--: Keifer's POV: --
The sunlight wasn't just creeping over the horizon anymore; it was slicing through the sheer curtains of the cottage like a blade. I hadn't slept much. How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom heat of her skin against mine, the echo of her moans, and the weight of the trust she'd placed in me.
Jay-Jay was still out cold, draped across my chest like I was her favorite pillow. Her breathing was steady, a soft puff of air against my collarbone every few seconds. She looked peaceful—entirely unaware that it was officially the morning of the 29th, her birthday.
I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering on her soft skin. "Jay," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep. "Jay-Jay, wake up baby. It's your birthday."
She didn't even stir. Instead, she let out a tiny, annoyed growl deep in her throat and snuggled even deeper into my chest, her arms tightening around my waist as if she were trying to merge with me. The feeling of her bare skin sliding against mine, her legs tangled with mine, was enough to make my pulse skyrocket.
"Jay, come on. Others are going to be looking for us," I tried again, shaking her shoulder gently.
Another growl. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her breath hot against my skin, refusing to acknowledge the world outside the blanket.
I looked down at her, and my resolve crumbled. She looked breathtaking, completely bare and vulnerable against me. The sight of her, combined with the way she was straddling my waist even in her sleep, sent a violent jolt of heat straight to my gut. My reindeer wasn't just awake; it was demanding attention, thickening and pressing firmly against her core.
Since she wouldn't wake up for words, I decided to wake her up with something else.
I shifted my hips, guiding myself to her opening while she was still half-lost in a dream. She was already so warm and slick from our marathon last night that I didn't need much to slide home. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, and gave a slow, but powerful upward thrust.
"Ahhh!"
Jay-Jay's eyes snapped wide open, her pupils dilating instantly as she felt the sudden, massive invasion. Her back arched, her hands flying to my shoulders for balance as her brain struggled to process the transition from sleep to this overwhelming sensation.
"K-Keifer?" she wheezed, her voice high and trembling. "What... what are you—oh god..."
"Happy birthday, Jay," I rasped, my voice sounding like gravel. I didn't stop. I gripped her waist tighter and drove into her again, setting a deep, demanding rhythm.
"Oh god... Ahh! Keifer!" She let out a long, broken moan that vibrated through my entire chest. She wasn't fighting it anymore; her body was already softening around me, her knees on either side of my hips locking her into place as she began to ride the waves of the thrusts.
I watched the flush spread across her chest and neck in the bright morning light. It was even more intense than the night before—seeing her face so clearly, seeing the way her lips parted and her eyes glazed over as the pleasure took hold. Every time I thrust upward, she let out a sharp, rhythmic gasp, her fingers clutching my hair, pulling me closer.
"You're... you're so big... I can't breathe," she whimpered, her head tossing back as I continued to thrust upward from beneath her, harder and deeper with every stroke.
"Just breathe with me, Jay," I countered, my teeth grazing her collarbone. I leaned up, pulling her closer so our chests were flushed together, whispering into her ear. "I told you, I'm going to take care of you. I'm not going to get you pregnant this early, baby... I'll make sure of it. I just want to feel every bit of you."
The intensity in the room skyrocketed. Every time our skin met, the wet, rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding filled the small room, drowning out the distant sound of the ocean. Jay-Jay was crying out, her fingers digging into my arms until I was sure I'd have marks to show. She was moving with a desperate, frantic rhythm, her hair falling over us like a silken curtain.
"Keifer... please... I'm close... Ahh! Don't... don't stop! More... I want more!"
She was begging now, her voice a series of breathless, high-pitched staccatos. I didn't hold back. I increased the pace, my movements becoming fierce and possessive. I wanted to mark her, to make sure she felt nothing but me. The heat between us was suffocating, but neither of us cared.
She hit her limit, her inner muscles tightening around me in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses that nearly broke my remaining threads of control.
She collapsed forward, her face buried in my neck as she sobbed out my name. I followed her a second later, a low, guttural growl escaping my throat as I gave one final, deep thrust that felt like it reached her soul.
But as our breathing slowed and the sweat cooled on our skin, I didn't move. I stayed buried deep inside her, my weight still pinning her against my chest, feeling the aftershocks of her pleasure ripple through her.
"Keifer..." she whispered after a few minutes, her voice small and shaky. "You... you can pull out now. I need to move. I'm... I'm sore."
I tightened my hold on her waist, my eyes locking onto hers with a possessive, dark heat. "No."
"No?" she blinked, her face going a deeper shade of crimson. "What do you mean 'no'? We can't stay joined like this all day. We have to see the others!"
"Why not?" I smirked, enjoying the way she squirmed, which only made me feel her more. "You know what? I have a better idea. Let's stay like this... and go take a shower together."
