That’s what this place does to you. Every woman in white becomes yours.
A great selling point. But the ramifications in the real world… for a man known for falling in love if he let himself…
He left the book open as he went into the shower, determined not to think about her anymore. Yet he did. As the shower steamed up and he washed his face first, he remembered how soft and yielding Brim had been beneath his body.How eager she was to say yes to me.And while the entire encounterlasted about ten minutes, Benson had not been dissatisfied. He’d daresay she hadn’t been, either.I know what women are like when they fake it.Brim had not been faking it. She had come more than once, and every time it reminded Benson why he was a returning guest to La Mariposa…
…Despite the bittersweet memories.
Great.He was getting hard. Should he do something about it – while inevitably fantasizing about Brim – or turn the water temperature to cold?
Well, his hand was already on his cock, so there was that.
Damnit.As he stroked himself until he was completely hard, Benson saw Brim on the back of his eyelids. She was propped up against his headboard, two pillows cushioning herholy shit oh my god fucking fantasticthighs as she spread her legs wide and fingered herself with a teasing look.“Come fuck me, Ben,”she’d say, as if she’d even know his name. And he would go to her, desperate to sink his cock into her depths again.
He would pin her down onto his bed, driving his hips to their breaking point as his whole body ensured that she knew, without a doubt, that every inch of her was his. The possessive freak in Benson Smith only came out during sex or exclusive relationships. Sometimes, one led to the other.I make them mine.Getting on top of them, fucking them until his balls smacked against them, was how he left his damn mark right before he came.
And that’s a whole new mess of trouble.But here on the island, where every woman had to provide proof of birth control, he didn’t have to think about it. Even with the vasectomy he got after the divorce, ensuring he had no more children.I’m done. One is enough for me.One who had grown enough to be in college.
At least the island ensured all of his fantasies came true. A forty-five-year-old man looking to fuck as many women as hewanted, barely having to consider the built-in consent and with endless availability… yes, when he was hard in the shower with his hand doing what it did best, all he could think about was tearing through every Butterfly until they were all his.
Except his imagination kept going back to Brim. The only one he had touched so far, and the only one to make him want to do it again. Here. Right now. Long before noon.
He remembered the way her cunt squeezed him dry the night before. He had no choice but to empty all of his seed into her like a wild animal desperate to claim her in a club full of horny idiots.Not me, though. I’m not an idiot.But Brim was his.
Brim washis.
The sound she had made… as if she knew. So melodically feminine and wildly perfect.
It was that exact memory that made Benson climax in the shower, his seed instantly washed away with the water. He hoped that the clarity that came afterward would let him get on with his day. Maybe do the impossible and go hang out somewhere he could meet other Butterflies, even if he didn’t touch them until later that evening.
But when he finished washing up and grabbed a towel to take with him to the living room, all he could think about was that image of Brim on his bed, her body open to him and her soft lips beckoning to come fuck her.
It was an image he had to make come true.
So he grabbed the phone off its hook and punched in the direct number to one of the supervisors in the main office.
“Hi,” he said after the older woman picked up. “This is…” He almost forgot his code name. “Bryce.” God, as if. “Cottage #7. I would like to request a specific Butterfly’s company later today.”
“Of course, sir. Who do you have in mind?”
He glanced at Brim’s seductive picture in the book opened up on the coffee table. “I need Brim to accompany me for dinnerhere in my cottage tonight. Six o’clock. I want her for the rest of her shift.” Six hours. Perfect. “I don’t care how much extra you charge me for half her shift.”
The supervisor betrayed how fortuitous this was with thetckin her voice. “Of course. Brim is available tonight from six. She will arrive promptly, with both of your dinners shortly after.”
Benson hung up without saying goodbye. He didn’t know what he would do until six, but he definitely knew he would not be touching anyone else.
Brim was the only Butterfly for him.
Chapter 7
Eden
She received the immediate change to her itinerary when she clocked in at noon, her body still light from the night before.Woke up sore, but it’s the best kind.Two men had fucked her so well that she was still perfectly satiated, but something told her that things might change today. After all, the fresh air wasperfectfor getting naked again.
And when she saw someone had specifically requestedherfor dinner that night, she knew it had to be one of those men.
The paper slid into her door’s mail slot only said “Bryce – Cottage #7.” Well, Bryce was not Neal, who had been in the shower with her last night. Did that mean Bryce was Mr. Black Band from the party? The one who had taken her right there at the slightest whim?
She shuddered, already anticipating his company. And for dinner! She’d have to be sure to wear her best white outfit.
