Found this chapter I wrote nearly four years ago. Dusted it off a bit and figured it would give me something to work on during this quarantine. I hope you and your family are all staying safe out there. Sending love and positivity your way.
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“Hot damn,” Mya thought as her gaze travelled hungrily over the man making his way towards her seat at the bar. She’d been at this lame welcome party for over a hour and hadn’t seen him, so he must’ve just arrived.
Maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought.
“Mingle,” her sister had said before merging into the crowd of family and friends. She had scoffed at her sister’s back and made a beeline for the bar instead. If she was going to be forced to endure this, she might as well enjoy herself.
Mya had been dreading this week. She knew she should be happy, it was her big sister’s wedding after all, but she couldn’t let go of the fact that she’d be the quintessential single girl spending a week in Hawaii...alone. As her gaze travelled over the tall, handsome man walking towards her she wondered if maybe he could entertain her a bit while she was trapped on this godforsaken island.
The man was gorgeous, and older too if she was to guess from the slight greying at his temples.
“Hey there,” he drawled once he reached her. His thick baritone voice had her squirming as she tried to appear unfazed by his mere presence.
“Hi. Mya,” she introduced herself, sticking her hand out to him in greeting. He took it, turning it over and placing a light kiss on the back of it.
“You must be a friend or family of the groom,” she continued once he’d let go of her hand. “I’ve never seen you before.”
“The groom. We grew up together. You must be a Holmes sister.”
“How’d you know?”
“You all have some very strong genes. I was told we were wedding partners.”
“Ahh. So you must be Nathanial then.”
“At your service. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Kamiyah,” he smiled. “I’ve heard lots about you.”
“I’m sure you have. Probably from Kasey. She has always been the talker of the family. ”
“And what are you?”
“The intelligent one,” she joked.
“See here, I was going to say the beautiful one.”
“Oh please,” she said with a wave of her hand. “That title would definitely go to Kamyrn.”
“Well no offense to the lovely Kamryn, but I’d have to respectfully disagree. When Kasey told me I was paired with her little sister, she failed to mention how insanely gorgeous you are. And humble too,” he chuckled at her embarrassed face.
“Hey Uncle Nate!” Mya was glad for the interruption. She let out an inaudible sigh of relief as her eldest sister Kasey walked up with her soon-to-be-husband, River. If Nathanial had kept talking to her in that sensual drawl of his, she’d be a puddle of goo in minutes.
“Uncle?” Mya asked, turning towards him. “How old are you?”
Inside she was panicking. Did she just get hit on by a senior citizen? I mean he looked great. She’d pegged him in his mid thirties, but definitely not old enough to be her brother-in-law’s uncle.
“Thirty-six. He’s the old one darling. Got me beat by three months.”
“Oh,” she said slightly relieved. That only put him at…eleven years older than her, she counted dismally. No way in hell did she have a chance with him.
“Yeah I know,” River joked. “Odd family dynamics. He’s more like the little brother I never wanted.”
“Better watch your mouth, nephew,” Nate threw back teasingly. “Wouldn’t want me to embarrass you in front of your future family.”
“Well we came to introduce you two, but you seem to be getting along well without us,” Kasey said. “Now Nate, you be nice to my baby sister okay? We older Holmes sisters get very protective of her.”
“Duly noted. I will be nothing short of gentlemanly,” he promised.
He hadn’t had a single gentlemanly thought since laying eyes on her. Unless you counted wanting to help her out of her clothes and into his bed.
“Good. Keep an eye on her will you?”
“I don’t need a babysitter Kase. I’m twenty-five, not twelve in case you’ve forgotten.”
“I haven’t, but I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“I’ll take care of her,” Nate supplied, stepping closer towards Mya. Her smell was intoxicating. A mixture of coconut, lavender, and the faint smells of the island. He wanted more, but he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell of catching her interest. She may have entertained him a bit with a little flirting, but realistically he was far too old for her.
“You don’t need to be my babysitter,” Mya spoke once the pair was gone.
“Not a babysitter. More like a bodyguard. Keep all the bad men away.”
“And what if I want them near me,” she asked as she turned her attention back to the bar. She ordered another one of the signature cocktails before leaning her elbows on the bar behind her as she waited. Nate stood on her left side, his firm chest brushing her shoulder ever so slightly.
“Then I’d have to admit, I’d be insanely jealous.”
“You sure are a flirt aren’t you Nathanial?”
