Heather Connelly made that dreaded mistake most young girls in love made. She followed a boy to Nantucket, convinced he loved her. And then got dumped in a public and humiliating way that ended in a pub brawl. With her heart ripped to shreds, she wanders the beach drowning her tears in a bottle of wine, trying to figure out how to give it one more try. She finds the open door to his suite on the beach and climbs into bed naked wanting to show him just what he'll miss. Their love making is electric and nothing like she'd ever experience before. She's convinced she's won him back. But the next morning she wakes and realizes...she climbed into the wrong bed. Can this wrong man be perfect right for her?
Despite making his first million by 25 and then turning his small company into a nearly billionaire dollar empire, Slade Sullivan couldn't feel any lower. Recently divorced, he's gone to Nantucket Island, a place where he'd visited on many occasions as a child, to lick his wounds and regroup. When a beautiful woman climbs into his bed and begs him to make love to her, he can't resist. But in the light of day he realizes his huge mistake. She's nearly twenty years younger than him! He knows he should end it right there, but he can't resist this woman who makes him look at truths he's never wanted to see. Can their summer fling become a lasting love?
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I should have
learned my lesson from all the losers my mother brought home with her when I
was a kid.I’m a magnet for them,
too.Except…Jason wasn’t a loser.He didn’t beat me up or try to get me drunk
just to get in my bed.
I did that on my
own.The beating up part was the mind
fuck of my life.The drinking made me
forget it.And everything else…well,
that was everything else.
I dig my toes
into the cool sand and drop to the ground.The salty breeze coming in from with the surf bathes my face enough to
ease the nausea that is wedged in the pit of my stomach.I hate being sick.I won’t be sick.Not for
The water is
coming in further and soon I’ll be able to feel the surf hit me. Make me wet.
But I don’t care.Out here in the
darkness, no one can find me.No one can
judge me.No one can hurt me.
The crowd of
people who’d gathered outside the nightclub I’ve worked at for the last six
weeks is thinning.The sound of people
talking and laughing and walking along the beach as they make their way back to
their hotels and beach houses echoes around me.But no one bothers me.I’m
invisible here.I want to be
invisible…until I hear Jason’s voice.
A tear trickles
down my cheek and I let it travel to wherever it wants to go.I don’t bother to stop it.I like the cool air against my wet skin.I can feel that, just like I feel the slight pain
beneath the sweatband around my wrist.And the bruise on my face that doesn’t sting anymore.It just aches like the aching in my chest.
Jason had loved
me once.How could I have been so wrong
about that?But now he’s being a dick of
monumental proportions.The only reason I
even came to Nantucket was because I was sure he still wanted me here. Well,
fuck.He hadn’t wanted me tonight even
though he’d asked me to wait for him after my shift.But then he’d started kissing that fuck-faced
bimbo...Chelsea. Right there on the dance floor. For everyone to see.
I run my hand
over the pain growing in my chest.Tonight was a total waste.Being
here on this island is a total waste.
“What the fuck
did I do?” I hear Jason say.And I’m
just pathetic enough to care about what that is.“I totally fucked it up.”
This is what
makes me pathetic.Because I do
care.Does he regret kissing that
Chelsea girl and making me look like a wretched fool in front of all the people
at the club?Does he regret pushing me
and making me stumble against the freakin’ bar and hitting my face?I can tell that my cheek is swollen.And I saw the look on my roommate Penny’s
face.She saw it too.They all saw it.
I rub my head
where it hurts and realize it’s not from being hit, it’s from having my hair
yanked.I don’t know who did it.Everything happened so fast and then I was on
the floor and people were climbing over me.
I think, but my
head is still fuzzy.I’d had a few shots
after seeing that first kiss on the dance floor.I needed to finish my shift and that was the
only way I was going to get through it.
Double shots at the bar.
Bringing a tequila and beer to Jason.
“Fuck you,” I’d said when I saw him arguing
with that dick from Hyannis.I downed
the tequila myself and then…and then…
I feel pain in my head and then I’m on the
floor being stepped on.
The next thing I
know Gus was dragging me out of the club.
Oh, God, who saw
this?Most of the people who’d witnessed
the brawl on the dance floor tonight are regulars.They know how I feel about Jason.They’d seen us together.And
they’d seen what Jason had done.
The sound of
Jason’s voice floats through the night air down to the beach where I’d rather
hide from all those pitying stares.All
those people who saw my roommate Lily’s boyfriend, Gus Jennings, drag me out of
the pit of the dance floor as Jason and some loser from Hyannis got into that
“I need to get
laid,” I hear.I sway in the sand as the
alcohol finally hits me and makes my head swim.It’s numbing.But I don’t want to
be numb.I’m a fighter.I’m a survivor.Fuck Chelsea, whoever the hell she is.If anyone is crawling into bed with Jason,
it’s going to be me!