"Keifer! You're insane!" she shrieked, her hands batting feebly at my chest. "You can't carry me to the shower while you're still... inside me! That's physically impossible!"
"Watch me," I challenged. I shifted, my muscles tensing as I prepared to lift her without breaking the connection. I wrapped my arms securely around her, hoisting her up until her legs were locked around my waist. She let out a tiny, high-pitched gasp as the movement made me slide even deeper.
I stood up from the bed slowly, the weight of her in my arms feeling perfect. I could feel every inch of her—the way her heart was still racing against mine, the way she was still trembling. I didn't let her go. I walked toward the bathroom with her legs wrapped tight around me, each step sending a new jolt of friction between us.
"Ow... Keifer, what did you do to me? I feel like I got hit by a truck," she complained, her voice muffled against my neck, though she clung to me for dear life.
"I told you, Jay. Don't blame my reindeer for doing its job. Especially not on your birthday. Now, let's go get clean... if I ever decide to let you go at all."
I stepped into the shower, the cool air of the bathroom hitting our damp skin, but the heat between us hadn't faded an inch.
--: Jay-Jay's POV: --
The transition from the bed to the bathroom was a blur of friction and gasping breaths. Keifer didn't just carry me; he kept us locked together, his arms like iron bands around my waist and thighs. Every step he took sent him deeper, the weight of my body sliding down onto him with a wet, heavy thud that made my head spin. By the time we stepped into the glass enclosure, I was already trembling, my fingers tangled in his wet hair as I tried to stay upright.
"Keifer, put me down," I managed to whimper, my voice sounding like it belonged to a stranger. "The water... it's going to be cold at first. I'm already shaking."
"I'm not letting go, Jay. Not even for a second," he rumbled, his voice vibrating through my very bones.
He reached for the handle, and a second later, the spray hit us. I let out a sharp, piercing cry, my body flinching as the warm water cascaded over my raw, sensitized skin. But as I arched my back to escape the sudden spray, I only succeeded in pulling him even further inside, burying him to the hilt. A jagged sob escaped my throat.
"Ah! Keifer... wait... it's too much..."
"It's just the beginning, Jay. Just breathe with me," he rasped, his voice echoing off the tiles like a command.
He didn't put me down. Instead, he slammed me back against the cool glass wall of the shower. The contrast was a total sensory explosion—the chilled, slick surface against my back, the steaming water pouring over my head, and the burning, electric heat where we were still joined. The water acted as a lubricant, and as he began to move, it made every slight shift of his hips feel like a thousand volts of electricity coursing through my core.
I thought I was too tired for more. I thought I had given everything during that wake-up call in bed. But as Keifer started to move again, I realized he was just getting started.
It wasn't the fast pace from before. This was slow, agonizingly deep, and incredibly possessive. He would pull nearly all the way out, letting the water rush between us for a split second, before driving back in with a force that made the glass wall rattle behind me. With every upward thrust, a new wave of heat crashed through me, turning my moans into wet, desperate whimpers that were swallowed by the roar of the falling water.
"Look at me, Jay," he whispered, his lips brushing against my wet, burning ear.
I lifted my head, my hair plastered to my face in dark, dripping ropes, my eyes hazy and unfocused. "You're... you're relentless," I panted, my nails digging into his wet, muscular shoulders until I could feel the tension in his skin. "Is this... part of the birthday package? Are you trying to break me?"
"I'm trying to make sure you remember exactly who you belong to," he smirked, that dark, predatory glint back in his eyes. He gripped my thighs, hoisting me even higher, and then he hit that exact spot—the one that made my vision go white.
"Oh! Ahhh... Keifer! Please!" I threw my head back, the water splashing over my face as I completely surrendered. The intensity was suffocating, the steam making it hard to catch my breath as he increased the tempo. Every time he drove upward, I felt a high-pitched cry tear from my lungs. He wasn't just "celebrating" me; he was marking me, driving himself into me with a rhythm that felt like it was rewriting my DNA.
The friction, the heat, and the rhythmic sound of the water hitting the floor combined into a total, mind-numbing blur. I felt my inner muscles tighten around him again—that delicious, desperate squeeze that told me I was right on the edge of a total collapse.
"Keifer... now... please... I can't take any more... I'm going to—" I sobbed, my body beginning to vibrate violently in his arms.
"Go ahead, baby. Take it all," he growled, his own breathing coming in harsh, jagged stabs.
He didn't hold back. He increased the intensity to a punishing pace, his movements becoming fierce and desperate, until I screamed his name into the steam, my voice breaking. I felt the waves of my climax wash over me with a force that left me utterly limp, and a second later, I felt him follow—a guttural, primal roar escaping him as he buried his face in my neck, holding me so tight I thought my ribs might snap.
