“Fuck, Tay, pull them down,” Miles said, gripping the sides of the kayak.

  I looked away, paying no attention to him, my body coiling and expanding while I pushed and pulled on my bikini, alternating between hiding and revealing more skin as my hips swayed to the silent tune only I could hear.

  “Tay, please,” Miles said, practically panting, the game he initiated having reversed itself.

  I finally let my gaze fall on him, watching him watch me as I slowly, excruciatingly, peeled off my bikini bottom, letting it slide past my thighs, knees, and calves, until they came to rest around my right foot.

  Then, much to Miles’ surprise, I shut my legs closed.

  “Now, Miles, listen to me,” I said, holding him with a steely look. “Are you listening, my dear?”

  “Yes,” he croaked.

  “I’m going to open my legs for you in a second, but when I do, I want you to eat me, and I want you to keep eating me until I come. Got it?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Okay. Ready?”

  “Yes, fuck, I’m ready!”

  I giggled, spreading my legs wide. The sharp intake of breath from Miles told me he was definitely enjoying the view. He carefully crawled toward me, the kayak rocking dangerously a few times while he positioned himself. I felt his fingers gently spread my lips open and shivered when he started licking me, his warm tongue exploring me with barely restrained urgency.

  “Ah,” I whispered, closing my eyes and enjoying the most unique sensation of having your pussy eaten out by someone who really knew what he was doing. The fact that he was doing this to me in a kayak out at sea was a bonus that seemed only to enhance the whole experience. It didn’t take long for the ball of pleasure to form in my core and rise up quickly.

  “Oh god,” I moaned, running my hand through his hair as Miles moved to my clit, sucking on it gently while a finger plunged inside me.

  I squirmed, shaking my head from side to side as the intense pleasure rocked through me, the pulsing ball of sensitivity expanding, getting almost unbearable, but when I felt a second finger circle the rim of my butthole, massaging it, spreading my creaminess all around it, the sensations doubled.

  “Oh god, oh fuck, Miles, what are you doing to me?”

  Miles didn’t answer. He kept sucking on my hyper-extended clit, kept playing around my pussy and butthole. I thrust my hips forward, begging him, wanting him in me, and finally he relented, sliding his fingers in both my holes until they were completely inside me.

  “Fuck!” I screamed, the knot in me exploding, the orgasm so strong I actually thought I was going to pass out. My body bucked and spasmed uncontrollably as wave after intense wave hit me.

  “Goddammit, Tay, I need to fuck you,” Miles said, sitting and pulling his trunks off. His cock popped out, large and hard and throbbing, the head glistening with his wetness.

  I was still trembling, still feeling the effects of my orgasm, when Miles pushed me down, got on top, end entered me. The force of his thrusts caused our kayak to tilt dangerously. Salt water splashed in, hitting my face and soaking up my breasts. Miles was relentless, his cock sliding in and out of me with a frenzy I had never seen from him, and I could already feel another orgasm tethering on the edge.

  “Oh fuck, Tay, I can’t last much longer,” Miles said, his large frame trembling.

  “Don’t stop, Miles,” I said, panting and squirming under him, my arms and legs completely splayed out, my breasts juggling with each powerful thrust. “Keep going until you come in me. I want to feel your cum, Miles. I want it in me.”

  “Ahhh,” Miles groaned, slamming into me again and again as he edged closer, his muscled body straining. “Oh shit, babe, I can’t anymore. I’m gonna, goddammit, I’m gonna… oh fuck!”

  With a final thrust he buried himself deep inside me and exploded, filling me with his warmness and triggering my own orgasm, our bodies shaking in unison.

  We didn’t move for some time, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together. I was very aware of him still pegged inside me. I expected him to go soft, but amazingly he stayed firm. I bet he could go again if I let him, but after a while we started cramping due to the narrow quarters we had holed ourselves in. Reluctantly Miles pulled out and lifted himself off me, and I gasped as a river of white dripped out of my still twitching pussy.

  “Fuck,” I said, mesmerized. “That’s a lot of cum.”

  Miles laughed and kissed me. “There’s a lot more where that came from, babe.”

  “Then we better make it a habit to let it out frequently. Holding that much in you can’t be healthy for you.”

  “Oh, so you’re thinking purely about my well-being, huh?”

  “Of course.”

  Miles smiled. “You’re one fucking amazing woman, you know that, right?”

