Page 24 of Anchored Love
Mason
Not All Girls Are Made Of Sugar And Spice And Everything Nice. SOME GIRLS ARE MADE OF THE BEACH AND WINE AND EVERYTHING IS FINE.
“First things first,I need some clothes of my own.” Everly tugged on my hand, lacing her fingers with mine as we exited the ship and touched our feet to land for the first time in three days. We had eight hours in St. Kitts to cram in as much fun as possible.
We made the short walk down the pier to Port Zante where the entrance to the local shopping mall stood a bright and cheerful yellow that invited us to enter.
Tomorrow Drake would be saying his nuptials in St. Thomas.
This was his last day as a single man, but in reality, he’d been taken with Kelsey from the moment he laid eyes on her. I looked on as he stopped her at the entrance, tilting her head back as he claimed her lips with a sweet and tasteful kiss.
“Disgusting, aren’t they?” Everly laughed.
“Vomit-inducing,” I agreed.
“We’re going to do that tour of Wingfield Estate in half an hour,” Jane Lynn, Everly’s mother, told us.
Everly checked her watch. “We’ll be on time.” Her lips lifted into a mischievous smirk. Then she leaned into me and went up on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. “We so aren’t going on that tour with Mom and Herbert.”
I waited ’til her mother was out of earshot to ask, “What do you have in mind? Where to first?”
“Hmm.” She tapped her chin. “Finding shorts that my ass don’t hang out of for starters and a bikini top with more than dental floss for coverage.”
The sight of her in the string bikini Jess had given her to wear yesterday was etched in my brain. I spent a good half hour in the shower last night working my dick over by hand to the thought of ripping the skimpy red material off her and claiming her smoking body. Everly had no idea the things she did to me, but I was playing things cool and keeping my distance. I was also being respectful of her family being around. I didn’t think Drake would appreciate witnessing me paw at his sister.
Time seemed to pass by quickly.
Everly led me into a store that was geared toward tourist such as ourselves. They sold keychains, mugs, shirts, and other novelty items. I picked up a few odds and ends. A shot glass, sunblock, beach towels, and a pair of those rubber shoes used for swimming.
We were going snorkeling later, and I didn’t want to step on any coral. I bought a necklace to give to my mother, and Everly grabbed a few things for her best friend Samantha.
“Sam would kill me if I didn’t bring her back a shirt and a keychain.” She grinned, holding her selections up to look them over before deciding what to purchase.
It took us three stores before Everly found what she was looking for.
“What do you think?” She struck a pose wearing a big white floppy hat. Her braid laid over her left shoulder as she put on a fashion show for me. Everly had traded the clothes her sister lent her for a black one piece and matching sheer sarong that somehow looked even sexier on her than that red string bikini. I thought it was the fact that I was left to imagine what was underneath. Fuck me if I didn’t want to find out.
The rest of her family had left to take the tour of that estate. I didn’t know what Everly had up her sleeve. The woman was full of surprises. I didn’t mind. I was game for whatever as long as it meant spending my time with her, getting to know her more on a personal level outside of the occasional run-in at the office. We were far from Boise, and I planned on taking full advantage.
“So how do feel about taking a ride on ATVs?” She beamed at me.
“Sounds perfect.”
“Good, because that’s what we’ll be doing while everyone else is doing the sugar plantation tour and ziplines. We’ll end up at the same beach as them for snorkeling, so it’ll work out perfect.”
“How do you know all this?”
“I may have taken it upon myself to do a little research and booked us a rental and tour last night when you were using up all the ship’s hot water. Pick up is in like ten minutes, so we better get a move on.” She snagged a backpack to put our stuff in. “This is for you.” Everly handed the backpack to me, and we went to catch our ride for the ATV tour. Our group consisted of ten other riders. All appeared to be other passengers from our ship.
“Alright, everyone, thank you for joining us this morning. Safety is priority number one. Each of you will receive a helmet and goggles. How many of you have experience riding an all-terrain vehicle? Raise those hands.” Our guide studied our group. “Okay. We are going to split you into two groups. Experienced riders to the right and those with little to none to the left.”
Everly and I went to the right. Our gear was handed out, and I strapped Everly’s helmet on for her after we took turns rubbing sunblock on each other.
Before we set out we were taken to a practice field to make sure everyone in our group could operate their ATV with ease. The sun shone down on us, warming my skin, and I was glad I’d grabbed us the sunblock. Sweat dripped down my back, the humid air clinging to my skin. Birds cawed in the distance, probably laughing at what idiots us humans were. I watched one of the beginners get stuck in a bush. The instructor had to push her out.
Everly got going without issue. The woman was a natural.
It took me a few minutes. I didn’t think I’d ridden since I’d gone away to summer camp when I was a kid, but operating the four-wheeler was just like riding a bicycle. Some things you’d never forget. The vehicle hummed and roared beneath me, vibrations pulsing through my body as I revved the engine. My blood screamed for adventure. I wanted to ride off and go exploring, but I knew we had to stay with our group.
