Brock raises an eyebrow and grabs my hand. “Careful,” he says, gesturing to the stairs.
I look around and smile as we begin to walk down them. “Oh, look over there.” I point to a building we can see in the distance.
He tightens his grip on my hand and gestures to the stairs again. “Tully, watch what you’re doing, please.”
“Oh my God, let me take a photo.” I stop to get my phone out of my bag.
“You can’t be serious!” he snaps. “You’re going to break your fucking neck in a moment.”
I smile mischievously. “Do you want to carry me down the steps, Dad?”
“It’s a lot safer than you walking them alone, that’s for sure. You’re worse than a two-year-old.”
“My two-year-old is going to be a lot naughtier than this.” I huff.
He stares at me blankly for a moment, as if the thought that he may one day have naughty children has never crossed his mind before now.
“What?” I smirk as we get to the bottom of the steps and walk across the tarmac.
“You think your children will be naughty? Doesn’t everyone usually start out with belief that their children will be perfect?” He frowns.
I smile goofily at the ridiculous notion. “Well, I was a nightmare as a child, and I’m pretty sure you were a nightmare, too. Together, that’s a whole lot of nightmares.”
His eyes flick over to me as he does the math. “Whatever. We’ll be too busy having wild sex to parent any kids, properly” he mutters under his breath.
“Brock, we can’t have sex if I have children,” I tell him seriously.
He frowns over at me. “Why not?”
“Because my vagina will be too stretched out,” I whisper, glancing around to make sure no one else can hear us.
He smirks as he hands his passport over to the customs officer on the desk. “Lucky we have option B then, isn’t it?”
The custom officer’s eyes roam over Brock as he approaches the desk, and she smiles as she reads his name
Ugh, I’m right here, you know!
She goes through all of the official checks with us both, and then she looks up and smiles sexily at him. “Have a nice trip, Mr. Marx.”
His eyes hold hers. “Thank you. I will.”
She twirls her hair and her smile turns into a flirtatious grin. Brock looks over at me and smirks as we walk off. He loves the fact that every woman who sees him goes weak at the knees.
“I wouldn’t get excited,” I whisper. “She probably fucks anything that moves.”
He chuckles as he takes my hand in his. “I’m sure she does.”
Our driver pulls into the large circular driveway. I peer out of the car like a little child. “This is where we’re staying?” I frown.
“Uh-huh. Out you get, Pock.” He kisses my fingertips and climbs out of the car.
I read the hotel sign:
The Halekulani
“Wow,” I whisper in awe. This is the most beautiful resort I have ever seen. There’s a large, marble open foyer filled with fancy looking bellboys. It has huge archways that lead out onto beautiful manicured lawns. Beyond that there’s a huge pool with white deck chairs and umbrellas lining the edges. At the back of the pool you can see the ocean. This place has restaurants, cocktail bars, and beautiful people scattered everywhere. I look around, lost in the magic of it all.
Brock comes around, opens my door, and pulls me out of the car by my hands. “Brock, this is amazing.”
“Only the best for my girl.” He smirks down at me.
“My blow job skills aren’t this good.” I giggle.
He smiles broadly and raises an eyebrow. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
We make our way through the building, and a private attendant gives us a tour of the resort before she takes us up to our room. She opens the huge double doors and my breath instantly catches in the back of my throat. The whole back wall is glass windows that overlook the pool and ocean. The king bed and all the furnishings are luxurious. I gasp out loud.
“My God, it’s beautiful,” I whisper to myself.
The kind looking attendant smiles. “It’s the Halekulani way.”
“Wow,” I mouth. Halekulani Heaven, more like it.
“This is your air conditioning temperature control.” She shows us. “This is your in-house service.” She flicks through and shows us everything. “Your rooms will be serviced three times a day.”
“Three times?” I gasp.
She smiles warmly. “You have your morning clean, and then we top up your ice bucket and deliver your fresh fruit platter every afternoon. We also offer a full turn down service every night.”
I look over to see a silver ice bucket is filled with ice, and there are thick crystal glass tumblers sitting beside it. There’s also a large tray of exotic fruit all cut up into fancy shapes. There are beautiful orchids in vases in the bathroom and the bedroom.
Holy shit, this place on another level.
“Would there be anything else?” She smiles.
I shake my head. “No, thank you.”
“All of the concierge staff members here are bilingual, so if you need anything at anytime from anywhere, we’re at your service. We also have an in-house doctor and physiotherapist in case you have an injury during your stay.”
Oh. The tipping thing. “Brock, the tip,” I whisper.
Brock retrieves his wallet.
The attendant holds up her hands. “We don’t accept tips here.” She smiles. “It’s the Halekulani way.” With a bow of her head, she disappears out of the door.
I turn to Brock. “Oh my God.” I gasp. “This place!”
He smiles darkly and throws me on the bed. “Now it’s Halefucktully time at the Halekulani.”
