The Bad Boys of Eden (72 page)

With the next step he took, the wave rushed hard against his legs. He stumbled a little, and I slipped from his grip.  I plunged into the pool of water.  Luckily I didn’t do a face plant, but it was close.  I’d just managed to land on my knees.  Water splashed up into my face and soaked my clothes and hair.

Jakob turned in a panic. “You didn’t land on one did you?”

I shook my head and let out a shaky breath. “No, thank God.”

“All right get back on.”  He leaned down again and I scrambled onto his back as the waves continually crashed around us, the water line getting higher and higher.

After three more steps we were almost there. If I reached out I probably could’ve touched the rock.  He made one more step, and the waves washed over him, then I saw the telltale purple color in the foam near his foot and I swore under my breath.  Jakob swore out loud.

“
Scheisse!
”

I looked down and saw a dark blue veined tentacle wrapped around his ankle. My gut churned. Images from the movie
Aliens
came to my mind.

He hopped up and turned toward the rock.  I could reach the step without going into the water. I got off his back, and helped him onto the stair.  I held his arm, as he kicked off the jelly arm.  Thankfully it came off with one fling of his leg.

“Oh God, Jakob.  Are you okay?”

He nodded, but his face was strained.  He was definitely in a lot of pain.

“Can you climb the steps?”

He nodded again, but held out his arm toward me. I grabbed it, and we carefully moved up the stairs.  He couldn’t put any weight on his right ankle.  I looked at it.  It was all purple and had a dark red line around it.

When we reached the top, I helped Jakob sit in a spot on the grass.  “I’ll go get help.”

“I can walk.”

“Sit down and I will get help.  You already saved me, you don’t need to be a hero anymore.”

I ran along the path back to the resort.  I bolted into the lobby and shouted at the concierge. “I need a doctor.”

Laura rushed up to me. “What happened?”

“Jakob’s been stung by a Portuguese man o’ war. He’s down by the stairs to the secluded spot on the beach.”

A young man ran up to us. He had a medical kit with him. “Where is he?”

A half hour later, the medic named Shane, was applying a paste to Jakob’s ankle made up of crushed vitamin C tablets, baking soda and water.  He’d rinsed the wound with hot water firstly, and applied an ice pack to soothe the pain.  Shane said that vitamin C was the best thing to neutralize the venom.  He also gave Jakob four tablets to take orally.

As he was leaving, Shane gave me a whole bottle of vitamin C and told me to make sure Jakob took another four tablets in six hours or so.  I didn’t argue just waved goodbye and shut the door behind him.

I returned to Jakob who was propped up on the bed with a plethora of pillows behind his back and under his leg.  He looked really miserable and put out.  I had to smile. “You really hate being taken care of, don’t you?”

“It’s not needed.” He sat up and swung his leg off the bed. “The pain is gone.”

“Okay, then I guess I’ll go.”  I set the bottle of vitamin C on the table beside the bed. “You’re supposed to take four more in about six hours.”

“You will stay for dinner.  I will order us up something.”

“I could eat.”

“Good.”  He stood.  There was a knock at the door.

I followed him out to answer it.  Laura came in, carrying a garment bag. She set it down on the sofa. Along with a toiletry bag.

At my raised eyebrows, Jakob said, “I thought you would want to shower and change after our ordeal.”

“Have a lovely evening,” Laura said, then left the room.

“You’re very presumptuous.”  I unzipped the bag to reveal a short pale blue strapless dress.  It was gorgeous.  I felt the fabric and it was soft and flowy.

“It is part of what I do, anticipating another’s needs.”

I opened up the little bag. Inside were shampoo and conditioner, toothpaste and a toothbrush. Even some skin moisturizer.  The most expensive on the market.

“What exactly
do
you do for a living? You never did answer me before.”

“I procure things for people. Hard to get items.”

“And these people pay you pretty well I take it for that service.”

“Yes.”

I picked up the bag.  “Where’s the bathroom?”

He gestured toward the bedroom.  “There is a wonderful shower in the ensuite.”

I grabbed the dress and went into the bedroom.  I found the bathroom and it was huge.  Bigger than the one my parents had in their estate home.  I hung up the dress, set the toiletry bag down and shut the door. But I didn’t lock it.

Chapter Seven

Jakob was right about the shower. It was amazing. It was a large cube, glass on three sides that could easily accommodate four people comfortably.  Not that I was considering having a party in the shower. The main overhead nozzle was a large disk and it was like standing in a warm rain.  Then there were eight spray nozzles along the wall, four down each side.  It was a spa massage. And I needed it.

The entire time I showered I watched the door.  I had a mixture of feelings going on.  On one hand I’d hoped Jakob would just come in, like a boss.  Thinking he had every right to do so. But on the other hand, I didn’t want him to, because I was afraid of what I might’ve let happen. What I would’ve let him to do me.

He was the first man I’d ever met that I would’ve let take control. The first man that I wanted to surrender to.

