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Nikki

The island is absolutely gorgeous. Tall palm trees line the small streets. The sky is so clear as the sun beats down on the sand to my left. We pass communities of small houses bunched together. We are in the shuttle riding from the airport to the hotel. This feels so surreal to me. Being here, in this beautiful place and being with someone that I feel like I could actually care about.

I relax against him as the bus bounces over the speed bumps and we approach the front of the hotel. The attendant gets our bags out for us and as we approach the front desk, I spot his sister.

She runs up to us, bikini clad and already seeming to be working on her tan. “I’m so glad you guys are finally here!” Lizzie gives us both a hug. “We are all at the beach right now. After you check in, you have to come hang out!” She practically skips away and Twisted laughs, shaking his head.

“Hey, checking in for Cameron Pearce.” I’m thrown for a minute hearing his full name. I know it’s insane that I didn’t know it, but until Lizzie I only knew him as Twisted.
Cameron Pearce.
Totally not a biker name. The guy gives him our keys, telling us how to get to the room.

Walking out of the lobby I look around, taking in the resort. It’s not like the usual place you would picture with the high tower full of rooms. There are a couple of towers like that back a little further, but where we are walking they look almost like little houses. Each one has four rooms, two on the bottom floor, and two on the top.

When we get to our building, I get excited seeing that we have one of the top rooms because I noticed on our walk that they all had balconies. The room itself is beautiful. It has marbles floors, while all the bedding and the furniture in the room is white. The bed is a dark oak four-poster bed, and there are towels sitting on it shaped like two swans. The bathroom has a huge stand up shower and a Jacuzzi tub. Staying in this place for the next week is going to be absolutely amazing.

I open my bag, taking out my bikini and make quick work of getting it on. I slip on my cover up, excited because Twisted hasn’t seen my bikini yet and I don’t want him to until we get out there. Before we left, he had asked what my suit looked like and I told him it was an old one I had that was a tank and shorts. The relief on his face made me laugh knowing that Tracie and I had been shopping for this.

“You ready?” I walk out into the bedroom and he is sitting in the chair still completely dressed.

“Yeah.” He stands up.

“Um, no you’re not. You can’t wear all that to the beach.” I laugh as I take him in.

“I wear my cut everywhere and I don’t plan on swimming.” His serious face only makes me laugh more.

“Babe, this is Jamaica and we are on the beach. Put on some shorts and lose the leather vest.” I shake my head at him. “If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll reward you later.”

“Maybe you can reward me now, and we can skip the beach.” He takes a step toward me.

Luckily I’m closest to the door. “Nope! Beach now, reward later!” I run out the door before he can reach out for me.

“Nikki!” I hear him yell and giggle as I run down the path toward the beach.

I spot Lizzie right away, but suddenly regret this whole coming down here without Twisted idea. I don’t know anyone but her and there are like thirty people gathered around. Maybe I should just turn around and wait for him.

“Hey!” Too late. I look to see Lizzie waving me over. Taking a deep breath, I go to her. “Hey, everybody, this is Cameron’s girlfriend, Nikki.”
Cameron. Girlfriend.
Those two words only increase my uneasiness. It’s so weird to hear his real name, and the girlfriend title is almost as weird. It’s almost bittersweet knowing that I won’t be keeping the title for long. I’m met with a bunch of hellos before everyone starts to resume their conversations.

“Hey, Nikki, I’m Jesse. I’m Twisted’s brother.” His brother doesn’t call him by his real name? I don’t know how to keep this stuff straight. Jesse is huge, like Hulk huge. I half expect him to stub his toe and then scream “you won’t like me when I’m angry.”

“Hey, nice to meet you.” I give an awkward wave.

“Hey, bro.” I hear Twisted’s voice and breathe a sigh of relief. They do the whole bro half hug and hand clap thing that boys do. “It’s hot as shit out here.”

I look behind me and thankfully he is only in a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt. I take a minute to appreciate the masterpiece that is his arms. I swear those things are so hot I just want to swing from them like they are monkey bars.

“Nikki, we are going to put our feet in the ocean. You want to come?” I look over at Lizzie.

“Sure!” I cross my arms, gripping the bottom of my cover up. I pull it over my head, tossing it behind me and running over to where Lizzie is.

“Fuck.” I hear Twisted’s hushed curse as I reveal what is so not a tankini but a black string bikini with gold hoops connecting the pieces.

I turn around to look at him as we are walking toward the water and his face is focused solely on me. His eyes have a fire in them that I know I’ve sparked, and I love it.

As we step into the water I’m surprised that it’s warm, although unlike the commercials you see, it isn’t that crystal clear blue. You can’t really see to the bottom of it. I hear one of the girls saying we will just go in up to our knees.

