“What makes it so amazing?” I asked.
“Exposure to the Atlantic Ocean on two sides as well as the Matanilla Shoal. Because of the shoal, the conditions are like nowhere else on earth.”
“That’s amazing. So what happened? Why is it deserted?”
“It’s lived a lot of different lives. It was named after a British judge, Thomas Walker. He was exiled on the island and after his death, the island stood deserted for a few hundred years. After that it was just passed down to a few businessmen who used it for various purposes over the years. The last man to own it died about fifteen years ago and it’s been left abandoned. It’s been hit by two hurricanes and nobody’s touched it since. Once I saw it, I knew I couldn’t just let it deteriorate. The buildings are well-made, the sewer and electrical systems are in perfect working order. All it needs is a little elbow grease and some life breathed into it.”
His eyes were glowing, each word a sparkling star of promise as he rambled on about his dreams for this magical place. His excitement was contagious and suddenly, I was eager to see everything.
“I can’t wait to see what you do with it, Bear,” I said, beaming across the room at him. He was standing by the window, the warm light bathing his skin. He turned to me, his eyes full of love and gentleness.
“Us, Chloe,” he said. “We’re a team now. You’re going to be as much a part of this as I am. We’ll do it together.”
My heart swelled at his words.
“I’d be honored to help you,” I whispered. He walked over to me, kissing me sweetly.
“I want to show you something,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me out a set of double doors that led to the back of the house. We stepped out onto a huge deck that opened up to a gorgeous, sprawling lawn that sloped down to a pristine white beach with aquamarine waves crashing rhythmically on the shore.
The lush green grass tickled my feet as we walked down to the beach. My toes sank into the white sand as I drank in the beauty of the gorgeous sea spread out before us.
“I’ve never felt so isolated from civilization in my life,” I murmured.
“I know what you mean,” he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”
“How many times have you come here?” I asked.
“This is my fourth visit. But it’s always been to show other businessmen.”
“And now you’re here with me,” I said, leaning into his embrace. He leaned down, gently kissing my neck, his lips warm on my skin.
“I couldn’t be happier about that,” he murmured.
He turned me around to face him, his eyes glowing in the bright sunshine. We’d left our shoes behind and the warm waves lapped at our bare feet. He reached down, pulling my t-shirt over my head, exposing my hard nipples to the sun. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his sexy face, and he unfastened my shorts and pushed them down.
I stood naked in front of him, the hot rays feeling like pulsing beams of pure life force shining down on my bare skin. I pulled his shirt over his head and his shorts fell away as he grabbed my hand and we took off running.
We galloped into the waves, the warm water washing over us, welcoming us into its wet embrace. We swam past the waves, the water so clear it was translucent, providing a clear view of the dozens of colorful, tropical fish that swam around our legs.
Bear swam next to me, his dark hair shimmering almost as much as his crystal blue eyes. My heart swelled with joy, leaving a permanent fullness that brought tears to my eyes. How did I get here? He’s magical.
Too much, too fast, a tiny voice said inside of my head. I pushed it away like a handful of water and it came back just as easily.
This only happens in those damned books, it said.
He’s too good to be true, another voice said. Only that was my voice this time. I knew this was all crazy, but I reminded myself to sink into it and see where it went.
So far, so good.
After a few minutes of gazing into the water, marveling at the beauty that swirled around us, we made our way back to the shore, falling into the hard sand together, the waves washing over us.
Bear’s kiss was magic. Warm, loving, soft. I wrapped myself around him, my arms, my legs, my heart. And when his hardness sank into me, I welcomed him, my thighs falling open, begging him to crawl deep inside of me as I melted into the warm sand below us. His lips never left mine, the passion between us growing quickly as he fucked me with wild abandon, the waves crashing over us over and over as he took me there under the golden rays of sunshine.
Chapter 4
Our week on the island flew by. We spent our days lazing around in the sun, exploring all the different abandoned buildings and making love every place we could think of. We hadn’t even exchanged vows and yet it already felt like we were on our honeymoon. The days stretched long and slow, fading into one another until Bear told me it was almost time to go home.
“Matilda will want you home for the holidays. And I always spend New Years in Times Square. You’ll love it,” he said. “It’s freezing cold, there are hundreds of thousands of drunken people in the streets screaming—it’s total mayhem.”
“We’re sitting on a secluded, warm, private beach, Bear,” I said. “None of what you described sounds appealing in any way compared to this.”
“Balance, darling,” he said.
“I guess…,” I murmured, turning my face to the sun. “When do we leave?”
“Tomorrow,” he said. “My pilot will be back with the plane in the morning.”
“We only have one more night here?” I asked.
“We’ll come back soon, I promise,” he said, kissing me.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I said.
“You can hold me to anything you want,” he growled. I looked down and saw his cock stirring and a tiny thrill went through me. We’d spent almost the entire week completely naked and I’d gotten quite used to his sudden advances. When he decided he wanted to make love, there was nothing for me to do but submit to the pleasure our bodies created when they were wrapped around each other.
He rolled over on top of me, his cock pressing into my thigh, his tongue delving deep into my mouth as he kissed me hard.
He’d been so gentle with me during our time on the island, making love to me in such long and luxurious sessions. He’d been assertive, but he hadn’t let the roughness take over at all. We’d spent hours caressing each other, staring lovingly into one another’s eyes, losing track of time as we kissed endlessly.
He’d been a perfect gentleman. He hadn’t even spanked me once, even though I was secretly missing the hot sting of his hand on my ass.
I relished the attention, worshiping Bear’s body, falling in love with his heart. He was funny and charming and every time he touched me, it was as if he was waking me up inch by inch, breathing life into my life, shining a light on the very things I’d kept in the dark. He’d been gracious and kind every step of the way, allowing me to just be me and to open up to him.
And I did.
The first thing I’d done was tell him I didn’t want the responsibility of working on the hotel. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it, but I’d made up my mind.
“I’ll find another job,” I’d said. “Something simple that I know how to do.”
“Whatever makes you happy, Beauty,” he’d agreed, smiling at me with such pure love that it shot straight through my heart.
“I thought you might be disappointed.”
“How could I ever be disappointed about anything you do? Chloe, more than anything, I want you to be happy. What’s your wildest dream?”
“I think I’m living it right now,” I’d said.
“Career wise, I mean. Where do you see yourself in five years?” he’d asked, donning a serious face before breaking out in a million dollar grin. My eyes grazed over his naked body, his tan skin glowing in the bright sunshine.
“Well, before you came along, I had a plan,” I’d t
old him.
“What was your plan? Tell me all about it.”
“I was going to start small,” I’d said. “Make a line of dresses for myself and wear them everywhere I went. When people asked about them, I’d give them my card. I’d start by doing small custom jobs until I’d saved enough money and had enough time to make dozens of different styles and sizes. Eventually, I’d open my own store in Portland, filled entirely with my own creations.”
“So do that,” he’d said, nodding, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I am. I’ll start making my own dresses as soon as I get back. I already have several, but they aren’t appropriate for the winter weather.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh?”
“No, skip straight to the part about opening your own store.”
I’d laughed and shook my head.
“It doesn’t work like that. I can’t afford that. Especially in New York,” I’d protested.
“Of course you can. I’ll pay for it,” he’d promised.