Page 110 of Isla

"If you do that again, I’ll have to punish you. I want to take care of you, Isla. Let me."

"Yes, sir," I say, covering my mouth to hide my smile. I melt as his fingers circle my wrist, tugging my hand down.

"Say it again," he commands.

"Yes, sir." My breath catches in my lungs as heat pools low in my belly. He rolls his hips against mine, groaning as I reach up to rake my nails through his hair.

"Get the fuck in," he rasps, wrenching open the door. My pussy quivers at the command in his voice, and I plop into my seat, anxious to get wherever we're going so I can impale myself on his cock and ride him until I forget my name.

We haven't even been on the road for ten minutes before Henry turns down a gravel road. Fields of heather spread out on either side of us, painting everything with a romantic lavender haze. The lane ends abruptly, butting right into the water, a narrow wooden dock and a gorgeous sailboat the only things in sight.

"Whose boat is it?" I ask, taking in the sleek lines.

"Someone owed Lach a favor."

"So nowyouowe Lach a favor?" I ask, laughing.

"Pretty much." He takes our bags from the back, grabs my hand, and leads me onto the dock. I gasp as we turn toward the boat, and the part of the dock hidden by the boat comes into view. Rose petals are scattered across the weathered boards, leading to a small round table covered in a white tablecloth and glowing candles. A few pizza boxes sit on the edge of the table, along with two cans of Irn-Bru and a bottle of champagne.

"I was planning on cooking a fancy dinner, but meeting your sister was more important than me looking like an absolute stud tonight, so I hope pizza is okay," he says, nervously raking his hand through his dark hair.

"The fact that you changed your plans and went with me means more to me than you'll ever know, Henry. Much better than a fancy meal." I turn to face him, standing toe to toe, and slide my fingers over his five-o'clock shadow, cupping his face. And then I look at him, taking in his sun-kissed skin, the brilliant blue of his eyes, the dark curl of hair falling over his forehead. Taking in this moment. This incredible life. I don't blink fast enough, and a tear drops from my eye, sliding down my cheek. He catches it with his thumb, licking it from his fingertip before pressing his lips to mine.

"Your eyes are the most stunning shade of green when you cry," he murmurs, lifting my hand to his lips before drawing me toward the boat. "Would you like a tour of our home for the next two nights?"

"Yes, please."

"Like I told you before, I don't know how to sail, so we're going to stay tied to the dock the whole time."

"May I ask why you chose a sailboat?" I ask, laughing.

"Because there's nobody around to hear you screaming my name."

Fuuuuck. My legs immediately turn to Jell-O, and I swear to everything holy that I would push him down right here on the dock and have my way with him if he'd let me. He's so goddamned thoughtful.

"Watch your step." I take his hand, willing my legs to work as I step on board. I wasn't sure what to expect before we arrived, but this wasn't even on my radar. Sleek, gleaming wood nearly blinds me as he shows me around the deck. The mast is so tall that I get dizzy when I look up at it. I follow him inside and down a short flight of stairs to find what may as well be a house. It has a large open living area, a galley kitchen, a bathroom, and sleeping quarters big enough for a king-sized bed. Rose petals are scattered across the bed, electric candles covering every flat surface, lending soft, romantic glow to the space.

"You've thought of everything, haven't you?" I squeeze his hand, blinking back more tears.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? It's perfect."

"Should we take advantage of the rest of the daylight? Swim, eat dinner, make some dessert?" He presses a finger over my lips when I start to protest. "I know you would rather go straight to the bedroom, Isla, but this day is so important to me. I want to draw it out as long as possible. I want to have fun with you. Make memories." He squats down and rummages through his bag. "Speaking of memories–" He holds up a Polaroid camera. "Smile!"

I grin at him and flash my tits just as the shutter clicks. This is going to be one hell of a night.

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Ihear the shutter of the camera click as I strip and jump off the dock, naked as the day I was born. The cold water relieves the scorching need pumping through my veins. I plant my feet on the bottom and stand, slicking my hair back and looking up at Henry. I've never been with someone who is so careful with me–with our relationship. I must admit it annoyed me initially, but I know I'll treasure our first time for the rest of my life.

Before the guys showed up, it was mostly one-night stands, maybe a second date here and there. And now? I could have never dreamed I would be in a stable relationship with one guy, let alone three. I even told Charlie at one point that I would never be in a relationship like hers, and to her credit, she's never said 'I told you so.' I didn't understand till the guys showed up and gave me a reason to care about how relationships like this work. How each guy fulfills a different part of me, how we work together like a well-oiled machine.

I shriekas Henry plunges into the water next to me, his knees pulled to his chest, a gigantic wave of water hitting me square in the face. He bursts through the surface and flings his head to the side to get hishair out of his eyes. Dark eyelashes stick together as he blinks the water away, framing eyes the color of the sky.

"You look like you're straight out of a Disney movie," he says, sinking into the water until it's lapping at his chin. "My favorite movie used to beThe Little Mermaid. I was obsessed with Ariel. Maybe I manifested you."

"If that's the case, then I manifested you, too. I was enamored with Prince Eric, and you could be the live-action version of him."

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