And I wasn’t really sure why. I mean, I wasn’t one hundred percent positive that he was a nice man. He didn’t seem cruel just maybe not particularly gentle or kind. He was a man used to power and control. A man who commanded.  But I felt safe with him. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I trusted him.

I shut off the water, and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel, warm from the heated rack it had been hanging on, and wrapped it around my body.  As I dried off I kept staring at the door willing it to open.  Willing Jakob to walk through to dry me off himself.  That thought was an intense lust punch to the belly. I had to do something about it. If he wasn’t going to come to me, I was going out to him.

Once I was dry, I kept the towel wrapped around my chest, and opened the bathroom door.  I peered out into the bedroom.

“Jakob?”

“In here.”

I walked out into the living room, a come hither look on my face. “I thought maybe you could wash my…” I cut my words off as I came to screeching halt.

Three faces turned toward me. Jakob’s, and my mom and dad’s.

Just fucking perfect
.

“Hello darling,” my mom said. Her eyes were wide and she looked like she was struggling not to smile.

“When your parents heard about our ordeal, they were naturally worried,” Jakob explained, “So I thought to invite them up to have dinner with us.”

“Awesome. I’ll just go get dressed.”  I turned on my heel and walked back into the bedroom, then into the bathroom.

I shut the door and leaned against it, stifling a mortified scream.  I couldn’t believe that just happened.  How the hell was I going to be able to go back in there and face everyone? I’d completely embarrassed myself.  But it would be worse if I didn’t go back.

I let the towel drop, and I pulled on the dress.  There was a zipper in back, so I turned it around, did it up and turned it back.  It was a precise fit and the color was perfect for my skin tone.  Jakob had good taste. The man certainly knew what he was doing. I was probably not the first girl he’d procured for a few days on an island getaway.

I didn’t have my makeup with me, I didn’t use much anyway, but there was some lip gloss in the toiletry bag.  I combed out my hair, twisted it up into a bun and pinned it.  I slicked on the gloss, and pinched my cheeks to bring a little more color to them.  The image in the mirror was pretty good for ten minutes of prep time.

After taking in a few deep breaths, I opened the door and walked back into the living room.

“Oh don’t you look pretty.” My mom greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks.”

My dad gave me a hug.  “Jakob was just telling us about the Portuguese man o war on the beach.”

“Yup. It sucked.”

“Good thing he was there, hey honey?  You might’ve been sleeping on the beach.” My dad chuckled.

“Oh I think Ivy would’ve gotten out of there just fine on her own.” Jakob gestured to the dining room table near the windows.  It was already set with our food. “Shall we eat?”

He pulled out a chair for me. As I sat, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “You look beautiful.”  I smiled at him as he took the chair next to me.

We dined on grilled lobster with mango butter.  I usually wasn’t one for seafood, but the meal was exceptional.  While we ate, my dad kept a running commentary about some of the interesting bands he’d filmed music videos for.  I was worried that Jakob would find it boring, but he seemed amused by my dad’s animated storytelling abilities.

I laughed at all the stories. Although I’d heard them before, I hadn’t heard my dad talk about them this way in a long time.  Actually I hadn’t heard my dad laugh and joke around like this in years. Before they had problems.

A waiter stayed in the room while we dined, and refilled our glasses and took away our plates.  He also returned with dessert, which was a caramelized banana and chocolate torte.  The moment I put the first bite into my mouth I knew I’d found paradise.

“Oh my God, that’s good.”

“I have been to many five star resorts but Eden always has the best food.” Jakob wiped his mouth with a napkin, and set it down on the table.

The waiter cleared the table for us, then set down two bottles of wine.  “If that will be all Mr. Werner.”

“Yes. Thank you Kevin.”

Jakob poured wine for everyone.

“I take it you have been here before?” my mom asked.

“Yes, I often have business with Mr. Vardalos.”

“What kind of business are you in?”

“I own a brokerage firm.  I buy and sell rare and expensive items for people.”

“That’s interesting.” My mom looked at me and smiled.

“Must be lucrative,” my dad said.

“Yes, it is.”

My mom’s smile widened.

I shook my head at her.  She was probably already imagining what my wedding was going to look like, and who was going to design my dress.  Ever since I grew boobs she’s been dreaming about my wedding to some rich and powerful man.

I kept telling her that marriage was not on my list of dos.  But I don’t think she heard me, like ever. I didn’t want her life. She met my dad when she was seventeen and he was twenty-four on the set of music video shoot for some huge band at the time.  After dating for six months, they got married. I came along three years later.  Although my mom seemed content about her life, it wasn’t what I wanted.

After a glass of wine, my parents finally left.  They both kissed and hugged me, and invited me over for lunch at their beach cottage tomorrow.  Earlier they didn’t want to hang out with me on the island, but now that Jakob was in the picture, my mom probably wanted all the juicy details. She was going to be disappointed, because there wasn’t any.

When they were gone, Jakob filled my glass with more wine, then led me over to the sofa.  I was suddenly nervous again.  We sat on the same sofa this time.  I took a sip but I probably shouldn’t have, as I was already feeling the effects from the glass I had with dinner. Alcohol, sun and adrenaline just didn’t mix well.

