And—
Spoiler — Mary did not join the Mile-High Club.
Why? Because she had cramped herself into my arm for most of the flight.
Turned out she was afraid of heights — or maybe just planes and turbulence.
Either, or — and it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things — what did matter was that we landed in Hawaii, safe and sound.
We ended up filming the video for her OnlyFans as soon as we got to the beachfront rental.
No l-bombs in this one, and strict sticking to the script, which was me bending her over the rails and calling her a good little slut while I fucked her raw.
I mean — if it works, it works. I ain’t complaining.
“Look at that fucking fish!” Mary called from the beach. “It’s huge!”
I squinted through the late afternoon sun, watching her wade deeper into the turquoise water. The Pacific lapped at her thighs, making her bikini bottoms ride up just enough to drive me insane all over again.
“That’s a parrotfish, baby,” I called back, taking a swig from my beer. “They’re everywhere out here.”
She turned to look at me over her shoulder, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. Her hair was already salt-sticky and wet, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her this... light.
Happy.
“Come in!” she shouted, beckoning me with both hands. “The water’s perfect!”
I set down my beer and pushed off the lounge chair, my feet sinking into the white sand as I made my way to the water’s edge. The sun was doing that golden hour thing that photographers creamed themselves over, turning everything soft and hazy.
When I reached her, she splashed water at my chest. I returned the favor by grabbing her waist and dunking us both under. We came up sputtering and laughing, her legs wrapping around me automatically.
“You almost drowned me,” she said, coughing up water but still smiling.
“That was the plan,” I said, brushing wet hair back from her face. “Figured I’d collect on that life insurance I took out on you. Smart business, you know.”
She smacked my shoulder. “That’s dead business,” she said. “Your best asset lost to the parrotfish.”
I pulled her closer, one warm body against another. “Best asset, huh?”
“Of course. You’re insufferable,” she said, tilting her head back to look at the sky. “I — on the other hand — am adorable. We even each other out. Not to mention I’m hot.”
I grinned, tightening my arms around her waist. “So, I’m not hot?”
She made a show of looking me up and down, water dripping from her eyelashes. “I mean, you’re alright. Seven out of ten on a good day.”
“Seven?” I raised an eyebrow.
She shrugged, fighting back a smile.
I slid my hands down to cup her ass, pulling her flush against me. “I’m a solid nine, babe.”
“An Ohio nine, maybe.” She glanced around at the empty stretch of beach when I pushed her bikini bottoms to the side. “Here? That’s very ambitious of you, rockstar.”
“No one’s around.” I kissed her neck, tasting salt and sunscreen. “And you did say you wanted to check it off your bucket list.”
“Yeah? When did I say that?” And yet, her hand disappeared inside my trunks.
“Last night,” I said against her throat. “Right before you fell asleep. You said, and I quote, ‘I wanna fuck on every beach from here to Kauai.’”
“I was drunk on mai tais and post-orgasm endorphins. That doesn’t count.”
“Sounded pretty official to me.” I nipped at her collarbone, feeling her hand tighten around my cock. “Besides, you’re already halfway there.”
She laughed, breathy and low. “You’re a pervert.”
“And you’re a solid ten,” I murmured, lining myself up. “Everywhere. Not just Ohio.”
Her eyes softened for a second before that bratty smirk returned. “Flattery will get you—oh fuck—”
“Yeah. Everywhere,” I said, grinning the widest I had in years. “I know.”