Juliette shakes her head sadly. “Not a trace. She simply disappeared. The FBI got involved and the assumption was that Evie was taken, probably by human traffickers.”
“God, that’s so sad. And I can’t imagine what her poor family has gone through for all these years. Have you stayed in touch with them?”
“I have.” She snuggles closer to me. “In the beginning, we talked daily, sometimes multiple times a day. Now it’s a few times a year. I mostly deal with Auburn, Evie’s older brother.”
Something akin to jealousy spears through my abdomen. Auburn Bouvier is now the billionaire CEO of the Bouvier fashionempire, and he’s objectively a very good looking dude.Did they ever…But that jealousy is quelled almost immediately with Juliette’s next words.
“I actually went to his wedding when he married Gianna. She’s a complete doll, and the big grump is head over heels for her.” Her smile is all fondness and affection for the couple.
“There was a younger brother too, right?”
“Yes, Monty. He went through a lot of stuff around the same time Evie went missing, and he moved to Florida and became a police detective.”
Flashes of a burly man at a podium pop into my head. “He solved that serial killer case in south Florida a couple years back.”
“He did,” Juliette affirms. “Now he’s back in New York, working for his family’s company. He got married to his high school sweetheart, and they’re expecting a baby this summer. I went to their wedding too.” She lets out a soft laugh. “I guess I’m kind of an honorary member of their family.”
“I love that. I mean, the situation with Evie is horrific, but I’m happy you’ve stayed in touch with the family.”
Juliette’s lips graze the underside of my jaw. “I think I’m done talking about this now. Can we move on to a more pleasant topic?”
My cock automatically joins the party and hardens. “If by pleasant topic, you mean you want me to fuck you on this hammock, then yes.” I trace my hand up her bare thigh. Juliette is wearing a short sundress the color of pink cotton candy, the color setting off her golden tan.
“We haven’t done it on the hammock before,” she purrs. “I think we should turn it into a sex hammock.”
My finger pulls aside the slip of satin covering her pussy and slides through her slit. Within a minute, she’s dripping.
“Mmm, wet and swollen. Just the way I like you,” I growl, slanting my mouth over hers as I finger fuck her with slow, measured thrusts.
“You on top,” she pants, pulling at my shoulders until I roll on top of her… and keep rolling.
“Fuck,” I bark as the hammock flips. It happens in a second and yet in slow motion at the same time. I twist my body to make sure I hit the ground first and land on my back with Juliette on top of me.
“Ooof,” she grunts when we make impact with the grassy floor beneath us.
“Are you okay?” I wheeze out, vaguely aware of a pain I can’t quite pinpoint yet.
Juliette scrambles to her feet before reaching down to give me her hand and help me up. “I’m fine. How about you?”
“You’re bleeding,” I snap more harshly than I intended. “Shit, baby. You’re…” I grab her arm and inspect the scrape on her elbow. It’s about the size of a quarter and barely dripping red, but it might as well be the size of an asteroid crater. “We need to get you to the infirmary.”
She twists her arm to try and get a look at the wound. “It’s not that bad.” Then her eyes flit to my left hand and widen. “Reno! Your finger!”
At my insistence, Larry, the resort’s nurse practitioner, tends to Juliette’s scrape before taking X-rays of my left hand. She’s sporting a pineapple-shaped Band-Aid when he delivers the news.
“Your pinky finger is broken, Reno, but luckily, I don’t think it’s going to need surgery. You can follow up with an orthopedic doc when you get back to the States, but for now, I’ll splint it.” He pulls out some supplies from a neatly arranged cabinet. “That will make sure it heals nice and straight.”
Ten minutes later, we leave the exam room to find Kat, the resort manager, pacing the shiny wood floor of the waiting room. “Oh my goodness,” she breathes, rushing to us when we emerge. “Are youtwo okay?”
“We’re okay. Juliette has a scrape on her elbow, and my finger is broken, but we should both heal fine.”
Kat grabs my hand and tsks. “Oh dear. I am so sorry about this. At the Pineapple Island Resort, we strive to provide a safe environment for all our guests. How did this happen?”
Juliette immediately flushes the color of a ripe tomato and flails her hands around. “You see… there was a hammock, and then all of a sudden, it was a sex hammock. Well, not quite a sex hammock yet, but it was about to be. Reno’s hand was—”
Shutting her up with a tight arm around her waist and a squeeze of her hip before she can launch into a babbling play-by-play, I say, “It was my fault, Kat. I shifted too suddenly, and we flipped. Not the fault of the resort at all.”
The manager’s lips twitch, but she maintains a professional demeanor. “Very well, but I’d love to offer you another couple’s massage.” She taps on a tablet. “I have an opening tonight.”
