Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(32)

She nods, but she’s more focused on my fingers than my words. I use every trick in the book to push Ivy to her limit. Every twist, turn, curl, and nip that my fingers do have her panting. Nothing but the sound of her wetness echoes through the rainforest.

I’m thankful no one has come down the path because I don’t think Ivy is there yet when it comes to exhibitionism, and I will not have someone ruin this moment for me.

Her hand reaches out as her nails sink into my wrist while she begins chasing her release. Her legs shake, her teeth sink into the flesh of her lip the closer she gets to the edge until she can’t fight it anymore and crashes right over into oblivion.

I feel her pussy contract against my fingers as she comes, and my dick is moments away from sinking into her tight cunt, but we don’t have fucking time.

Patience, Alex.

Get through dinner, then you can have her all to yourself.

My fingers slide out of her, and I bring them to my lips—her scent is intoxicating. Those green eyes widen as she watches me lick her clean off my fingers.

“Hope you’re satisfied. We’re late now, and you know there are going to be questions,” I tell her as I pull her dress down to a decent length and help her back into her seat properly before rounding the front of the golf cart and taking my seat again. I put my foot to the floor and hightail it out of there.

“You’re the one who stopped. I thought you wanted to play,” she says merrily.

“I like this new Ivy, but I think you might be the death of me,” I joke.

“Your fingers will be the death of me. They are perfect,” she tells me.

The compliment fills me with pride. Damn right they are because they fit her pussy perfectly.

Match made in heaven.

“Your pussy is perfect for me, too,” I say as I turn and give her a wink.

Even though Ivy seems more comfortable in her skin underneath, I notice she is still uncomfortable with compliments.

I watch her cheeks turn pink after what we did, and I know full well that she shouldn’t be embarrassed.





12





ALEX





It doesn’t take us long until we arrive at my brother’s private villa nestled away from the resort. He has access to his own private beach, helicopter pad, boat jetty, and pool—his island getaway on the island.

“This is beautiful,” Ivy muses while looking up at the white villa.

“We have two point five seconds before the two of them are down here to say hello. So quick,” I say, grabbing her face and kissing her. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back before we pull ourselves apart.

“You have lipstick on your lips.” She giggles as she swipes her fingers over my lips trying to erase her mark from me.

We pull apart just in time to hear my brother call out to us. “Alex, Ivy, welcome,” he greets us with a warm smile, and Camryn is not far behind him. She looks a little flushed. Obviously, they took our tardiness to mean time for a quickie. My brother shakes my hand and pulls me into a brotherly hug and then turns his attention to Ivy and kisses each of her cheeks.

“I don’t think I’ve seen your place since you finished it,” I tell Nate.

“I don’t think so either. It’s great, you’ll love it!”

“You made it,” Camryn calls out to her sister before pulling her into a big hug. “What took you so long?” she asks as she steps away from her sister’s embrace.

“The golf cart wouldn’t start,” I answer for Ivy, who gives me a small nod in agreement. Camryn’s eyes narrow on me, and I can tell she does not believe my bullshit, but she’s not about to call her sister out in public.

“Babe, you’re going to love this house,” Camryn states to Ivy, changing the subject.

“Camryn tells me you’re an interior designer, and you’ve been impressed with the buildings you’ve seen so far.” My brother speaks with Ivy as we walk toward his villa.

“Yes, I’ve been dying to know who decorated your resort because it’s exceptional,” Ivy praises my brother’s work.

“I’m glad to hear that, especially considering we spent a small fortune on it. Have you heard of Pierre Lavigne?”

“Wait, did you say Pierre Lavigne?” Camryn turns and asks my brother, who frowns a little before nodding. Camryn turns her attention back to Ivy with her eyes wide, and the girls stare at each other in silence. “How do you know him?” she questions my brother.

“He’s a family friend.”

“What?” Camryn’s voice raises in surprise.

“He’s one of my father’s oldest friends,” Nate adds.

“Whoa,” Ivy exclaims under her breath, which catches my attention.

What is going on?

“Why?” my brother asks Camryn curiously, and I’m right there behind him. Camryn looks over at Ivy, and they are still wide-eyed, wondering if they should spill whatever Pierre means to them.

“Pierre was husband number four to our mother,” Camryn states.

“He was what?” Nate questions Camryn.

“Our stepdad for a couple of years,” Camryn explains.

“When I was eighteen, and Cam was twenty-two,” Ivy adds.