Chapter 9 Eden
Eden
She barely had time to go back to her room and shower before her date that night. Unbelievable. That was the feeling she had when she closed her room door and looked at herself in the mirror. You naughty slut.
Eden could safely say that she had never had so much sex in less than twenty-four hours. Yet La Mariposa had let one of her fantasies come to life. A fantasy she hadn’t fully realized until she was first taken by a man in the middle of a party.
Well… When on La Mariposa…
She put the dress back on. She didn't bother with underwear. The island was so warm that she also didn’t bother with the one nice white sweater she brought with her.
After slipping her shoes back on, she noted that her date was in ten minutes. She had to get going.
At least the evening is gorgeous. A slight breeze rustled her hair and skirt as she strolled out of the hotel with a satchel hanging from her wrist. Pink and purple conspired against the daylight as the tropically winter sunset played with Eden’s head.
Every so often, she was caught up in the notion that she was here for a vacation.
That she wasn’t paid to be at any random man’s beck and call as long as she wore these white outfits for the weekend.
I’m really not doing badly for myself, though.
She originally worried she’d struggle to have interest even once a day, but so far, she had two repeat customers who sounded like they were ready for more at any time.
Exciting!
She bypassed the other cottages before reaching #7. One light was on inside. A shadow moved in front of the door, and Eden recognized a hostess in all black delivering two meals and a bottle of wine. Ooh, wine!
The hostess barely looked at her on the way by. Eden watched after her before approaching the cottage door, which had already swallowed the dinners before she got there. At least she knew “Bryce” was in.
She allowed herself to stew in memories of the night before in the seconds leading up to her heavy knock.
He opened the door almost immediately.
“Holy hell.” A man who reached up toward the doorframe stood before her. Tight pants and a button-up shirt cut a fine figure as he beheld his guest standing on the porch. “Get in here before anyone else thinks they get to have you.”
He turned and went back inside, leaving the door open.
Eden stepped through, taking in the wooden rafters, the ceiling fan, and the refreshing scent of the sea as it was filtered through a vanilla air freshener.
I like it. She also liked the presentation on the dining table that bridged the living room and kitchen.
They really are full one-bedroom houses here.
The door to the bedroom was open. She could see straight through to the ocean.
“You must be Bryce,” she said, breaking the silence as he continued to fuss with the food and wine on the table. “I didn’t catch your name last night.”
He stood up straight. Only then did she realize that the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.
Yes, I remember what that body was like, pushing up against me.
How long until it happened again? Could Eden handle it?
It still hadn’t been a full twenty-four hours since this man sat with her at the party and quickly got inside of her.
Damn, I’m ready again. At some point, her body would be totally over this, but it hadn’t happened yet.
Just last me until tomorrow night, babe!
She also remembered other things about this man’s body. Like his strong hips and the size of his cock as it claimed her cunt for fifteen glorious minutes, she would be replaying in her head for the rest of her life.
“Probably because that’s a terrible name.” He practically loomed over her when he further asked, “Do I look like ‘Bryce’ to you?”
Not the first time she had been asked such a question. “What would you like me to call you, then, sir?”
He snorted, relaxing his shoulders. “Well, I like the way you say sir.” He gestured to a chair. “Please. Sit. I ordered you the fish. I hope that’s all right.”
Eden appreciated the cordial invitation to eat before they got down to anything else. Seeing him in the light like this is something else. Did he think the same about her?
Perhaps he did, because Bryce never took his eyes off her as she sat across from him and accepted a glass of wine. “Fish is fine. It’s nice and fresh around here.”
“Yes. I got the same. I try to eat what’s freshest wherever I go. Healthier that way.”
“And more entertaining, I’d imagine.”
He held his wineglass over the table. “Cheers to that.”
After they toasted, Eden placed a napkin in her lap and surveyed her fish with quinoa and greens. Without sex constantly hanging over them – while they ate, anyway – she fought for things to talk about that would amuse him. Hopefully, anyway.
“I’ve never been in one of these cottages before.” She glanced up at the rafters and appreciated how clean they were. “I kept wondering what they looked like inside.”
