Chapter 11
CORY
Staring at Emma, something boiled up inside of me. She did this on purpose—she had to have done this just to spite me. I couldn't pretend to know why, but I didn't see how she didn't realize what she was doing to me on the inside.
With her hair pulled up and away from her face, I got a look at her delicate neck and collarbone, the sexy black sleeveless dress she was wearing pulled tightly across her chest so that her glowing white cleavage just peeked over the top of it. She looked like she'd just come from the beach at sunset, the red wrap around her billowing in the breeze. I had to shake my thoughts clear just to keep my damn mouth shut.
Dinner was mainly uneventful with the usual kind of conversation. Or maybe it was exciting—I wouldn't know. I couldn't concentrate on anything that anyone was saying except for the few times Emma spoke up or smiled. It was impossible not to keep staring at her, conversation be damned.
"We're going to keep it very small. Only fifty people or so, I'd say. Right, Jeremy?" Mom asked him.
"Yes, although your mother insists on adding two or three new people every time I turn around," he replied, winking at me.
"She does like to spring surprises on you, that's true." I wasn't exactly in the mood to hear about all the details.
As the dessert was brought out, I wondered if Emma had her phone hidden somewhere in her attire. If she was going to drive me crazy by dressing like an island goddess, then surely she wouldn't mind me complimenting her on it?
I'm really liking you in that dress, I texted. Very nice. I'd also really like to see you out of that dress. Maybe in my room later?
I sent it and sat back in the chair, half-expecting to hear a ding or a buzzing coming from across the table. I waited. And waited some more, the smug smile fading from my face.
When it was clear that Emma wasn't going to be picking up her phone any time soon, I cleared my throat. "You look very nice tonight, Emma," I said, interrupting the quiet talking between our parents.
Emma, looking like a deer caught in headlights, immediately blushed just like I thought she would. "Um, thank you, C-Cory. You look nice, too."
My mom looked at Emma’s father, both sharing the same expression of relief and happiness. I could just hear the conversation back in their room now: "Aww, isn't it great that the kids get along?" "Absolutely. The better they get to know each other, the closer they'll get, I'm sure. It's fantastic that they like each other."
Ha, if they only knew.
Emma, who was still startled that I'd addressed her at all, didn't even finish her dessert before claiming to need some sleep after the long plane ride. My shoulders slumped as she nearly rushed off the terrace, her red wrap flailing after her. I hadn't even realized she'd been barefoot the whole time…
"I do hope she feels better," Mom said with a look of genuine concern on her face.
"She'll be fine, I'm sure," Jeremy said, helping himself to another slice of the pineapple tart. "She needs to get used to the planes and the traveling, especially with Italy coming up for her so soon."
Italy. I'd almost forgotten that Emma would be leaving for the summer. As stupid and irrational as it was, another stab of jealousy went through me, this time because I knew some idiot Italian guy would probably try and sweep her off her adorable feet. She'd be banging him by the Florence moonlight, me completely forgotten in her mind.
Get ahold of yourself, I told myself. Stop worrying about what she does or doesn't end up doing, and chill the fuck out. I never got worked up about a girl like this. I had way more important things to worry about, like the vineyard, the ranch, my horses…
Jumping to my feet, I mumbled something about needing a shower, and left my mom and Jeremy to their much-wanted alone time. I felt like going for a run, something I used to do every morning before checking in on the horses. I made a mad dash back to my room and changed into a pair of running shorts, glad that I had the forethought of bringing them with me.
With the sun setting on the western coast of the small island, I pumped my legs hard, steadying my breathing, my quads and calves nearly screaming as I circled around.
Emma's mouth drawn up into a cute smile. Her nibbling on her lip as she was in deep thought. That same lip tugged between my teeth…
I stopped back at the small bridge that led deeper into the jungle of the island, the sunlight almost completely gone. Bending over to catch my breath, I grunted from the effort. Dammit, I thought the run would help but it only fed the dirty visions of Emma in my head.
Pacing around, I glanced at the backside of the smaller villa all the way to the right, knowing that inside of it, Emma was in her bed. Possibly even naked. Maybe even waiting for me…
My footsteps led me right to her door, my hands balled up in fists at my side. I desperately wanted to bang on her door, hot with need. If I couldn't get her off my mind, then maybe I needed her on my dick.
Drawing in a deep breath, I dropped my arm as soon as I raised it. No. I need to stop acting like a mare in heat.
Slowly retreating back to my room, I stripped myself of my shorts and boxer-briefs, tossing the gray Calvin Kleins into a corner somewhere behind me. My legs may have been done for the evening, but everything else was pumping overtime, my brain included.
The lights flipped on as I hit the switch, nearly blinding me with my own sweaty reflection in the mirror. I looked like a hot mess, in need of a shave and then some. I wonder if Emma preferred the stubble rubbing against her inner thighs…
The faucet squeaked to life when I turned the knob to the left, the shower-head hanging from the ceiling made to resemble an island rainstorm. The water was warm, too warm for me to get rid of the thoughts in my head, so I turned it more to the right. Goosebumps broke out across my tan skin as the water sluiced down my chest and abs.
There was already a bar of soap waiting for me, so I got to work, scrubbing my face and shoulders first before making my way down my chest and stomach.
I imagined Emma's fingers wrapping around my hard cock, stroking me slowly. Such a fucking tease she was, that cute little smirk on her face not fooling anyone… I pictured her dropping to her knees, cupping my balls in her hand as she worked my shaft.
With my cock stiffening even under the frigid water, I ran my hand over it, feeling as though I would explode if I didn't jack off right away. I squeezed the head of my le
ngth, thinking about how hot it would be to watch my dick disappear between Emma's warm lips.
"Mmm," I moaned, my leg muscles starting to give out on me. I leaned my arm against the shower to help hold myself up, the water running down my back as I imagined surprising her in her room right now. Having her suck my cock with my hands wrapped up in her luscious hair. Her wet tongue trailing down until she licked my balls, and oh fuck… the noises she'd make…
"Fuck!" I yelled, pounding my fist against the dark tile as I spurted cum all along the wall. The last image of Emma's head bobbing between my thighs was all it took to finally get some relief.
Chapter 12
EMMA
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I knew I should be out enjoying the absolutely stunning vision of the beach instead of lazing around in my room, hoping for some privacy, so I pulled my bikini out of the suitcase. Holding it up in front of the many different bathing suit designs hanging on the rack, I twisted around and looked in the mirror. Did I want to wear the same old plain black bikini I always wore? Or did I want to step outside my comfort zone and try something new?
I blew a piece of hair out of my face, smoothing out the deep burgundy bikini bottoms over my ass, turning to get a good look at it in the mirror. The bottoms were low-cut, hugging my hips perfectly, while the top was both sexy and sophisticated—matching burgundy halter bikini, with the keyhole of cleavage covered by a burgundy mesh.
Throwing my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head, I grabbed my sunglasses and went out into the main grand villa.
“Excuse me?” I called out to one of the maids I recognized from yesterday. “Um, hi. Which way do I go to get to the pool?”
“If you go out the back terrace, there’s a small bridge that leads up deeper into the island. Once you cross it, you’ll see the steps to the pool. It’s up on an elevated deck, overlooking the ocean,” she said. “There are towels and anything else you may need already there. Will you be needing any drinks? Wine? A cocktail, maybe?”