Summer Time Sweets by Alexa Riley
Chapter 7
Liam
By the time I make it back with two coffees, the girls’ table has already attracted a line of people. I got stuck at the coffee shop because I didn’t think to ask how Nicole wanted it. But when the barista asked who it was for he knew immediately how she took it. That irritated me to no end, but it was made worse by the questions I got afterwards.
It seemed like everyone in the town was in the shop asking me why I was getting coffee for “Nikki” and was I the guy at the bar with her last night. I avoided questions as much as I could until the guy handed me over two cups, telling me which one was for her and which was for Sammy. I hadn’t even had a chance to tell him I was getting them both a drink before I got bombarded by people, so he must know they’re always together.
Everyone in this town knows one another and they’re all looking at me like I’m some alien from another planet. I’m trying not to be the asshole I know I can come across as, because this is Nicole’s town and I want her to like me. I mean, I know what I felt last night and I’m hoping she did, too. But what if everyone in this town tells her I’m the bad guy? And worse, what if someone figures out who I really am and tells her. Fuck, I’ve got to figure out a way to tell her.
“Here you go, blondie,” I say, coming up from behind her and passing her the cup.
“Thanks,” Sammy says as she takes hers and then sets it down so that she can take money from someone.
“You guys got busy while I was gone,” I say, and Nicole looks back over her shoulder to wink at me.
God, I wish I could take her to the ground right now and bury my face between her legs. I lick my lips, trying desperately to recall the taste from last night. I thought I’d get another chance this morning, but when I woke up and she was gone I came undone.
“What can I do to help?” I ask, looking at all the people waiting to get to them. I don’t really want to talk to them, but I’d do anything to help Nicole.
“Can you grab a few more boxes from the truck?” she asks, sounding excited. “I can’t believe we’ve already gone through so many.”
“You got it,” I say and walk over to where I parked.
The mayor is on the other side of the farmers market now and I hope he stays that way. I had my assistant Kathy put in a call to him to set up a meeting, but I’m rethinking everything now. Nicole has got my plans all shot up and I’ve got to figure out which way is up. When he walked over to me and said hello I spent the entire time hoping Nicole wasn’t watching. He could burst my carefully created bubble before I have a chance to come clean. And if what everyone is telling me about her is true, that kind of deception would break her heart.
I grab the last of the boxes and carry them over to the table. I help unload them and place them on the table, but it seems like as fast as I lay them down, they’re getting scooped up. And within an hour the table is wiped clean.
“Holy shit,” Sammy whispers when they have to turn away the last of the customers. “Nicole, we did it,” she exclaims and pulls her into her arms. “Damn, girl, maybe this will help with the payments and keep that bloodsucking bastard hotel owner from getting his clutches in you.”
I pause from breaking down the empty boxes to glance over at the two of them. Neither of them is looking at me and a chill runs down my spine.
Nicole leans in like she doesn’t want anyone to hear her, and I focus on the box in my hand as my ears strain.
“I’m really happy with today’s sales, but it won’t be enough to keep me afloat long. I’m sick to my stomach thinking about it, but I’m going to have to sell.”
This is what I’ve been waiting for. The whole reason I came to this island was to get this property and get the hell off of it. But after one night with Nicole, I’m rethinking all of it. What’s happened to me? Am I truly a bloodsucking bastard? And if I am, is it possible to be so completely changed after a night in bed with a woman?
“I think just folding them will be okay, Liam,” Nicole says, catching me off-guard.
I look down in my hands and see that I shredded the box I was holding. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I say and smile at her.
The light in her eyes is so bright it nearly blinds me. How could I ever think of doing anything to put it out? There’s got to be a solution. Maybe she’s ready to give it up and this is a blessing in disguise for her. There’s only one way to find out.
“Hey,” I say, coming over to her and wrapping my arms around her waist. “Why don’t you show me around the island and give me the tour from a local?”
She drapes her arms on my shoulders and her fingers go into my hair. “I’d love to,” she says, leaning up and giving me a quick kiss. “But I’ve got to get back to the Mermaid. I’ve got to clean rooms and stock the kitchen.”
“Don’t you have staff for that?” Why would she be in charge of cleaning rooms? She shouldn’t have to do that.
She laughs and shakes her head. “No, it’s just me. And sometimes Peter runs the desk for me. I’m lucky that I’ve got good friends on the island to help out if something breaks or I need another set of hands. But I do the daily work, so no rest for me.”
