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Part 7
Following the wedding, Ben and Dawn had a couple of weeks to themselves before they left for their honeymoon. They used that time to thoroughly explore their newly created fantasies, as well as plan their next adventure. They left for their South American destination, giddy at the opportunity to be completely anonymous for the first time as a couple – they could explore with no fear of anyone recognizing them.
The resort heated outdoor pool bubbled softly, steam rising into the night air. Dawn leaned against the tiled edge, the warm water lapping at her bikini covered breasts. Ben sat on a lounger a few feet away, a glass of amber rum on the table beside him. The tension between them electric.
“It’s perfect here,” Dawn murmured, her voice low. “So anonymous. So… free.”
Ben’s eyes watched her. They’d spent flight over memorizing the script. I’m her brother. Her married brother. We’re just traveling together. She was dumped at the altar, and I’m helping her recover. The words felt exciting and surreal.
“They’ll believe it, you know,” she offered, reading his fear. She pushed off the edge and glided through the water toward him. “A handsome, brooding man, clearly missing his wife back home. And his beautiful, single sister, looking for way to… forget the creep who broke her heart.” She reached the steps and rose from the water, like Venus. She didn’t bother with a towel. She walked to him, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the tiles.
She sat before him, placing her hands on his knees. “I love this so much. It’s our honeymoon, and I can’t think of anything better than watching you wait for me while I frolic around with anyone I want” Her fingers traced the tense line of his calf. “Tell me how much you ache for me,” she begged.
He did ache. A deep, throbbing ache that was equal parts pain and the most potent arousal he’d ever known. The best way he knew of to show his love. Also, Dawn was HOT. He loves seeing men melt around her. He could only nod, his throat too tight for words.
Dawn smiled triumphantly. She leaned down, her wet bikini covered breasts almost brushing against his knee. She wanted to capture his cock in her mouth, but then she remembered herself. He was supposed to be her brother. She straightened up, hoping no one saw her almost gaffe. Instead she gave him a look of gratitude. She noticed he was hard, and a predatory grin came over her face. “I saw someone today. At the resort’s gym. His name is Javier.”
The confession took his breath away. Already? They only just arrived this morning.
“He’s a guide,” she whispered, her lips against his ear. “Tall. Bronze skin. And the most incredible hands, Ben. Strong. Rough from handling… I don’t know – ropes and gear or whatever. Working man’s hands. He asked if I was traveling alone.” She took his hand and squeezed it. “I told him I was here with my brother. He looked… interested.”
Her skin was so soft, he longed to touch her. He knew how it would feel, so warm and smooth. His fingers trembled against his leg as he resisted the urge to send his hand towards her. This is it, he thought. This is my opportunity. This is how I show her my love.
“He’s meeting me for a drink later tonight,” she continued, her own breath growing shallow as she watched him restrain himself for her. “At the bar by the infinity pool. You’ll be there, won’t you? My protective brother? Looking after me while missing your wife?”
“Yes,” Ben rasped, the word torn from him.
“Good.” She wanted to kiss him, but knew she shouldn’t. They couldn’t take the chance anyone would see. Instead, she stepped back, leaving him throbbing and desperate. “Wait for me at the bar. I need to get ready.”
She disappeared into the villa, and Ben was left alone with the pounding of his own heart and the relentless humiliating and ache of his denial.
An hour later, he sat at a dimly lit table in the corner of the open-air bar. The infinity pool seemed to spill into the valley below. This hotel was really extraordinary, they should write a review. Then he saw her. Dawn wore a yellow sundress that flattered her figure without looking out of place on a family vacation. She wasn’t alone.
Javier was everything she’d described, and more. He moved with confidence, his white shirt undone at the collar. He pulled out a chair for Dawn, his large, calloused hand brushing against the small of her back. A gesture so casual, so intimate. Ben’s fists clenched under the table.
He watched as Javier leaned in, saying something that made Dawn laugh, a real, throaty laugh that Ben rarely heard. He watched Javier’s eyes roam hungrily over her. He watched Dawn’s fingers trail suggestively along the stem of her wine glass. They were in their own world, flirting freely.
Ben couldn’t hear the words, but he could read the body language. The leaning in. The lingering touches. The smiles. It was a dance, and Javier was leading, drawing Dawn deeper into his web.
After two drinks, Javier stood, offering Dawn his hand. She took it, glancing just once, fleetingly, toward Ben. A look that said are you watching? This is for you. Then she let Javier lead her away from the bar, not toward the guest villas, but down a secluded path lined with tropical flowers, toward the private cabanas overlooking the jungle.
Ben followed at a distance, like a ghost. Observing from the outside something where he didn’t belong. His heart hammered against his ribs. He saw them stop at the last cabana. Saw Javier open the door. Saw Dawn step inside, pausing to look back over her shoulder one last time, her eyes finding Ben’s in the shadows for a split second before the door closed.
He moved closer, finding a dark hidden place where he could listen.
Javier had already pulled her into his arms, crushing her against him. “I have wanted to do this since I saw you lifting weights this morning,” he growled with his sensual accent.
Dawn melted into him. “Me too.”
It was all the invitation he needed. His hands, those rough hands, grabbed the back of her head as he kissed her. Ben could only listen, and try to imagine what he was missing. Javier’s hands slid down her body, fondling her breasts, then gripping her hips, and finally pulling her flush against the hard ridge of his cock straining against his trousers.
“This dress,” Javier muttered against her neck, his mouth working its way down her throat. “I need it off. Now.” He found the zipper at the back and yanked it down in one swift motion. The yellow fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in only a lace bra and panties. Javier sucked in a breath. “Dios mío. Eres perfecta.”
He backed her toward the wide lounger bed, his mouth descending on one breast, sucking her taut nipple through the lace. Dawn’s head fell back, a moan escaping her lips that Ben heard perfectly through the wall. It was a sound of pure pleasure. Javier’s hand slid into her panties, and Dawn’s knees buckled. He held her up, his fingers working her with an expert rhythm.
“You are so wet for me already,” he growled in triumph. “You have been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Dawn gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. But Ben knew. He knew she was thinking of him. Of them. This was their ritual. At least that’s what he hoped.
Javier stripped off his own clothes, his body lean and muscular. He laid her back on the lounger, hooking his fingers in her panties and pulling them down her legs. He knelt between her thighs, spreading them wide. He didn’t kiss her there first. He just looked, his dark eyes burning with desire. “That asshole doesn’t know what he gave up,” he declared, almost angry at the thought that someone like her was rejected by some creep.
And then he drove into her in one long, deep, relentless thrust.
Dawn cried out, her back arching off the bed. Javier set a punishing pace from the start, each thrust rocking her entire body. The cabana was filled with the sound of their sex: skin slapping against skin, Javier’s guttural groans, Dawn’s sharp, breathy gasps.
Ben listened, his own body screaming with need. He heard Javier’s powerful thrusts, and his wife’s gasps. He could imagine her nails digging into his skin, her legs wrapping around Javier’s waist, pulling him deeper.
“Come for me,” Javier commanded, and Ben heard in her voice the moment she shattered. Her body went rigid, a scream escaping her lips as her climax ripped through her. It was the trigger for Javier, who followed her over the edge with a deep, shuddering groan, collapsing on top of her.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing. Javier rolled off her, a satisfied smile on his face. He traced a finger down her sweaty stomach. “Your brother… he will be wondering where you are.”
Dawn turned her head on the pillow. “Let him wonder,” she whispered, her voice husky and raw.
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