  “I know,” I said, winking at him. “We better head back. That sun is getting pretty low over the horizon. I don’t think we’ll be able to find our way when it gets dark.”

  We put our clothes on, sat down, and Miles paddled us back to that little strip of sand next to the park. We washed the kayak as best as we could, inverted it to let the excess water flow out, and secured it to the top of the Jeep just as the sun started dipping over the horizon. I backed up the Jeep so that it faced west, and we both sat there, hand in hand, and watched the majestic ball of fire inch its way down.

  “I want to tell you something,” Miles said, kissing my hand.

  Uh, oh, I thought, tensing. This is it. This is when he tells me it’s been fun, but it’s not going to work out.

  “You know my flight for the Mainland leaves tomorrow, right?”

  My eyes welled, and I took a deep breath.

  Don’t cry, don’t cry, I repeated to myself while staring at the sunset.

  “I’ve been thinking about this for some time now,” Miles continued when I didn’t answer. “And I just want to let you know how much you’ve affected me over the last few days we’ve been together. I can’t explain it, but it feels like I was meant to come here, to meet you, and I’m glad I did. But this was just a mini vacation for me, and my life is in California…”

  A single tear trickled down my cheek, then another. I let it go without wiping it.

  “But I’ve decided I no longer want to live there. I’m going to quit my job and move here so I can be with you.”

  “W-what?” I said, turning to him. I wasn’t quite sure I heard him right.

  “I’m moving to the island,” Miles said, brushing my tears away. “I can’t stand the thought of us being separate. I’ve already talked to my realtor. He’s going to put my condo on the market and get me a decent property here. A simple one, not too big, but one with an ocean view.”

  I stared at him, unable to believe this was actually happening.

  “And I know this might sound like I’m moving too fast, but I would really like for you to occupy that new home with me.”

  He pulled out something glittery from his trunks and held it in front of me. “I got this after dropping off my ex at the airport, because I realized I never, ever want to lose you.”

  “W-what?” My mind seemed stuck, unable to process what was happening. I stared at the ring he was holding, dumbfounded.

  “Taylor Cooke,” Miles said, his voice trembling. “Would you marry me?”

  I looked at him, then at the ring, and back at him. Somehow I managed to find my voice.

  “Yes,” I whispered, the tears returning, but these were tears of a different kind. “Oh my god, Miles, yes!”

  He placed the ring on my finger and we kissed. The sun disappeared over the horizon, a cool breeze whipped up around us just as it did when I first met him, and we continued kissing well into the night.

  Epilogue

  Taylor

  The old fortune teller, it turned out, was right about everything.

  Miles did exactly what he promised he would do. He went back to the Mainland and promptly quit his job, sold his house, and packed a very small suitcase for the trip back to Kauai. It was a new beginning for him, and he said he didn’t need any of the clutter he had accumulated from his previous life. He got a job as a public defender, getting paid peanuts compared to his old salary, but he didn’t care. He was happy.

  I’m sure the millions of dollars he had stashed in the bank from his days of being a once high-profile Los Angeles lawyer helped with his peace of mind as well.

  The house he found for us was a quaint little cottage on a small hill overlooking the giant Pacific Ocean. It was perfect.

  We got married on my birthday, exactly two years from the day we met. It was held on that same piece of open field where we had launched our kayak that fateful day, and where he had proposed to me. Friends and family alike kept prodding us for more details as to why we picked such a godforsaken place, but neither of us said a thing.

  Sometimes it’s good to have secrets.

  Oh, and right when we said our vows a strange mist rolled in from the sea, reminding me of lola Nora’s words:

  I see a union in the mist, and children.

  The children, of course. Kyle is now five, and Leilani is three. They can be a handful at times, but every so often we cart them off to visit grandpa John, who had found a new love in the form of Marcela, a beautiful Italian painter.

  They met when she visited the Plantation B&B and fell in love with not just the place, but the man who ran it.

  Finally, our own personal cave under the waterfalls still remains a secret from everyone else. One day, when our kids reach a certain age, we’ll tell them about it. We won’t say anything about what went on, and still goes on, in that cave.

  I stand there now, at the mouth of the cave, naked, gazing at the waterfalls and the forest beyond. Miles comes up behind me, wraps his strong arms around me, and fondles my breasts. I feel him grow, and I smile to myself.

  This bit of secret, I think, we will keep to ourselves, now and forever.

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