The Two Week Stand (Sizzling Beach 1)

“My ass is hanging off the edge of the bed.”

“Really?”

“No. But it’s close to it.”

“Do you need me to move over?”

“No, you’re good.”

She goes silent, but I can hear her mind ticking over.

“This really bothers you, doesn’t it?” I laugh softly.

“I can’t help it!” Her hands go up in the air. “I’ve just never met anyone who doesn’t have a side of the bed.”

“Well, you have now.”

Silence again.

“So, I’m guessing you have a side of the bed?” I say to her because this conversation is amusing the shit out of me.

“Duh. Of course.”

“Which side?”

Silence.

“Dillon … which side?”

She lets out a soft sigh. “The right.”

“Where I’m lying.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You want to sleep on this side?”

“Yes, please.”

I chuckle as she scrambles up to climb over my body, but I catch her as she’s moving over me, holding her there. One hand on her back, the other tangled in her hair. “Why didn’t you tell me this the other nights we slept together?”

“Because the first night we shared a bed, I slept on top of you.”

“Good times.”

“And the second night, we passed out at the bottom of the bed, and sides of the bed don’t count there.”

“Why not?”

“They just don’t. And the other nights, you slept on the left. So, all was good.”

“Seems legit.”

“It’s totally legit.”

“Well, considering it’s my bed you’re in tonight, I think there should be some form of incentive for me giving up my side of the bed.”

She arches her brow. “Oh, so now, you have a side of the bed? And FYI, it’s not your bed; it’s the resort’s bed.”

“I’m paying to rent it.”

“Don’t you think that’s weird when you really think about it? Paying a shitload of money to rent a bed that hundreds, possibly thousands, of different people have slept in? Done God knows what in? Christ, just think of all the sex that’s been had on this bed.”

I love the way she gets sidetracked so easily. “Let’s just think about the sex we’re gonna have on this bed—right now.”

“We’re having sex? But we only just did it a few minutes ago.”

“Dillon”—I tug her head down and bite on her plump lower lip with my teeth—“we’re always having sex.” I lick the spot that I just bit. “And it was fifteen minutes ago, not a few minutes. And I was ready to go to sleep, but I’m not now because you got my dick all hard again when you climbed up on here and rubbed your sweet ass all over him.”

“I did?”

I grab her hand and shove it down between us, putting it on my cock.

“Oh.” She lets out a breathy sigh as her fingers curl around my fully hard shaft. “I guess I did. My bad.”

“We can totally do bad. Hot, hard, and dirty all over this bed. Unless you’re still tired, that is?” I know full well she’s not tired anymore from the way her hand is now slowly jacking me off.

“I’m not tired anymore.”

“That’s what I thought.” Then, I roll her over and spend the next hour fucking us both into exhaustion.

And finally, we pass out, our bodies tangled up together, lying right in the middle of the bed.

eighteen

Dillon

As beautiful and relaxing as the island is, there’s not bucketloads to do. It really is a place for relaxation. I spend most of my time on the beach. Bonus is that my tan is killer. There is a spa, which I do want to go to, to have a facial and massage, which I need to book. Of course, there’s snorkeling and scuba diving—the former I’m not sure I ever want to do again and the latter I know I never, ever want to do.

West is all about the water and exercise. He spends a lot of time in the gym, toning those muscles of his. Running on the beach. Shirtless.

Honestly, when he goes running along the beach, which is usually mid-morning when most of the women on the island are sunbathing out on the beach, it’s like a cacophony of ovaries exploding as he passes them by.

These women might be married or coupled up and happy, but they ain’t dead.

And me … well, I just sit there and watch him with a massive smile on my face and usually a cocktail in my hand, knowing that I get to spend the rest of my days here on this island kissing and licking that body and taking his big dick inside of me.

Currently though, there’s no beach because it’s raining. But honestly, it’s welcome.

I’ve been ridiculously hot since I arrived here, and this is the first time I’m actually feeling a sense of coolness without having to have the air con blasting in the villa.

West is here at my place, and we’re sitting outside on the deck, close to the doors, under the cover of the awning. The rain is pelting down, and we’re playing rummy.