I set the wine on the table. “I should probably go.”

Jakob lifted that eyebrow again.  “Why?”

“Because honestly I don’t think you and I are going to happen.”

“As in, sex?”

I nodded. “Things just seem to get in our way. So maybe it’s just not supposed to be.”  I stood, intending to grab my purse and go.

“There’s nothing in our way right now.”

He stood as well. We were only a couple feet apart.  Definitely within grabbing distance.

For some reason I wanted to protest. The man scared me. I trusted him but I was still afraid of what I would do for him.  The way my body vibrated for him, I thought I’d do…
anything
.

He moved toward me. His arm came out and he grasped me around the waist and pulled me to him.  His other hand cupped me around the neck and leaning in, he kissed me. I reached up to hold onto his shoulders as he took my mouth.

The kiss was hard and hungry. He devoured me with his lips and tongue.  He tasted like the sweet wine we’d just drunk.  When he pulled back, I was breathless and dizzy.  Keeping me pressed to him, he walked me backwards until my ass hit the window.

He kissed me again until I was panting, then he spun me around so I was facing the window. Before I could protest, he dropped to his knees and inched the hem of my dress up my thighs. I was shaking so bad, I had to brace my hands against the glass.

When he pushed the fabric up over my bare ass, he groaned.  I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You’re a bad girl, Ivy.”

I licked my lips, unsure if I wanted to play this game.  “I am?”

“Yes, you’re not wearing panties.”

“But I thought…”

He slapped one ass cheek with the palm of his hand.  I gasped from the shock of it, not because it hurt.  “You’re bad, and you know what bad girls get?”

“Spanked?”

“Yes.”

He slapped my other cheek.  It sent a surprising ripple of pleasure over my body. I’d never been spanked before. It was a kink I could definitely get behind.

Jakob slapped his hand across my ass again and again, until my skin felt a bit warm.  I imagined if I looked in a mirror my cheeks would be a little pink.  With every smack I gasped, until I was anticipating it by sticking my ass out a little further.  I liked it.  It made me hot and wet between the thighs.

“Open your legs.”

When I did, he gripped my ass cheeks and buried his face between them. He licked me from clit to anus and back again until I was quivering hot mess. He stood and slowly unzipped my dress. It fell to the floor and his hands cupped my breasts. He kissed the back of my neck and along my shoulder, as one hand trailed down my belly to cup me.  I bit down on my lip as he circled my clit with his fingers.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” His voice was low and guttural, heavy with desire.

“Yes,” I panted.  “Yes.”

His hand left my breast, and I heard the sound of the zipper on his pants being drawn downwards.  I glanced over my shoulder, as he nudged the tip of his cock between my thighs.  He kept my gaze while he slowly entered me. His eyes darkened, and he clenched his jaw, until he was fully seated inside.

Then his hand was on my back, pushing me forward and he thrusted hard and fast.  I could barely get a breath as he rammed into me again and again.  His fingers worked vigorously at my clit.  I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the glass.  Every muscle in my body clenched and trembled.

I pushed back as he pushed forward until we were in perfect delicious rhythm.  Sweat dripped onto my back as he worked hard in me.  As he rutted fast and deep.  I gasped with each thrust of his body. It no longer belonged to me.  It was his.  I was his.  He owned me in that moment.  And he was hollowing me out until I was raw.

I braced against the window as my body tightened, preparing for the big release that it wanted so badly.  I was out of control.  I couldn’t end it even if I wanted to.  The roof could cave in on us, and I don’t think we’d be able to stop. We were both too far gone.  Wild crazy passion had us in its claws and it could rip and tear at me and I’d welcome it.

Jakob buried one hand in my hair and the other gripped my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh.  He slammed into me hard, grunting as he did.  I could feel his muscles shaking as he came.  He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me tight and close, his face pressed to my slick sweaty back.

“Oh God!”  I came in hot rush, banging my hands against the glass. I don’t think I’d ever orgasmed that hard before. It was intense and I swore I almost blacked out.

I could feel him moving behind me. I think he was kicking out of his pants. Then he pulled out, and turned me to face him.  His gaze roamed my face, then he took my cheeks in his hands and kissed me hard.   His hands moved down to my shoulders, caressing and touching as they went down my back to my ass.  Gripping me firmly, he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom.  He tossed me onto the mattress with a growl.

I was laughing as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. The man was built something fierce.  Defined pecs, abs that went on forever, and a dick that made my mouth water.  He was like the statue of David with a hardon.

The second he was naked, he joined me on the bed, lying next to me.  “Now we do it right.”

“That wasn’t right?” I laughed. “Felt pretty damn right to me.”

He pressed his lips to my shoulder, then to my breast. He drew his tongue across my nipple and made me shudder.  “No, was too fast.”

“Fast is good sometimes.”

“Yes, but now that I have you like this, I will feast on your body for at least two hours.”  He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard.

I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. I was in deep trouble.