“I’ll make sure that we’re all waiting in the lobby in ten minutes,” I promise Priest over my shoulder.
“See that you do. You’re going to like the fucking snorkeling trip. We’ll see some fish and coral and shit.”
“We’ll fucking love it,” I say and then push my youngest brother out the door.
But as the three of us head back to our separate suites to change, I’m not thinking about coral reefs or tropical fish or even making my brother happy. I’m thinking about her. About her hard nipples and the way she arched her back when I sucked them. About how sweet she tasted and how she came all over my face when I bit her clit. About being buried deep inside her and how her eyes were the bright green of spring grass.
Yeah. It’s a really good fucking thing that Priest laid down the rules. Or else I’d probably be back at her door tonight, knocking even though I know I shouldn’t. I’d be stripping her naked and making her come over and over until neither one of us could think straight and I sank my cock so deep inside her, it felt like I’d never leave.
At least we’ll never cross paths again. Temptation won’t be within reach. In a few days, I’ll be back at home in the frigid end of winter, driving through the icy March streets that are as much a part of me as the blood in my veins.
I’ll be back where I belong, and Isla will be thousands of miles away, wherever she lives.
Nothing but a memory.
Chapter 5
ISLA
“How do I look?”
Luna sashays out of the bedroom in her bungalow with an exaggerated swagger. She’s wearing a white silk wedding gown that looks like it was made specifically for her. Knowing the kind of wealth and power her husband has, it probably was. She’s a beautiful bride. I can’t believe we’re standing here together on her wedding day. Her wedding day that counts, the one she chose.
And she’s about to spend the rest of her life with the man she loves. I’m so damn happy for her that nothing else matters, not even the part where her husband is a Mafia kingpin. From everything she’s told me, Priest is loyal, dedicated, and supportive. On top of that, he loves her so much it’s almost ridiculous. No one deserves this more than she does.
I sniffle, my eyes fogging up.
The sun is shining, everything is on time and organized to thenth degree, and it’s all unfolding according to plan. I’m so happy, I could cry.
Iamcrying.
Shit.
I’ve already had my makeup done.
“You look incredible,” I manage, frantically blinking my fake eyelashes in the hopes that they’ll somehow make the tears go away before they streak down my foundation.
“Are you sure?” Wrinkling her nose, she spins around. “It’s not too tight?”
“Are you even for real right now? When Priest sees you in that, he’s going to throw you over his shoulder and carry you off into the sunset to have his wicked way with you.”
Luna grins at me. “You think?”
“I know.” I sniff again, because those stupid, persistent tears are back. “I’m so happy for you.”
My voice breaks on the last word. I don’t usually cry at weddings, but this is my best friend’s wedding. My sister from another mister. My ride-or-die.
Luna comes for me, arms outstretched. “You’re going to ruin your makeup, Is.”
We hug.
“I know. But you’re so beautiful and this is your wedding day and you look like you just breezed in from Paris Fashion Week.”
She snorts. “Please. I look like a poet with a fairy godmother.”
“A hot fairy godmother named Rocco who drives you when you want to go on shopping sprees.”
It’s true. Luna’s driver is a handsome man. Dark-haired, tatted hands, a general aura of menace. A lot like someone else I met on this island. Someone I willnotbe thinking about ever again.