“Hey, Nikki, didn’t you hear the front desk about wearing your— ”

As I step down, it feels like needles pierce through the bottom of my foot. I let out a loud scream, jumping back. As I go to land on my other foot, the same damn thing happens. I jump back, landing on my ass in the water. Tears are streaming down my face as it feels like a thousand knives are stuck in my feet.

“Cam!” Lizzie yells.

“What the hell happened?” I look up to see Twisted standing next to me.

“Oh my God. She must have stepped on a sea urchin. I was just about to ask her why she wasn’t wearing her flip flops.” Lizzie’s voice is concerned. “The medical building is next to the lobby, you need to take her there.”

“What about if I piss on her foot? Isn’t that supposed to be a cure for it?” he looks down at me.

“That’s jellyfish, you asshole! Don’t you even try it.” I feel myself being lifted up and look to see that I’m in Twisted’s arms.

I rest my head against his chest while I try to deal with the agonizing pain coming from my feet. I’ve stopped crying but it still hurts like a bitch. He is quiet as we walk over except the fact that his chest is shaking against my head. I look up to see that he is silently laughing.

“I really don’t see what the hell could be funny right now.”

“I was just remembering the first night we met and how you spouted off to me about you not needing a man to rescue you, and not being a damsel in distress.” He laughs a few more times, this time they aren’t silent.

“Well that was before my foot got turned into a damn pincushion!” Completely frustrated with him, I grip his nipple squeezing and twisting it hard.

“Now you can be a fucking damsel in distress too, asshat.”

Men.

Twisted carries me into the medical building. The woman at the desk looks up, her bright smile met with my pissed off face. “We think she stepped on a sea urchin.” He turns me so my feet are facing her and I watch as her eyes widen.

“Oh wow! We need to get her to the back and start removing the spines as soon as possible.” She stands up, waving to us as she scurries toward the back.

“I have a feeling this whole process is gonna suck ass.” I drop my head against his chest.

“Yeah, well your feet look like a couple of porcupines right now. So I have a feeling that you’re right.”

I look up at him. I can’t help but wonder if all men are missing the thing that tells them when to just shut up. I mean, that comment did not help me at all.

We walk into a small room and Twisted puts me down on the chair in the center of the room. I hold my legs up, careful to not let them touch the floor, my eyes still watery from the pain in my feet.

A guy walks in and I look up, he is dressed in a white coat like a doctor. Thank God. The fact that he is hot is not lost on me. I look over at Twisted and I see him eyeing the doc. I shake my head.
Damn alpha males.
Trust me, he is gonna be thinking about sex as he’s pulling these things out of my dirty sand covered feet. However, the penis and the male mind do not work off of rational thought.

“Okay, let’s get you taken care of.” He grabs a stool and slides in front of me, resting my calves on a small footrest.

“That sounds amazing.” I glance a look over at my Prince Charming, still pissed that he thought he was funny, and he is glaring at me.

The doctor proceeds to remove each spike with a pair of tweezers. I wince every single damn time. I know I probably look like a baby, but these things hurt. It takes him almost twenty minutes to get them all out.

“Okay, now we need to remove the pedicellaria. This is a part of the spine that attaches to your skin almost like a clamp, it doesn’t come off when we remove the spikes.” Awesome. He covers my feet with shaving cream, and then slowly drags a razor down them. The scraping hurts the already tender flesh and I grip the arms of the chair I’m sitting in. That’s when I feel a set of hands on my shoulders. I look up to see Twisted. His eyes are trained on the doc and what he’s doing, but he looks down for a minute, giving me a small smile. His hands slowly rub my shoulders. I relax a bit under his touch, even as the process still causes aches and pains to run up my legs.

I breathe a sigh of relief as the doctor puts the razor down. “Okay, now we need to disinfect the area to make sure it doesn’t get infected. You can wash it with soap and water or pour hydrogen peroxide over it. Peroxide is actually your better bet because washing it will only hurt the wounds more with the pressure we need to apply.” He places a bowl under my feet to catch the excess liquid. As it pours over my feet I bite my lip, arching my back in pain. It stings and burns. I feel like my feet might actually be on fire. Twisted is still rubbing my shoulder but even he isn’t distracting me from this.

“Alright, you’re done for the most part. I’m going to get a tub for some hot water. I want you to let your feet soak for around a half hour to an hour. As long as you can stand to keep them in the heat. Don’t wrap the wound because any spines that we couldn’t get to will work their way out and a bandage will stop that. I’m going to give you some antibiotics and some Tylenol for the pain. If the area gets swollen, really red, or you run a fever, come back because it might be infected.” The doctor smiles at me before placing the tub in front of me and walking out of the room.

