Chapter 4

4

OLIVIA

" D o you know how to ride a moped?"

Oliver's eyebrows wrinkle. "You mean a small motorcycle?"

"Yes."

"I used to own a big bike, so I guess I'll be fine."

"It might be too small for you, though."

"That's what I thought about you at first." The corner of his mouth lifts, and I want to swipe that devilish smirk on his face.

Heat snakes through my belly as I remember how I lost control last night, how good it felt to have him inside me, and how we both came seconds apart.

I want him again. What the hell is wrong with me? Is this my life now? Horny whenever he's around? Horny even when he's not?

"Let's go." I bump his arm, which is a mistake because it's like bumping a rock, and walk ahead of him.

Oliver pulls my arm, turning me around, before he wraps those huge arms around me. It breaks something in me. I haven't been hugged like this in a long time. Mom is the same height as me, so a bear hug is out of the question.

I've forgotten how good it feels, how safe it makes me, so I hug him back and burrow my face in his hard chest, savoring this feeling and inhaling his musky scent.

He doesn't let go, so I let my hands travel under his shirt and along the taut muscles of his lower back. We had to buy a tie-dyed souvenir shirt with "Not A Tourist" in big, bold letters and shorts because of course he didn't bring any.

"Oli, please. If you continue doing that, the only diving that's gonna happen is me in your pussy."

Immediately, I drop my hands and lean back, lifting my face to look at him. The sun shines behind him, and dammit, he looks like a God. Built like one too.

We ride a moped that's small for him, but he surprises me yet again. He doesn't complain and simply follows the directions I give him—sometimes accompanied by hard smacks on his back and yelling.

It's a thirty-minute ride, and as I look out over the cliff, I notice the low tide. Perfect.

We walk the rest of the way in silence, being extra careful not to trip over the jagged edges pressing against our soles. The rocks are slippery in places and coated with thin films of seaweed.

Excitement bubbles in me when the air fills with the tangy scent of salt and the distant crash of waves. The tidal pools come into view, and Oliver sucks in a sharp breath.

It makes me so damn proud to see his reaction. I love my island. I love my home. Every single thing about it is beautiful and perfect, and this is one of my favorite spots. It's where I go when I want to swim in peace, when I want to distance myself from the world, or when I simply want to quiet the chaos in my head.

"Jesus, it's beautiful." Oliver's voice is low and filled with awe.

That I understand. No expensive camera can do justice to how it looks in person. I come here at least twice a week, and I'm still left speechless every single time.

The crystal clear blue water glistens under the sun while tiny vibrant fishes dart between the underwater rocks.

I'm about to turn and say something sarcastic to Oliver when he yanks the shirt above his head, revealing washboard abs, and jumps into the natural pool.

For someone who came from the big city, that dive is a 10/10 for me.

When he resurfaces, he laughs. "Come on, Oli. The water's so cool."

I let him wade across and smile to myself. All of the other lawyers before him were arrogant assholes. If they could, they would grab our land from us and leave us with nothing but the clothes on our backs.

When news of another negotiator reached me, I went scorched earth, which was why I greeted him with zero politeness and a hundred percent fury.

Big mistake.

Who would have thought he was like this?

I shimmy out of my dress, leaving me in my bikini, and leap after him. I break the surface beside Oliver, shaking my head and sending droplets of water flying to him.

He laughs and swims closer to me, pushing my wet hair out of my face. With his hand cupping my jaw, he kisses me slowly and tenderly, molding his lips to mine.

Just like that, I melt into him and feel the familiar tingle of excitement and anticipation running through me.

When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead on mine. "I understand why you don't want tourists to spoil this place. I'd be angry too if someone tried destroying it."

I lean back to look at him. "The locals don't have problems with a few tourists, but thousands a month? We can't handle it. We're peaceful people. That much chaos would drive us crazy."

"I know. Don't worry about it. I'll talk to my brother."

"You have a plan?"

"I do. He already has a huge chunk of land. He can still build his resort, just not as expansive as he initially hoped."

"That's good actually. Just enough to help with the local economy, but not too much that they leave destruction in their wake."

"I understand that. I saw how ‘progression' destroys islands and nature." He hooks a finger under my chin. "I won't renege on my promise to you."

"Damn right. I still have 100 other ways, remember?" I splash him and cast a mischievous glance over my shoulder. "Let's go to the other side."

We swim to the far side, where the water is not as deep and the rocks form a natural ledge. We can stand comfortably on the shallow end, and the water is only waist-deep for me. Some of the rocks higher up enclose us, creating some sort of amphitheater.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I say as I lift my head to gaze overhead. Years of living here and it still takes my breath away.

"Very beautiful."

I look at Oliver, but he's staring at me instead, naked hunger flaring in his eyes. My body responds instantaneously, wetness blooming between my thighs.

For the past few days, whatever initial attraction I had toward him has only intensified. I'm setting myself up for a possible heartbreak since I find myself getting more attached to someone who can leave any minute.

But whatever.

I've never felt this way, either, so go big or go home, right?

Oliver pounces on me, and we become a tangle of limbs. We can't get enough of each other, and I want to feel him everywhere and have him hit the spot that makes my toes curl.

He lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist before he unties my top, leaving the small fabric hanging uselessly on my chest. I should feel conscious of how small my boobs are, but I don't. The way he's panting, pupils blown wide, is more than enough to tamp all the insecurities threatening to bubble to the surface.

"Perfect." His voice is low and gravelly, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

Oliver lowers his mouth, but instead of kissing me, he sucks the skin on my collarbone, shooting zaps of pleasure through me. It's going to leave a mark that will take days to fade. He knows what he's doing, as though he's trying to brand me.

God, yes.

With one hand, he tugs his shorts down and grabs his massive cock, sliding it along my pussy, with nothing but my bikini bottom between us.

I want it so badly that I squirm in his arms, making him chuckle darkly. "You want this, Oli?"

"Y-yes."

"My cock inside your tight pussy?"

"Fuck, yes. Please, Oliver. Fuck me, please. Right now. Right here."

"Such a needy little thing, but who am I to say no?"

He wedges the tip against my entrance, and I tighten my legs around his middle and my arms around his neck. He's so hard he doesn't need to guide it anymore. Instead, his hands go to my thighs, lifting me, and in one swift movement, he rams his hips forward.

Spots of color dance before my eyes.

I let out a long moan, which spurs him to go faster, thrusting into me, filling me with his thick girth, hitting that spot again and again until I see stars.

"Fuck, Oli. Fuck. This pussy is so tight. So good. And mine. All mine," he mumbles against my ear.

A knot of tension winds tighter and tighter in my belly, and I round my hips, meeting his drives, rubbing my clit against anything. My orgasm slams into me, and I scream his name through clenched teeth.

My inner muscles flutter around him when I feel him swell inside of me.

"Jesus, Olivia. You drive me crazy. Fuck!"

His muscles are strung tightly under my fingertips, and with one final thrust, he kisses me hard and fills me with hot, endless spurts, some trickling down to my other hole.

"You know, love. This is the only time I didn't get what I came here for." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and plants a soft kiss on my jaw. "But it's the only one where I truly feel like a winner."