“Yeah, lying to yourself aboutnotbeing in love with me. Also, I didn’t fall in love with you until later. Much later.”
“Pshh…” I wave off her sass and undo my seatbelt. I turn in my seat to face her. “That doesn’t matter. All that matters is thatyou love me now, and you’ve loved me since then, and we are back in Costa Rica to relive that sexy time in our lives.”
I pull her towards me the best I can over the center console and plant my lips on hers before she can swat me away.
“You are insufferable,” she giggles into my mouth. “Can’t you wait until we get inside? I don’t want to have to take the car to a detailer before we give it back to the rental agency.”
“Oh, is someone wet already?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Yeah, wet from the humidity. Let’s go inside.”
I chuckle at that. Harper hasn’t lost an iota of her spiciness in the past two years. In fact, I think she’s bumped it up a notch. I love it. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every single thing about her, even if she is shutting me down in the driveway of the villa where it all began.
We get out of the car and start walking towards the front door. It really is déjà vu right now. All the anxious feelings and tension flood back over me. This time the anxiety is from hoping she isn’t going to cockblock me all week, and the tension is because even after all these months, this girl still has the uncanny ability to make my dick hard simply by existing. That little white summer dress she has on does not make it any easier to resist her. Umm, that little white dress…a grin spreads across my face, and I grab her by the arm, yanking her back towards me.
“Hang on,” I say as her body crashes into mine.
“What?” she asks with apparent alarm on her face.
“If we are going to do this, I think we need to do it all the way,” I tell her.
“What are you talking–oh my God, Ash! Put me down!” Harper stops mid-sentence, shrieking as I toss her over my shoulder. Immediately, she starts kicking and squirming in my arms, giggling the whole time.
“There we go,” I say as I reach the doorway. “Just like old times.”
Once we are inside, I set her down and give her a kiss, but Harper just swats my chest. “You’re such an ass,” she says, and I laugh.
“Gosh,” she says, looking around the villa. “It’s hardly changed at all. Even the furniture is the same.”
“It is,” I say, running my hand across the edge of the couch before walking over to the glass doors to open up the room. The sweet, warm air comes in, and every nerve in my body relaxes with it.
“How’s the ocean?” She asks from behind me. “Does it still look the same?”
“Actually, it looks exactly the same,” I laugh. “It’s wild.”
“Well, the mini-bar is a little different this time,” she says, and I turn around to face her. “Check this out. We got a little gift from the locals.”
I walk over to Harper, and she hands me a bottle of rum with a note tied around the neck. The entire message is in Spanish, but luckily, Harper is great at translating.
“To our guests. Thank you for coming back. We follow the Gatsby Underground on social media, and as an exclusive rum distributor here in Costa Rica, we would be honored if you would represent us. Signed, Bahia Waves Rum Company.”
“No shit,” I say as I examine the bottle. “What do you say, baby? You think you can come up with something good with this stuff?”
“I’m sure I can think of something,” she says, opening the lower cabinet of the mini-bar. “They gave us plenty to experiment with.”
I look, and sure enough, they’ve left us nearly a dozen bottles. Then Harper giggles as she holds out the note again.
“PS: There’s more where this came from.”
“I’ll have to tell Jaylen,” I say, pulling my phone out to text him. “He’s going to freak.”
But before I can even pull up my text chain, Harper snags my phone from my hand and sets it on the counter behind her.
“Maybe later,” she says with a sultry smile. “Right now, I think we need to finish our tour of the villa. You know, check to be sure everything is just as we left it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grin and pull her to me for a kiss. I can feel her body reacting against mine, and I let my hands travel from her lower back down to her ass. Before I can slip them up under her little white dress, which, for the record, I know she wore on purpose, she pulls away, grabs my hand and guides me through the living room.
“You know,” I tell her as we make our way towards the open doors, “this time won’t be exactly like the last time we were here.”
