointedly, and I stiffen.
I’ve been caught ogling his dick. Oops. I fix my gaze back on his eyes and ignore the way my cheeks heat.
I swallow, and the sly smile that spreads across Beau’s face gives me pause because that can only mean he's in a playful mood. “Why don’t you give me one of those famous handjobs West has been raving about?” Haze chuckles at Beau and believe it or not, so does West. I glance over at him wearing what I hope resembles a scowl, to see that West is already staring back at me in amusement.
He might look content right now, but I don't miss the million and one things racing through his mind. I figure that he needs a distraction. To put at least some of his mind at ease, because I don’t want him overthinking us.
I know he's worried about how this is going to go. Not with us, we’ve already talked about our wants and needs when it comes to leaving the island.
But all that could change in a blink of an eye.
He hasn't said as much, but I just know.
“What do you say, Daddy?” I tease, laying it on thick, but desperate is what I'm going for. “Want to show them how this all started?” This is a test for him. It might not seem like it, but a lot more happened that night than just an accidental handjob. It was the last night his son spoke to him. He just needs to figure out what part he wants to cling to. It’s still our story.
It’s not a perfect one, but it’s ours. I study his face, searching for signs he might not want to do this, but all I see is pure lust-driven need as his eyes bounce from my tits, to Beau’s erect dick, still bobbing on my left.
West nods slightly, the corner of his mouth tipping up and I inwardly sigh with relief.
He stands up, and I’m immediately met with his large bulge straining against the towel, fighting for its damn life to stay wrapped around his hard muscles.