“What can I say? I always speak my mind.”
“Well can you dance as smoothly as you talk?”
“How about I show you,” he said holding out his hand. She grabbed it, but not before downing her cocktail in three short gulps.
“Slow down there. I told your sister, I’d look out for you. Wouldn’t look too good on me if you ended up throwing up on the dance floor.”
“It would take a lot more than a few weak cocktails.”
He led her to the dance floor where they fell into an easy groove. Nate skillfully guiding her body with his. He couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips at the sight of the large grin on her face. Song after song played as they danced amongst the other couples.
“So how am I doing?” Nate asked looking down at her smiling face.
“Not bad for an old man.”
“Old?” he asked bemused. “I’m only a few years older than you.”
“A few is three Nathanial…not eleven.”
“Age ain’t nothing but a number sweetheart,” he said as the song flowed into a slower melody. He pulled her closer, his hand resting respectfully on her hip. The other encased her smaller hand in his. He twirled her and dipped her slightly. “Besides darling, I’m like a fine wine. Better with age.”
“Better how?” Her gaze flickered down to his lips. She shouldn’t. She couldn’t, but boy did she want to.
“With my hands,” he said as the hand that rested on her hip dipped low and cupped her cheek. He pressed her closer to his body, before sliding the hand down her thigh. His explorations were hidden by the mass of bodies around him. Thankfully, as he figured the older Holmes sisters probably wouldn’t take too kindly to him feeling their baby sister up on the dance floor...or anywhere for that matter. “I’m real good at fixing things.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Anything else?”
“Hmm,” he thought before giving her a wicked smirk. “I’d have to say my lips. Couldn’t whistle worth a damn when I was younger.”
“So you’re a whistling repairman. You’re right. Older men are better,” she teased.
“That and so much more darling. I wish I could show you.”
“Well why can’t you?”
“Because what I have in mind involves just the two of us.”
“Well in that case, walk me to my room?”
“Kamiyah,” he said, closing his eyes. “I shouldn’t.”
“Why not? Actually you know what, I don’t think I want to know.” She couldn’t bear to hear him reject her. So she’d tuck her tail between her legs and flee before he could get the words out. “Goodnight Nathanial. I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow,” she said as she pulled herself from his hold and made her way towards the exit.
“Shit,” he said under his breath as he watched her go. He knew he shouldn’t follow her. That he shouldn’t take her up on her offer, but damn if he didn’t want to. He wasn’t lying when he’d said she was insanely gorgeous. She was hands down the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and dancing with her had only served to heighten his lust for her.
Fuck it. He pushed aside everything in his body telling him not to go after her. She was already out of the banquet hall and storming down a small path that led to the lodging part of the hotel by the time he caught up with her. He may have had half a foot on her, but she was a quick little thing.
“Mya,” he called out causing her to stop in her tracks.
“What?” she asked, clearly annoyed. He wasted no time. He pulled her towards him before capturing her lips with his. He pushed at the door to his left, pulling her in behind him without breaking the kiss.
“I thought you shouldn’t?” she asked between heavy breaths once they finally pulled apart. She took in their surroundings noting that it was a single person bathroom he’d pulled them into.
“I said fuck it. Darling I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Yeah well I’ve been wet since the moment I saw you.”
“Jesus,” he breathed, trapping her against the counter. “Are you always this forward?”
“Only when I see something I want. And right now I want you Nathanial.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she spoke as she tugged at his belt.
“Not yet,” he said. His voice had gone an octave lower. His eyes were dangerously dark. She felt a shiver run through her as she anticipated what was to come. He pulled her dress up before picking her up, placing her on the edge of the sink.
“Mmm you weren’t lying,” he purred as he ran his hand over her clothed mound. “You’re fucking soaked sweetheart.”
“So are you going to show me what all this better with age crap was about, or was it just that….crap?”
“Are you challenging me?”
“Possibly?” she grinned. He pushed her panties aside before lazily stroking her outer lips.
“Kamiyah. Kamiyah. My sweet Kamiyah. I’m going to take you back to my room and show you just how terribly those little boys you’ve been with have treated you. But first,” he said, suddenly inserting two fingers into her slick channel. “I’m dying to know if you taste as good as you look.” His fingers were knuckle deep, her channel tight as his fingers pumped in and out of her. It wasn’t long before her hips began to match his tempo and she rode his fingers hoping for some relief to the tension she’d had building since he’d sauntered up to her at the bar.