“Oh,” I say, trying to hide my disappointment.
“You’re welcome to relax at the Mermaid if you want. The beach there is the best on the island.”
I know all too well how perfect it is, but I don’t tell her that.
“Would you mind if I tagged along?” I can’t stand the thought of her working and me sitting on a beach. She should be the one relaxing.
“If you’d like to, yeah. It would be nice to have some company instead of an audiobook in my ears while I work.”
It’s still early by the time we get back to the Mermaid, and Sammy says her goodbyes. I think about taking Nicole back to my room and having my way with her, but before I can let the idea take root she’s already running around and I have to move quick to keep up.
I’ve been in the hotel business for years, so I know all the ins and outs of how they operate. There isn’t a job I don’t think of or can’t hire people to do. But never in my life have I had to do the work behind the scenes. The Mermaid is small, but Nicole does everything herself. Peter offers her a helping hand, but she insists his studies are more important. After she gives him a stern look that makes me stand up a little straighter, he agrees and goes to his room. If Nicole could hire a maid or two, she’d have only about ten percent of the responsibilities she does now, but after hearing her and Sammy talking earlier I can tell that isn’t a possibility.
I already know her finances inside and out, so I don’t know why I’m surprised. I guess I’m just disappointed in myself that I never before thought about the person running the place and what they’d have to do to make ends meet. I’ve been all about the business of things from the beginning and I never stopped to imagine who my takeover might hurt.
There’s a moment when I’m helping Nicole make a bed and we’re laughing about which one of us knows the “right” way to do it that I think I might be having my first ever morality crisis. I’m obsessed with this woman like nothing else in my life, and I can’t in good conscience do anything that would break her heart. So, the only logical answer is to do everything in my power to make her happy. And the Mermaid does that. Now I just have to figure out how to give her that while getting what I want. Which is her.
“Have you ever thought about moving off the island?” I ask as I push the laundry cart down the hall and into the washing room. I close the door behind us as she moves the cart over to the rows of machines.
“No, never.” She smiles and then turns on the machines and dumps the sheets in with the soap.
“What about if you didn’t have the Mermaid? Would you want to leave then?” My chest aches when I think about what this might mean. What if I have to leave this place and leave her behind? I can’t live here full time. It would be impossible.
“That’s actually a possibility in the near future.” Her smile drops and she shrugs her shoulders. “But I’m not sure I want to talk about finances.”
“No, I understand. I was just wondering if you didn’t have the hotel if you’d leave. Maybe visit my place?”
“Are you asking me to come see your house?” she says as she walks over towards me and places her hands on my stomach.
“I’m asking if you’d move in with me.”
Her eyes widen in surprise and she opens her mouth only to close it a second later. I grab her by the waist and set her down on top of a washing machine as I move between her legs.
“You don’t have to answer right now. I’m going to be here for a bit. But I wanted to know if you’d come with me. When the time comes for me to go.”
I trace a finger down her neck to between her breasts.
“I’d like to say yes,” she says as her own fingers go to the hem of my shirt and then under it to touch my skin. “But even if I didn’t have the Mermaid, which is a very real possibility, I couldn’t leave the island. It’s my home. This place is where I grew up, but the people here are my family.”
There’s nothing good I can say back to that, so I keep my mouth closed. Instead I lean forward and move the strap of her tank top to the side so I can kiss her bare shoulder. I reach behind her neck and untie her bikini top. Then I pull it down with her shirt, exposing her bare breasts.
“Liam,” she breathes when my mouth finds her nipple and I suck on it.
Her shorts are loose, so I pull her to the edge and slip them to the side along with her bikini. I plunge two fingers into her wetness as I reach down and undo my shorts. I pull out my bare cock and slide my fingers out before I thrust into her. I stare down at where her shorts are pushed over and my cock is disappearing inside her. We’re not using protection again and I’m not going to mention it to her. What if this is the way I get to keep her? If I can get her pregnant, then she’ll have to come with me. She might not like having to leave, but I’ll give her everything her heart desires.
“Fuck, look how pretty that is,” I say, seeing my thick cock coated in her pussy juice.
She reaches down and pulls the material more to the side, exposing her clit so I can rub it. The room is hot and humid and I can feel a trail of sweat roll down my back as I fuck her on top of this washing machine. But it’s so fucking good that I can’t stop and I’m ready to cum in her after only a few quick thrusts.