I slowly dip my feet into the water, wincing as the heat hits my sore skin. Twisted sits in the spare chair across from me. His eyes focus on me but he doesn’t say anything. We sit there for a few minutes just like this. Like in grade school when you would have staring contests to see who would blink first. “What?” I throw my hands in the air in frustration because he is just staring at me.

“Nice bathing suit.” His eyes trail over my body and I swear I get chills. The man doesn’t even need to touch me.

“Thanks.” I give him a wink, trying to seem unaffected.

“You trying to make me crazy, woman?” He stands up, taking a few steps toward me.

“I think you were there a long time before I came along, biker boy.” I smile.

His hands rest on the arms of my chair. His face is just inches from mine. “You have no idea.”

His breath hits my lips, heating them. Calling to them. I close the distance between us, kissing him. Pressing my lips to his, silently thanking him for putting up with me. He doesn’t move. I sit straighter, my hands encircling his neck, as I trace the line of his lips with my tongue.

He moves back an inch, breaking our contact. One of his hands reaches up, taking my bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “These lips are sinful, firecracker.” He moves closer, his teeth taking over where his fingers had just been, scraping softly against my lips as he drags them over it. I let out a small moan. That’s when he stands up, breaking the hold my arms had on him. Walking back over to the chair and sitting down he smiles at me, licking his lips. “You’re not the only one who can act like a tease.”

Dammit. “Really? You’re playing that game right now?”

“Baby, I have a feeling with us, this game will never end.”

Little does he know.

It will.

In one month.

Twisted

This girl has me absolutely out of my goddamn mind. When she took off that damn dress on the beach I couldn’t move. She’s sexy as hell in jeans and a shirt but in that bikini she should be illegal. Watching her ass bounce as she ran to catch up with my sister and then the damn smile on her face as she looked back at me.

If there is one thing I can say it’s that I will never be bored with her. She is constantly keeping me on my toes and making me question everything. When I heard Lizzie scream for me and saw Nikki on the floor, my stomach dropped. Thinking she was hurt hit me in a way that I haven’t felt since Lizzie, Jesse and I were split up. Since we were all in that damn house. I shake the memory off, not wanting to go to that place.

Once I saw what happened to her and that she would be okay, I tried to calm myself down, so I didn’t make her more upset than she was. As I was taking her to the medical building, I couldn’t get the bitchy girl from the first night I met her out of my head. How she was rambling on and on about not needing a man, but was huddled in my arms. She might think she doesn’t need me, but she’s wrong. And dammit, I need her too.

As we sit in the room waiting for her feet to get done soaking, I can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s pissed off, as usual. She looks hot when she gets mad, and it's just more motivation for me to mess with her. That and the fact that she gives it just as good as I do.

The nurse walks back in and I’m happy to see that it’s not the doctor. I saw the way he was looking at her and it made me want to throw him across the room and do the shit myself. “Okay, hun, I have your medicine. You are all good to go now. You don’t have any restrictions as far as staying off your feet although I can tell you that you won’t want to walk very much.” She hands her a bag and then gives us both a quick smile before leaving.

Nikki moves to stand up but as soon as her feet hit the ground she winces and falls back onto the chair.

“Need some help?” I stand up and walk over to her.

Her eyes narrow as she looks up at me. “No. I don’t.” The determination flares in her gaze and I hold in my laugh. I know there is no way in hell she is going to be able to walk out of here, much less back to the room. I take a step back giving her room to once again stand up before trying to take a step and falling back to the chair underneath her. She wobbles this time, missing the chair and landing on her knees.

“Unless you’re gonna crawl back, which I wouldn’t mind ’cause it’s a damn nice view, how about you cut the stubborn shit and just let me pick you up?” I laugh as I look down at her, still so full of pride.

The door opens and the asshole doctor walks in. He eyes focus on Nikki who is still on the floor. She looks over at me and smiles and I know I’m in for some shit.

“Hey, doc.” She rises, resting back so that she’s sitting straight up, kneeling in front of him. The image of her on her goddamn knees in front of him is enough for me. I don’t need to wait and see what smart ass shit is about to come out of her mouth. I bend down, throwing her over my shoulder before pushing past the doctor and out the door.

“Put me down, you Neanderthal!” Her fists are pounding on my back.

“Keep it up, babe, I like it rough. You already knew that though.” I smack her ass.

She screeches so loud that I almost cover my ears.

“I always knew I brought out the animal in you, but that was primal.” I laugh again but her silence has me nervous. I have learned that a quiet Nikki is a dangerous one. I can see our building now, so at least this will be over soon.