“Don’t,” Mya begged when he pulled his fingers from her greedy pussy.
“Close?” he asked, getting a nod in return.
“Good,” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth. His eyes closed and he let out a deep moan before opening them and setting his fierce gaze on her. “Let’s go.”
“How’d you get a villa to yourself?” she asked a bit perturbed. She had been stuck sharing a suite with the third Holmes sister, Kamyrn. As if being stuck on this island wasn’t bad enough, she was forced to reside with her sister.
“I paid for it myself.”
“What did you say you did again for a living?”
“I didn’t. I own my own business.”
“Well that’s not elusive at all. Is it a brothel?”
“No. Why did you assume it was a brothel?”
“I don’t know. First thing that came to mind,” she shrugged.
“Hmm. Don’t know if I should be offended.”
“Why? I’m sure not all brothel owners are sketchy,” she ended as she stared at him intensely.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked as he loosened his tie.
“You could’ve had any woman in the room. Even the taken ones. Yet I’m the lucky winner...for tonight at least. Just trying to figure out...” He pulled her flush against his body, cutting off her sentence. She could feel just how much he wanted her.
“There’s nothing to figure out. You did this to me. You. No one else. All night I’ve been walking around like this darling. Because of you.”
“Oh,” she mumbled as she felt his hard length press against her.
“Yeah oh. So tell me Kamiyah, do you want this or not?”
“What if I say no?”
“Then I’ll ask you what movie you want to watch, and pray that you wouldn't ask me to just walk you back to your room instead.”
“Really?” she asked, the disbelief clouding her face.
“Hoping to use the extra time to seduce me?” She laughed.
“No, Kamiyah. I may be a brute at times, but I would never try to force myself on a woman. We could use the extra time to get to know each other. After all, we are wedding partners.”
“But if I said yes?”
“Then I’d really get to know you. Hell we might even miss breakfast.”
“How could I possibly say no?”
“I was hoping you wouldn't,” he spoke as his lips trailed over her skin. He couldn't wait to see the rest of her. He was itching to run his hands over every inch of her. Never had he been so drawn to a woman as he was drawn to her in this moment. His heart seemed to still as he saw the unwavering gaze of lust that she set upon him. Yeah, they were definitely going to miss breakfast. Hell lunch and dinner too if he had his way.
His fingers trailed down the back of her neck gently before tugging at her zipper. He pulled it down in one fluid motion and watched as it pooled at her feet leaving her in an olive green bra and matching lace panties. She stepped out of it, eliminating the small gap between them. Slowly, she began unclasping his shirt, each button revealing more of the toned chest beneath it. She couldn’t resist running her hands along his rippled abdomen. Nate happily obliged her exploration, reveling in the feel of her soft hands against his hard body.
“You're beautiful,” she breathed quietly.
“I’d say the same about you, but beautiful doesn't do you any justice. You take my breath away,” he spoke honestly. He turned her so that her back melded against his front as his lips skimmed the smooth expanse of her neck. God she smelled delectable and he couldn't wait to eat her up. Her hand snaked up, pressing his head deeper into the crook of her neck as he peppered her kisses.
“Oh god,” she breathed as the hand he had resting on her stomach trailed beneath her underwear. It wasn't long before she was grinding against his prodding fingers, seeking the release she so desperately craved earlier in the bathroom.
“Please don't stop,” she begged as she felt her release coming soon.
“Nathanial,” she moaned as her orgasm hit her. As she came down, her only thought was finding out if he was good at sex as he was at the foreplay.
She spun, pulling his head down to hers in a demanding kiss. It was a battle of tongues as both fought for dominance. They pulled away, trying to catch their breath as they stared unflinchingly at each other, neither willing to compromise control.
Nathanial smiled at her stubbornness. If she wanted to play the hard way, he was game.
He unclasped her bra, throwing it away before he reached for her underwear, which she happily stepped out of. Nate’s chest heaved as she unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them to the ground along with his boxer briefs. Shoes and sandals came off leaving them both completely bare to the other.
Kamiyah didn't get a good chance to look at what he was packing before he pulled her body against his. Oh but did she feel it. And feel it she did. Hot, hard, and thick. She could feel every ridge of him pressed against her.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked as he held up a condom in his hand.
“Yes Nathanial. Now either fuck me or let me get dressed so I can find somebody who will.”