I feel her pussy rock against me, and I know I won’t last long enough to get her off if I stay like this. I pull out and get down on my knees in front of her. She cries out at the loss of my cock but moans when I put my mouth back on her. She’s so fucking wet and ready and tastes like I’ve already cum in her. I wonder what she’ll taste like when she’s pregnant?
When she cries out I know she’s close and I keep on sucking her pussy. I bury my face in it and lick her all over as she climaxes against me and calls out my name. When I think she’s almost finished I stand up and slide my cock back into her and start going hard. I don’t bother taking off her shorts now because it won’t take but a second to get off. I can still feel the clench of her pussy as her climax finishes rolling through her body. She’s so puffy and wet down there. I grunt, thrusting all the way and holding it there. My cock spurts inside her and I fill her with every drop of cum that I have while I look down at her beautiful body.
I’m weak in the legs and in my soul as I drain myself into her. She giggles shyly when I help her tie her bikini top back around her neck and arrange her tits. Never mind that I have to suck them one more time before I cover them up. I’m also reluctant to pull out of her warmth, but when she tells me about a secret spot on the beach she’ll take me to later, I slowly leave her until my cock is cold and lonely. She reaches down and strokes me, getting her fingers covered in my cum.
“Be careful,” I warn as she brings her fingers to her lips and licks then.
I want to put her on her back again, but instead, I put her bikini bottoms back in place and slide her shorts over. They’re wet in the crotch now and I know she’s going to think of me with every step she takes. When she tries to walk again, her legs are spread a little and all I can think about is, she’s getting broken in for me. I want those long legs open and ready for me any time my cock catches sight of her.
We spend the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen prepping meals and making small take-away plates for the guests. They don’t have a restaurant onsite, but she can prepare hot meals on request. There are only two other guests in the hotel now that some have checked out. So, once we’re done in there, she says she’s done for the day.
When we’re all finished, she grabs a picnic basket and tells Peter we’re going to have lunch outside. We stroll over to a golf cart at the back of the building and she gets behind the wheel.
“Should I be worried about where you’re taking me?” I ask, looking at the ocean that’s right in front of us. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a secret,” she replies and winks at me.
I hop in and put my arms around her as she takes off. She steers us around this side of the island and through a trail in the trees that’s just big enough for us to fit through.
“My grandfather discovered this lagoon after he bought the property. I don’t think anyone on the island knows about it except me,” she tells me as the trees get thicker and thicker.
“Not even Sammy?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt super protective of this place. Like if someone else knew it was here the magic might dissipate.” She laughs and shrugs. “That sounds so silly saying it out loud.”
“I think it’s kind of sweet,” I say, feeling my heart tighten. “Why do I get to see it?”
She glances over at me as she begins to slow the cart. “You’re different.” She looks away shyly and I see the pink on her cheeks. “You’re special.”
I swear right then and there when we leave here I’m going to tell her the truth. I’ve been going about this all wrong, but my desire for her is getting the best of me. I have to stop thinking with my dick and be honest.
“And from here we go on foot,” she says, grabbing the picnic basket out of the back along with a blanket.
I take them from her and then hold her hand as she leads the way through a mass of bamboo and palm trees.
“No wonder no one knows this is here. It’s so far away from the beach and almost impossible to get to,” I say just as we come to a small opening in the foliage.
When she walks through I follow behind her and what I see takes my breath away—bright blue water that’s clear all the way to the bottom. There’s a waterfall to the left, big enough to stand under, and it’s making the water sparkle in the sunshine.
I glance over when I see Nicole take off her shoes in the powder-white sand. Then she takes off her tank top and shorts but doesn’t stop there. When she reaches behind her neck to untie her bikini I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Like I said, nobody but my grandfather and me knew about this place. It was our secret.” She points around the area. “We’re surrounded by cliffs on either side, so the only way to get in is the way we came.”
She takes off her top and then slides her bottoms off her hips to reveal her bare pussy. She takes a few steps into the water and then turns around, beckoning to me. I do the same as her and toss my clothes onto the ground and walk out into the water with her.
“It’s hot.” I say in surprise as we walk to where it’s waist deep.
“It’s a hot spring. In the winter it’s really nice to come out here and soak. In the summer it only feels warmer because it’s so hot outside.”
“It’s like being in a hot tub without the jets,” I say as I pull her into my arms.
“We can use the waterfall for that,” she says as I walk us into deeper water until we’re floating under the sun in clear blue water. Her legs go around my waist and my cock slips easily into her.
How could I ever take her away from this island? How can I possibly stay?
