Heart Thief - The Sinister Fairy Tales

“I’mma go get some drinks,” he groans, and I smile. I can’t think of anything better than alcohol and nighttime swimming. Wise indeed.

I watch the beautiful islander begin to strip from her clothes. I’m sure there will be a swimsuit amongst the clothes from Annemarie’s overnight stays. My father thought he could rattle me by having her on his arm. There’s no doubt he’s been waiting for the moment he could parade her around to anger me, but the truth is, she was company on lonely nights. When I realized she wanted more, I stopped our fling.

“What the fuck?” Cash almost drops the bottle of Jack and fruity cider he brought for Mona. “She’s just wearing her panties,” he states.

I slap a hand to his chest. “Yes, brother, yes she is.”

Mona’s full tits, firm and perky, are just visible under the moonlight. So bad, I want to taste them, suck those hard nipples into my mouth and hear her moan.

“Are you coming?” she calls out, moving down to the sliver of sand, the waves breaking against the shoreline. “Colt, come on,” she calls again, and I slip off my jacket and loosen my tie.

Swimming in the cold ocean at night has never been on my bucket list, but for her, I’ll embrace it. Next comes my shirt, then my slacks, until I’m standing in my tight boxer briefs, her eyes transfixed on my junk.

“One thing at a time, islander,” I tease, and even though I can’t see it, I know she’s blushing.

She turns and runs to the water, getting in up to her shins before screeching at the shock of the temperature. “It’s freezing,” she cries.

I splash her, making her yelp and jump, her tits bouncing. Fuck, my dick is hardening and she can see it all. Fuck it. I advance a few steps in, then dive beneath the surface, taking a few strides and popping up when the water is up to my chest. “You coming?” I counter her question.

She bites her lip. “I don’t understand how to actually swim.”

Damn that bastard ruining her childhood. I should swim to that island and drown the cunt. What father surrounds his life with water and forces his child fear it?

“Then we’ll teach you,” Cash says, coming up behind her, offering his hand. She accepts it with a smile and nods. She trusts us.

As they get deeper, I swim closer toward them. “Put your hands on his shoulders and let your body float. He’ll swim.”

A light giggle fills the air as he pushes off with a breaststroke, her body being pulled along above his. He does a circle around me with her. “Kick your legs,” I tell her, and she complies. “Good girl.”

“I feel weightless.” She beams. “It’s so calming.”

“We can get you real swimming lessons, then you can swim whenever you want.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Watch Cash, how he moves his arms. Now, let go and swim to me.”

“I can’t,” she squeals.

“Trust yourself,” I tell her.

Letting go, she kicks her legs and powers her arms. “I’m doing it!” she shouts, her teeth chattering. “I’m freezing,” she mutters, and a loud bark of laughter roars from inside me. It’s so fucking cold, my balls have gone up into my stomach. Cash grabs her waist, guiding her to me.

“Let’s go get warmed up.” I claim her from Cash, and she wraps herself around me, her bare tits pushing against my chest. I don’t feel quite as cold, the numbness thawing not just on the outside of me, but inside too.

She stays wrapped around me all the way back to the house.

I deposit her reluctantly in front of the fire place, our faces so fucking close, the look in her eye tells me she wants to be loved, to feel the real touch of a man.

And damn if I don’t want to be the one to give her that. “I’ll get some towels,” I tell her, pulling her arms from around my neck.

When I return a few minutes later, she’s wrapped in a blanket from the back of the couch and holding the fruity cider between her palms. Cash meets me halfway, taking a towel for himself. I gather mine around my waist and offer Mona hers, which she wraps around her head after placing her drink down.

“Thank you—not just for the towel, but for showing me more in one night than I’ve experienced in my entire life.”

“There’s so much more to show you,” Cash tells her, pouring us both a drink.

“Can we play some music, like what they played at the club?” she asks, her face animated.

I shrug a shoulder at Cash. “Sure.”

Cash brings a playlist up and syncs it to the built-in system. Music begins crooning from the speakers throughout the room. She tucks the blanket around herself like a toga, gulps down her drink, and begins to dance. She’s uncoordinated and all limbs and hair flips, but it’s fucking adorable.