For a man who’d
closed a multi-million dollar business deal just hours ago and finagled a
better price than even the financiers had expected, I’m amazed I was actually
able to get that little key card into the door and find the bed.The hotel room is hot, so I walk to the
sliding door and open it, letting the breeze from the ocean come into the room
to cool it down.I could put the a/c on
higher but I like the smell of the ocean and the breeze blowing over me somehow
takes away a bit of the nausea I’d felt at the club.
I sit down on
the bed and watch the sheer curtain billow with the wind.It’s all I can see in the darkness.But I can hear people talking as they walk on
the beach.Out there, people are
laughing.But I can’t laugh.Not after today.
“It’s just a
fucking house,” I tell myself as I shrug out of my suit jacket and toss it to
the chair by the little table in the corner.“You can buy another house.Hell,
you can buy a dozen houses with the money you have in the company.”
I sway as I sit
on the bed.My little pep talk isn’t
working.I start to unbutton my shirt
and smell the whiskey the cocktail waitress spilled on me when she’d refilled
her tray with drinks. Pretty girl.Nice smile.Too much makeup.Chloe always wore too much makeup too but
that’s because she had it professionally done every day and I swear they
charged her by the pound for the makeup they used.
thinking about the dressing room at the house that I no longer own.It was bigger than my office in downtown
Boston.I’m not going to miss getting up
in the morning and accidentally walking in on Chloe and her stylist and makeup
artist at the crack of dawn while I was still in the buff.Shit, didn’t those girls ever sleep?
The shirt is
giving me more of a struggle than I have patience for.I pop a button somewhere along the endless
run of buttons running down my chest, but I finally managed to get the shirt
off.The shoes and pants went quicker
and before I know it I’m naked and struggling with the bedspread so I can crawl
under the blanket.
abandon the idea and just fall flat on my back on the bedspread, hoping the
room will stop spinning enough for me to fall asleep.The room is too hot for the blanket
anyway.A rush of cool breeze and noise
from the beach rushes into the room.The
breeze feels good.The noise, not so
“Hey, baby,” I
hear someone whisper.
I could be
dreaming.But I’m not sure.It feels an awful lot like someone crawling
onto the bed.
“What are you
doing?” I mumble.
“It wasn’t nice
of you to leave the club without me,” the sweet voice says.I recognize that voice.Although I don’t know from where.
“Make love to
“What?”I lift my head just as I feel soft hands
making a trail up my legs to my balls.
I moan as the
sensation of feeling a woman’s touch on me after so long makes my senses come
“Do you want me,
baby?” she asks.Her voice is like a
manage to say.
“It’s me.Heather.Don’t you know who I am?”
say.Yes.I remember.Heather is the cocktail waitress at the club.“You spilled a drink on me.”
baby.Do you forgive me?”
The words are
hard to process, mostly because I can’t think of anything else but what she’s
doing with her hands.And now her
mouth.She’s kissing my stomach with
little feather kisses that grow cold as the breeze from outside hits the
moisture she’s leaving on my skin.It
feels great.I’m so tired, but I can
feel my cock getting hard and throbbing.
She’s cupping my
balls with one hand and has her fingers wrapped about the base of my dick with
I hiss as the
pleasure of her stroking me makes my dick throb.And then her mouth covers me, stroking with
exquisite pleasure.I raise my hips with
each flick of her tongue and each stroke of her mouth.
me,” I say with a moan.
She pulls away
and says, “No better way to die.” Her little giggle floats to my ear and makes
“You can say
I’d been on the
verge of cumming, but now I can breathe again.
“Come here,” I
She climbs on
top of me and melts against my body as I crush her against my chest in a
searing kiss. She's so soft and so hot that I’m afraid I’ll break her if I hold
her too tight.But she doesn’t protest.When we stop kissing, she straddles me,
positioning herself on top of my throbbing member and then sliding herself onto
me so that I’m inside her, moving, stroking.
“You feel so
good,” she murmurs.I grab her hips and
continue to move her up and down, up and down.Nothing has ever felt as good as Heather feels right now.
increases and becomes little gasps as she struggles for air with every
thrust.I feel her body tighten and it’s
more than I can bare. And then her small, fragile body shudders.My dick is squeezed by the orgasm that has
her rocking back and forth and moaning.And then I too join her as I cum, feeling ripped apart by the ever
glorious sensation this woman has brought out in me.
When it’s over,
she collapses against my chest, breathing hard and sweating.The cool breeze coming in from the sliding
door feels good against my skin.Heather
feels even better.
her head on my chest as I struggle to figure out how I ended up getting such a
gift tonight.When her breathing
steadies, she lifts her head and says, “How long before we can do it again?”
I chuckle at my
good fortune.The day had been a total
suckfest.Tonight I was making love to
an incredibly beautiful woman who wanted me.Fuck Chloe.