The Bad Boy Wants Me(154)

He looked up at the iron moldings holding the massive swing bed. ‘Are you sure it is safe?’

I grinned. ‘Try it … Tarzan.’

He gave me a very dirty look, grasped the thick ropes, then hopped onto the swing platform with the king size bed on it. It jerked violently and he had to widen his stance, bend his knees, and throw his arms up to regain his balance. ‘Fuuuuck,’ he said.

I tried not to giggle at that precious momentary look of panic on his normally cocky, arrogant face.

‘We’re actually going to have sex here?’ he asked doubtfully.

‘That would be completely acceptable.’

‘What if these ropes break?’

‘It is not just the ropes. The underlying suspension system was engineered to take the weight of a Boeing 747.’

His mouth curved into a slow, wicked smile. ‘That’s good to know because I have very sweaty, dirty nights planned for us.’

An electric tingle coursed through me. It would be a long time before I got used to the thought that Lord Greystoke, that mysterious, cold stranger who could barely bring himself to be polite to me, wanted me with the kind of intensity that Ivan showed.

‘Where did Robert sleep?’ he asked casually.

‘Upstairs. He was a big coward. There’s another bedroom on the side of the kitchen,’ I said pointing up to my left. ‘I tried to get him to come down here, but he always refused. On windy nights he used to keep waking up in the middle of the night and lean over the balustrade with a storm lantern to look down and check if I was still hanging on. I’m like a tick. No getting rid of me, I told him.’

He just laughed without making any comment.

‘Come on, I’ll show you the second best part of the house.’

He hopped off the platform and we went up the steps to solid ground again. I took him to the far end of the house out to the open air, heated pool made of old andesite stone from Java. Rosli had already filled it up with fresh water. It looked beautiful with the afternoon sun hitting the large dragon waterspout sculpture.

‘Just what we need tonight,’ he said.

Strange that after everything we had done I was suddenly shy. ‘Now we really should hit the shower then make our way over to the other side of the island. I want you to meet everybody and I’ve got chocolates to distribute.’

We bathed outside in the custom-made rainforest shower. I arched my neck back, the water pounding on my face, my forearms pressed into the sweaty copper walls, and reveled in the sensation of Ivan’s cock thrusting deep inside me. He bent his head over my face, his eyes glittering hotly as he kissed my mouth.





Chapter 31


Tawny Greystoke

I slipped into a T-shirt, boy-shorts and flip-flops, let down all the net blinds, and went to look for Ivan. He was standing at the edge of the water.

‘Hey,’ I said.

He turned to look at me and for a moment there was such a sad look in his eyes that I took a step back.

‘What’s the matter?’ I asked.

He shook his head. ‘I was thinking of Robert,’ he said. I think part of me knew that he was not really thinking of Robert, but something connected to Robert.

A wave lapped at my feet. I squeezed my toes. ‘Why were you thinking about him?’

He shrugged. ‘Just how little I knew him. How he had this whole other life that I knew nothing about.’

‘Yeah. Robert was special.’

‘You still miss Robert very much, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Wasn’t it awkward with your age difference?’

‘No.’ I smiled thinking about Robert. ‘Neither of us cared what anybody else thought. We used to go places where people would mistake us for father and daughter and we’d just laugh and tell them we were husband and wife.’

He nodded. ‘Hmmm …’

‘We should get going. They’ve probably prepared a barbeque for us. They always have a lovely bonfire.’

‘Ah, bonfire,’ he said mildly.

‘I’m from the South. It’s in my nature to love a bonfire.’

‘Let’s go to this bonfire then.’

We walked to the back of the house and took the narrow path that cut across the island. Once I nearly tripped on some roots and Ivan caught me. ‘Be careful,’ he warned with a scowl on his face. ‘I’d hate to see even a scratch on you.’

As we neared the beach on the opposite side of the island, we could hear the sound of laughter and music and smell the food they were cooking. When we arrived in the clearing where the volunteers all lived they gathered around us, and I introduced Ivan to everyone. It was not breeding season for the sea turtles so it was a smaller crew, but they were a young, lively and idealistic group. Two Australians, a French boy, three British lads, a couple of German girls and some students from the local universities.