I thank him as I slide into the backseat next to Brick. He starts the engine and drives off toward the resort, giving us both pointers about what to see during our stay on the island. Brick is still oddly quiet.
Peter speaks proudly about the cluster of islands that make up Turks and Caicos, sharing with us all of its hidden gems and pointing out landmarks along the way.
“We were closed for a time during the pandemic, so it’s good to see more tourists coming back here. Are you two here on vacation or on your honeymoon? You’re such a beautiful couple.”
Brick’s mood lifts after hearing that question. “We’re here for a wedding, but not our own.”
Finally, after a short drive through winding roads lined with palm trees, we arrive at our destination- an open-air resort overlooking a turquoise blue lagoon sparkling with crystal clear water and surrounded by lush green mountains. Simply put, it’s nirvana, and I could kick myself for trying to talk Kyle out of having a destination wedding.
The front desk is busy, but we check in quickly because Brick forgoes the bell attendant service and carries our luggage himself.
Our suites are directly across from each other, but he has the better view of a lagoon.
“Meet me at the pool in an hour,” he commands, and there’s something about his overbearing tone that soaks the crotch of my panties.
This is crazy. I think I’m having second thoughts about this so-called pact. It probably won’t end well for me. How can it?
“I’ll see,” I say, trying to back out of the meet. “I’m kind of tired.”
“In an hour, Kaya.”
Meeting his firm gaze, I feel a wave of anticipation wash over me. I thought I was ready to explore this whole secret Turks and Caicos sex tour with Brick, but I don’t know… maybe Dena was right. Maybe I’m in over my head, and what the hell would I do if Kyle found out?
It would break his heart.
Brick
There’sa cocoon of light cradling the resort and the night is still and peaceful with a light breeze rustling the palm trees. This island is bliss and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore adds to the tranquil ambiance.
I’m purposely ten minutes late to the lagoon as to build Kaya’s anticipation of what the evening has in store for us, plus I had a little business to take care of with management.
The stars twinkle in the night sky, giving the pool a magical aura, but nothing is more extraordinary than watching Kaya with her eyes closed floating in the pool like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
Her sleek blow out has reverted to thick dark brown coils of hair which fan out behind her like a cape. Most women I know in New York wouldn’t have dared to ruin their perfectly coifed hair, especially right before a special occasion, but then I remember Kaya was smart enough to book a salon appointment in between tomorrow’s rehearsal and rehearsal dinner.
“You scared me,” she gasps in surprise as I dive into the pool and slide my muscular arms underneath her. Her delicious scent fills my senses, making my heart race with expectation, and my dick springs quickly to life once I get a closer view of her simple white string bikini under the moonlight.
“Turn around,” I order her in a thick voice that I barely recognize myself.
Kaya tenses up for a moment as she positions herself vertically in the water and I pull her closer to me. I can feel her shallow breaths on my neck as I gently trail kisses from her ear down to her shoulder.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since we boarded the damn plane,” I growl into her ear. “How about you?”
“I can’t answer that question.”
“Why not?”
“This isn’t supposed to be happening.”
“We’ve had something going on for weeks, Kaya. It makes little sense to deny it any longer.”
“No, you’ve been flirting with me for weeks. That’s a little different from something mutual going on between us.”
“So you’re saying this is a one-sided crush?” I grin.
“It happens.” She smiles seductively. “Not every woman falls head over heels for the infamous Brick Jennings.”
“So let me get this straight. If I slid my hand inside your bikini and explored your clit, you wouldn’t be wet for me?”