A throaty grumble of disapproval rumbled through him as he thought of her leaving him to be with another man. He ripped the condom open, rolling it down the length of him quickly before scooping her up into his hold. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, which left the head of his penis positioned perfectly against her slick folds.
“There will be no one else,” he hissed as he brought her down onto his stiff member. “No one.”
Kamiyah’s hands wrapped around his neck as she let out a cry of pleasure at the feel of him stretching her.
“Fuck,” she let out, her head falling back in ecstacy.
“Oh that’s exactly what I plan to do sweetheart.” He began guiding her up and down his dick, slowly at first to let her get accustomed to him.
Kamiyah tugged at his hair as he began to pick up his pace.
“Nathanial,” Mya moaned as her hands clutched at his curly hair.
“That’s right darling. Yell my fucking name.”
Sweat coated their bodies like a second skin as he continued to assault her body in the most delicious way.
“Who’s in charge Kamiyah?”
“Me,” she whispered deviously. The smirk on her face ignited him even more. He pressed her against the wall, grabbing her chin in his hold. The smile on her face grew as she saw the fire blazing in his eyes.
“Let’s try this again,” he said with a sharp slap to her left ass cheek. The sensation brought a gasp to her lips as the slight pain gave way to pleasure that clearly showed on her face. He took in her reaction, storing that bit of information away for later. So she liked a little pain with her pleasure. Good to know.
“Who’s in charge Kamiyah?” he asked again, slowing his strokes. She nearly caved. Nearly, but she wasn’t giving up that easily. She knew he would best her eventually, but she’d have her fun first.
He slammed into her hard, knocking the breath from her. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her skin begin to prickle.
“Kamiyah,” he warned as he slammed into her again, before starting a relentless pace. He sucked and nipped at her neck. He knew it would leave a mark, but he didn’t care. A little something to remind her of their time together. Remind her how he stretched her, filled her, made her come to new heights she never knew existed. When he was done with her, she’d never forget the name Nathanial Craft. It would be etched in her mind. Branded on her lips.
“Fuck,” she cried out. Another orgasm was coming at her fast, but before she could careen over the edge he pulled out. She whimpered audibly at the loss of him inside of her.
“I can do this all night Kamiyah,” he said with a sensual smile. The tip of his penis teased her outer lips as she squirmed, trying to pull him back where she so desperately wanted him. He teased her, rubbing her engorged clit and applying just enough pressure to keep her right on the brink of her orgasm. The man was skillful with his hands like he’d said. She could only imagine what wonders his mouth could work as well.
“You sure old man? I think it might be nearing your bedti....” she didn’t get a chance to finish as he pushed back into her with no warning, seating himself to the hilt and effectively shutting her up. The last of her sentence choked in her mouth as her entire body was engulfed in the most pleasurable feeling she’d ever experienced. He didn’t stop moving, pressing through her orgasm as she shook at the intensity of it.
She felt another building before she could even come down from the first.
“Who’s in fucking charge Kamiyah?”
“You are,” she cried out. She was too overcome to continue this fight. It didn’t matter, because she got what she wanted her. He was fucking her like an animal and her sopping pussy was enjoying every second of it. “You are Nathanial.”
“Good. Now be a good girl and cream all over my cock again.”
It wasn’t long before she was giving way to his demand. She could feel his penis throbbing inside of her as he spilled his seed into his condom. The pulsation of his dick sent mini shockwaves throughout her body as she fought to regain her breath.
“Jesus,” Mya finally breathed after what seemed like hours.
“Names Nathanial sweetheart,” he said smugly as he pulled out of her. She slid down his body, making sure her legs wouldn’t give out on her before pulling her hands off of his shoulders. She knew without a doubt he’d have scratches on them as well as his back. Her little parting gift.
“Still think I’m full of crap?” he asked smugly, looking down at her.
“Nope. Quite the opposite Nathanial. You have definitely proved me wrong,” she answered as she maneuvered from between the wall and his body. She scooped up her dress while she glanced around the room looking for her underwear.
“What did you do with my bra?” she grumbled.
“Now Kamiyah,” she felt his hands grab ahold of her hips gently. “You didn’t think we were done now did you?”
“Oh really,” she said, her eyebrow quirking up at his question. He spun her so that she was facing him.
“Yeah,” he said, taking the dress from her hand and tossing it behind them. “I had a little taste of you in the bathroom, but now I’m famished,” he grinned before scooping her up in his arms and walking them towards the bed.