Nikki lifts herself up, I can feel her wiggling and look back to see her waving at a bunch of guys behind us. What the hell is her angle? I shake my head knowing I will never in my life figure this woman out. That’s when I hear a bunch of cheering and yelling. This time when I look back, Nikki has her bikini top down and has flashed the group of dickheads.

Red.

It’s all I see.

My blood is fucking boiling.

My walk turns into a run.

What the fuck was she thinking?

I climb the stairs quickly, putting the keycard into the door, kicking it open. I throw her onto the bed, immediately straddling her.

“Usually your little games are cute. This time you took it too fucking far.” I take both her hands in one of mine, holding them above her head. My free hand grabs the scrap of fabric she calls a top, ripping it from her body. I quickly wrap the strings around her wrists, fastening them tight together.

“What are you—”

“No. That smart mouth will be quiet right now and listen to me.” I cup her tits, my thumbs pinching her nipples. “These are mine. Only mine. If you ever pull that shit again I’ll rip out the eyes of every fucker that looked and then I’ll make your ass as sore as your feet are right now. You got me?”

Her eyes go wide as she looks back at me. She nods.

“Good girl.” I stand up. My eyes focus on the small piece of fabric left; I grip the edge and rip it off the same way I did her top. As I spin the bottoms around on my fingers, my eyes focus on the bedpost and I get an idea. I walk to the other side of the bed and pull her wrists toward the corner of the bed.

“What are you doing?” her head whips from side to side as she tries to catch sight of me. I wrap the bottoms around the post before tying them around her already secured wrists. I tie a few knots before pulling on the fabric to see if it’s secure.

“Since you are so intent on showing me how independent you are, I am going to show you no matter how independent you are, you are still mine.” I walk around the bed, taking off my clothes in the process. I kneel in front of her, cupping her pussy. “This is mine. No matter how much you run your mouth or think you are some fucking big shot. This will always be mine.” Her body shakes beneath me. “I want to take you raw. I want to feel every inch of you. You on something?”

She nods again at me.

“Good. I’m clean and I have been dreaming about having you without any boundaries. You will feel every inch of me tonight. I know you still don’t want to accept that you belong to me but I’m about to show you.”

I slip my hands under her ass, lifting her pussy up, resting her thighs on my shoulders. I blow a small breath on her swollen lips and her body shakes. Licking a trail up her pussy, a moan falls from her lips. My hands brace her lower back, helping to keep her up and in place, and I plunge my tongue into her.

Swirling inside of her, I groan as her muscles are already starting to contract with pleasure. I move up to her clit, pushing two fingers inside of her. She yelps as I circle her clit slowly before sucking it into my mouth. Her screams fill the room as her orgasm rips through her body. I hold her in place, letting her ride out the waves before slowly lowering her to the bed. I flip her over onto her stomach, pulling her so that her ass is in the air.

I’m so damn hard already and with as wet as she is, my cock slips right in. She lifts herself up higher but I push her back down. “This is how I want you. Grab onto the post in front of you.” After a few seconds, her hands wrap around it. “Hold on tight.”

I start to fuck her, driving in and out of her so hard that the sounds of our bodies echo throughout the room. With each thrust, she screams and I see her hands grip the post even harder.

I still, my one hand reaching out and grabbing her hair that she has thrown into a ponytail. “I can feel you squeezing me. I know you want to come. You want me to give that to you. Tell me you’re mine and it’s yours.”

Her ragged breathing is the only thing that I hear.

“It’s up to you, baby.” I wrap my arm around her waist, then take my hand and slowly stroke her clit.

Her back arches. “Please.”

“Such a nice word. Not what I’m looking for though.” I remove my hand, her body sagging at the loss of contact. “Just tell me what we both know is true.”

Her eyes meet mine. “I’m yours.”

My hand rubs over her ass. “See, was that so hard?”

I dig my fingers into her hips before pulling back and slamming into her again. I quicken my pace before once again wrapping my arm around her. This time I pinch her clit, eliciting another glass shattering scream from her.

Nikki collapses to the bed. I finish inside her before pulling out and undoing her wrists. I move her to the top on the bed and under the covers. After cleaning myself off I decide to join her.

Tick.

A jab to the side.

Tick.

I can’t do this much longer.

Tick.

Please let it be over soon.

Tick.

One to the jaw.

Tick.

This is wrong.

Tick.

A kick in the ribs.

Ding.

Thank God.

We stand there, both of us afraid to look up.

“You two are fucking faking it.”

Shit.

I sit up straight in the bed.

Sweat is dripping down my skin.

My heart is pounding out of my chest.

They’re back.