I burst out laughing as he crawls over me. “Room service!”
The sun is setting over the water, the sound of the ukulele filling the air.
Every afternoon at the Halekulani there’s a traditional trio of music played with a hula dancer out on the back lawn overlooking the water’s edge. There are fire lanterns throughout the garden, and the sound of the waves gently lapping on the shore is beyond peaceful. The staff are all wearing flowers in their hair, and the entire place has a relaxed party atmosphere about it. Brock and I are relaxing on our deckchairs near the pool as we take in our surroundings. We are drinking Mai Tai cocktails, and we’ve been in the same position all afternoon. We’ve talked about everything, from schools to jobs, to hopes and dreams, and with every minute that passes I feel myself falling just that little bit deeper in love with him.
Brock is intelligent, witty, and so unromantic that I somehow actually find it romantic. He says what he thinks with no filter, and it’s a very endearing quality to have. It’s rare.
I know how lucky I am to have met a man who makes me feel this way.
We connected before, sure but this trip has cemented what I already suspected about us.
This is it.
This is the feeling that I’ve been searching my whole life for.
Everything I never knew existed is right here with him.
“You want to get some dinner, Tully Pocket?”
We look up and see that everyone else has gone. The staff are packing up for the night. I think we’ve been in the same position, deep in conversation, for twelve hours straight.
“Where is everyone?
He shrugs and laughs. “Fuck knows?”
I didn’t hear the music stop, see the people leaving or even eating dinner.
I was too focused on him.
Brock. My beautiful Brock.
He stands and pulls me from my chair. “It’s okay, I’ll eat you instead.” He smirks.
I lie back and inhale the sun’s rays.
We lounging around the pool again with a cocktail each. We’ve been swimming and beaching all day. This is the life. It feels so good to be this relaxed. “I can’t believe this place. It’s so beautiful. Thank you for booking this holiday.”
Brock smiles, his eyes remaining closed as he puts his hands behind his head. “I know. You should probably pay off your debt tonight.”
I giggle.
“You want to come for a swim?” he asks.
“Hmm. No.”
He looks over at me. “Let me rephrase that: we’re going swimming.”
“I’m not.”
He bends, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder.
“Put me down,” I whisper-cry.
I glance up to see everyone around the pool is watching us. “Everyone’s watching us.” I giggle and slap his behind.
“All the men are wishing they could throw you over their shoulder and steal you away from me.”
All the women are wishing he was throwing them over his shoulder and taking them back to his room, more like.
He walks straight into the pool, sending me under the water, and when I come up gasping for air he dunks me again.
“Brock,” I croak, trying to breathe and laugh at the same time.
He splashes me and swims off. I swim after him, laughing as I go.
We really do need to talk about him working on his romantic side.
Brock
I lie on the bed with my hands behind my head as I watch Tully walking around the room, tidying up in her little black crochet bikini.
“I swear that bikini was put on this earth to drive me insane,” I say quietly, my eyes flickering over to the television. “Today, at the pool, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to try and control my dick.”
She giggles and turns to me, placing her hands on her hips and giving them a quick wiggle. “You like my bikini?
I nod, my eyes drinking her in. The week has been really cool-the best vacation I’ve had in a long time. There’s been sun, shopping, and then dinner and dancing every night.
Laughter, too. Lots of laughter.
Tully hasn’t stopped laughing for the entire week, and damn, it’s a sound I’ve gotten used to. It’s addictive… she’s addictive. She’s fucking beautiful. I’ve never been with a woman like her. I don’t want to have sex with her just to come. I want to be close to her. And even when I’m deep inside of her, it never seems close enough.
She carries on chatting to me as she walks around the room, oblivious to my thoughts. Her strawberry blonde hair is in a high ponytail and the skin on her body is shimmering from her tanning oil.
“What do you want to do tonight?” she asks.
I smile and raise an eyebrow.
She widens her eyes. “Let me guess: me?”
I nod, and she leans over to kiss me. “Why put off ’til later what you can do now.”
I slide my hand up the back of her thighs, feeling every muscle in her legs. Her lips take mine and I pull over me. She falls onto my body with a sexy giggle.
We kiss, and damn if she’s not the best kisser in the world.
All these emotions she brings out in me are beginning to take over. When she kisses me the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. It’s as if every cell in my body feels how special this thing is between the two of us.
I don’t know how long I can hold myself back from her. It’s getting harder every day-every hour. She’s opened up a part of me I didn’t even know existed and now I can’t turn it off.
I wouldn’t even if I could.
My hands slide up her back to slowly untie her bikini top. I throw it to the side and enjoy the feel of her large breasts pushing against my chest.
She smiles down at me, and I have this overwhelming urge to tell her…
“What are you thinking?” she whispers, as if reading my mind.
My eyes search hers, and in that moment, I know it’s time.
“I’m thinking I love you,” I whisper.