“You haven’t?” Was he genuinely surprised by that? “Must be your first time here.”
Something about the way he said that was so blasé, as if they were talking about regular hotel rooms at her place of business. “It is,” she said. “In fact, you were the first guest I’ve had the pleasure of knowing this weekend.”
He studied her while methodically chewing his dinner. What a nice jaw. Working, chomping, swallowing… it did it all! “That so? I’m a lucky man, then. And you’re a lucky woman. Putting you in that party as your first evening assignment is… interesting.”
“I was more than happy to handle it, sir.”
Did she properly convey how much she appreciated handling him?
“You must be comfortable in these situations, then.”
Eden concluded that this man did, indeed, always sound like this. “I’m guessing that I’m as comfortable as you are. After all, it’s situations like these that bring the like-minded together.”
“That they do.”
She took her time pulling her fork out of her mouth after having a bite of her food. “What made you decide to see me again?” she asked. “There are so many beautiful women on this island.” She saw the photobook on his coffee table. “I’d assume most men want to sample as much as they can.”
What was that incredulous look? Locked between two burning brown eyes?
This man is gorgeous. From the wavy dark hair to the five o’clock shadow, Eden appreciated everything about Bryce’s appearance.
Especially the two unbuttoned parts of his shirt that exposed his slightly hairy chest. This man couldn’t have been much different from “Neal” without being unattractive.
He’s attractive, too. Mm. Eden’s eyes glazed over as she imagined being on her back again, her other guest taking full advantage of his passcode liberties.
He’s fucked me three times since last night. How are you gonna catch up, Bryce?
“I suppose a lot of men do exactly that,” he eventually said, keeping his eyes locked on hers as they forgot their food.
“They come here and rut all over whatever woman they like – and they like them all, of course – and go back to their mundane lives on Monday feeling like the biggest studs in the world.”
“Not you, though?”
He was mildly amused when he chuckled in her direction. “I’m a bit more discerning, I guess. In truth, I picked you out when I first arrived yesterday. In the pool area. Don’t think you saw me. You were talking to your friend, the bartender.”
His words caught her off guard. “Really? I mean, I saw guests, but I don’t recall you.”
“Guess I’m more private. Parties aside. The whole reason I was here was because I hoped to see you.”
Eden bit her lip. “You did, didn’t you?”
He brought his wineglass up to his mouth, still staring her down from above the rim. “Every damn inch of you.”
Shivers tickled her skin. She hoped he saw them. “Oh, yes, I quite remember.”
He put the wineglass back down. “Come here.”
With most of her meal finished, Eden stood up, fixing her skirt as she slowly covered the distance between them. The closer she got to Bryce, the more she anticipated his touch, although the man respectfully kept his hands to himself.
Oh, but not his eyes. They absorbed everything, from her constrained breasts to her parted lips.
He was probably already thinking about all the things he would do to her in the next hour.
And here I am, unable to wait. Maybe if she got all of this fucking out of her system this weekend, she could go without for the rest of her life.
Then again… both men she had been with probably wouldn’t leave her imagination anytime soon. I hope I don’t leave theirs, either. She wanted to be an eternal fantasy for them – the woman they couldn’t get enough of on a tropical island full of other gorgeous women who could get it anytime.
“What’s the damn code today?” Bryce mused. “Something about ‘hot steam.’”
She grinned. “Technically, you don’t need a passcode for a date you’ve requested. But…” She swished her skirt around her legs. “Hot cream.”
“Good God, that’s terrible.” It didn’t stop him from touching her behind the knee and slowly ascending her leg.
Eden lightly squeaked, attempting to relax as this man with big hands and a bigger body made her suddenly feel so small and delicate.
Shatter me, why don’t you? She might like that.
Especially after the intense afternoon she had with Neal, who seemingly couldn’t get enough of her.
He just kept getting hard until he finally asked me to leave.
Eden had to, anyway. So she could be here. With this man.
Who rested his hand on the back of her bare thigh as if he had every right to.