Page 2 of Big Catch
“I ran into Becca earlier. She said that she registered a group of four girls into the villa. Pick one, and get fucked already.”
My mind goes to Becca, our property caretaker and cook. Thank God for her, because we couldn’t have run the place without her help. “Yeah, good plan.” I turn and walk toward the villa, in need of a cold shower before I meet our new guests and take them out to the salt marsh. I hurry inside and make my way to my room. After a quick rinse, I pull on a pair of long pants and a T-shirt, and hurry down to the main room of the villa t
o greet the vacationers who will be staying with us in our eight-bedroom home for the next week or so.
I find a middle-aged couple, as well as the four bubbly girls Tyler was talking about, all anxiously waiting for me. I take in everyone’s attire, having left instructions for them to wear long pants to ward off the jellyfish, and think about what Tyler said.
Pick one, and get fucked already.
“I’m Braydon, your guide for today,” I say as I look them over. The girls are all cute, with their long blond hair, and faces covered in makeup. In fact, every single one of them is my type—easy going, out for a good time. So why the fuck is the doc still popping into my brain? I fist my hands and crack my knuckles. Shit, I need to just block her from my damn mind and move on already. She’s in New York, and I’m here, with no plans to ever go back. I take in the girl who is eye-fucking me. Yeah, I should just go for it, and screw that doctor right out of my thoughts, once and for all.
I pick the clipboard up from the table and do a head count. “Looks like we’re waiting for one more. We’ll give it a few more minutes.”
A noise sounds behind me. “Sorry I’m late.”
The sweet scent of cotton candy hits like a punch, and I suck in a quick breath.
No. Fucking. Way.
“I forgot I had to wear long pants and needed to run back upstairs to change,” she says. “I hope I haven’t held you all up.”
I turn slowly, convinced my mind is playing tricks on me. I’m only conjuring up Doctor Davenport because I’d been thinking about her, right? But when I turn and meet honey-brown eyes that go wide when they clash with mine, it’s all I can do to keep my brain working and my cock from bursting through my pants.
Want…
My heart thunders, and I pinch my eyes shut, sure I’m seeing things, but when I open them again, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes on is still standing before me, checking me out. I have no idea what I did to deserve this, but goddammit, I’m not about to pass up a second chance with the doctor. She might or might not have been interested in more than a patient/doctor relationship before, but from the hot flush on her cheeks to the heated way her gaze is moving over my body, it’s clear she’s interested now.
Fuck, yeah.
“I…you…” she begins, equal measures of panic and shock on her face.
I can practically hear the wheels spinning inside her brain as she blinks up at me, a gamut of emotions in her eyes: surprise, curiosity…interest.
“Braydon’s the name,” I say, wanting her instantly, unequivocally. Truthfully, she’s the opposite of what I normally go for in a girl. Face devoid of makeup, hair wild and loose, a T-shirt and baggy pants, not out to impress anyone. That’s when it hits me—she’s not a girl, she’s all woman, and it has me wanting her in the worst fucking way. My gaze slides lower to take in her V-neck T-shirt and creamy cleavage. The doctor in a white coat is one thing, but seeing her here, her nipples poking through a lace bra that is doing jack-shit to hide her arousal, is something else altogether.
Flames flicker in her eyes when I meet them again, and it’s all I can do not to cancel the trip and take her straight to my bedroom to play doctor my way.
“Braydon,” she says on a breathless whisper, and the second I hear my name on her lips, the vision of her saying it when she’s coming hard for me flashes through my mind. Oh yeah, that’s definitely going to happen, sooner rather than later. My cock throbs in anticipation.
I watch the long sexy column of her throat as she swallows, then she darts a glance around the room like she’s still trying to make sense of it all. I take a small step toward her, and her chest rises and falls as I invade her personal space and hold out my hand. I lean toward her, my mouth close to her ear, and say, “I never did get your first name.”
She squares her shoulders, her wits back about her as she glances at the offered hand. “Alyssa,” she says, and when she slides her small palm into mine, I’m impressed at how quickly she’s recovered from the shock of meeting up with me again, here in Antigua, no less. I close my fingers around hers. Jesus Christ, her skin is so fucking soft, and that first sweet touch sends heat charging through me. My cock responds and presses harder against my unforgiving zipper.
“Alyssa,” I say, trying it out on my tongue, wondering how it will sound when I’m balls-deep inside her. “Aly,” I say.
“No one calls me that,” she answers quickly.
Good. It will be my own special name for her. “Even better. What brings you to Antigua?” I ask.
“I…I’m on vacation.” Her brows pull together, confusion dancing in her honey eyes as she looks at me. She opens her mouth, and I’m sure she’s going to ask the same of me, but she shuts it again when someone gives a bored huff from behind me.
“Can we go already?” one of the bubbly girls asks.
I hold Alyssa’s hand longer than necessary, then brush my thumb over her flesh as I slowly let her fingers slide from my grip. “Looks like we’re all set,” I say.
I step around her and guide the group outside, going through the door first so they don’t see my damn hard-on. I nod toward the van. “It’s open. Everyone climb in and buckle up.” The blonde who’d been eye-fucking me slides into the passenger seat, as I check the back to make sure Tyler put the buckets and nets back after his last trip to the marsh.
Once everyone is settled, I slip into the driver’s seat and adjust the mirror. I catch Alyssa flickering glances my way, and I can’t help but grin. My pulse picks up tempo, excited by this unexpected yet fan-fucking-tastic turn of events. Alyssa said she was on vacation, and I know this is a small island, but what are the odds she’d end up at my villa. Pretty goddamn slim, if you ask me. So, what’s really going on here? How did she wind up booked into my place? I’m not sure, but I damn well plan to find out—and take full advantage of it.