Our hearts thudded together in a frantic, dying rhythm, the only sound in the room besides the splashing water. We stayed there for an eternity, the warm water washing over our tangled, exhausted bodies. When he finally, slowly, slid out of me, I let out a small, involuntary whimper of loss.
He held me close, supporting my entire weight as my feet finally touched the floor. My legs were so shaky I felt like I was made of water; if he hadn't kept me pinned against his chest, I would have slid straight down the tiles.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, his forehead resting against mine.
I took a long, shaky breath and looked up at him, my lips trembling into a tired but genuine smile. "I think... I think I'm officially the most 'celebrated' girl on this island. But Keifer? If you even look at me like that again before brunch, I am actually going to pass out in the sand."
He laughed, the sound deep and warm, as he reached for the soap to finally start cleaning us up. "I think I can manage to hold off for a few hours, Jay-Jay. But don't think you're getting away from me for the rest of the day."
"I wouldn't dream of it," I murmured, leaning my forehead against his wet chest, letting the water wash away the evidence of our morning even as the feeling of him remained burned into my soul.
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The steam had mostly cleared, but my head was still spinning as Keifer finally set me down on the edge of the bed. I felt like a pile of half-set jelly. My skin was tingling, and my heart was still trying to find its normal rhythm.
"Okay," I breathed, clutching a towel to my chest. "We really, really have to move now. If we don't show up soon, they're going to send a search party."
I tried to stand up, thinking I could just power through it. But the second I put weight on my legs, a sharp, white-hot ache shot through my thighs and lower back.
"AH!" I let out a short, muffled scream, my knees buckling instantly.
Keifer caught me before I hit the floor, his arms steady and strong. "Whoa..whoa, easy there, birthday girl."
"Keifer, I can't walk!" I hissed, clutching his forearms for dear life. "My legs feel like they've been stretched on a rack! This is your fault! Your 'reindeer' is a menace to society!"
"Stay here, and don't blame my little one." he said, pushing me gently back onto the mattress.
He walked over to the closet, rummaging through his bag for a second before pulling out a small, amber-colored glass bottle. I blinked, watching him walk back with a focused expression.
"What is that?" I asked, suspicious.
"Massage oil," he said simply, unscrewing the cap. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air.
My jaw dropped. "Where did that come from? Why do you have massage oil in your luggage, Keifer?"
He stopped, his hand mid-air. For the first time since last night, I saw the legendary Keifer Watson look... nervous. He blinked, his dark lashes fluttering as he gave me the most exaggerated, innocent puppy-dog eyes I'd ever seen. He looked like he'd never broken a rule in his life.
"I... uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at me. "I had a feeling we might end up like this. I wanted to be prepared."
"Prepared?!" I choked out a laugh, half-shocked and half-impressed. "You planned for me to be paralyzed on my birthday?"
"I planned to take care of you," he corrected, his voice dropping to a soft murmur as he knelt between my legs. "I actually have a few more things to show you—but maybe later at noon when we're resting."
He didn't wait for me to argue. He reached out and pulled the towel away, and before I could protest my nakedness, I felt his warm hands, slick with oil, press against my inner thighs. I gasped, but as he began to knead the sore muscles with firm, expert strokes, the pain started to dull into a heavy, soothing warmth.
He moved higher, his touch careful and reverent as he massaged the ache away from my core, his thumbs working out the tension he had put there himself. I bit my lip, my face flaming, but I couldn't deny that it felt amazing.
Once I was sufficiently "mended," he helped me into a fresh sundress, sliding the fabric over my head and even helping me with my jewelry. When he finally stood back up, he looked at me and then swept me off my feet, carrying me toward the door in a bridal carry.
"Keifer, put me down! What are we going to tell the others?" I asked, panic rising. "We're over two hours late! They aren't stupid!"
He paused at the door, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We'll just tell them the truth. That we were making out for six hours straight and I didn't let you leave the bed."
"KEIFER!" I swiped at his chest, my face reaching a temperature that could boil water. "You want me to be murdered by my brother today?!"
He let out a low, dark chuckle, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose. "I'm just kidding, Jay. I'm not that suicidal."
He shifted my weight in his arms, his expression turning back into that of a master strategist. "Don't worry. The real story is this: we'll tell them that you fell while running on the seashore last night. You had those high heels on, you tripped in the sand, and you stretched your leg muscles really badly. That's why I'm carrying you."
I stared at him, my eyebrows shooting up. "And you think they'll believe that?"
"Well," he smirked, stepping out onto the porch into the bright morning light. "I remember we didn't bring back your heels from the seashore where you discarded them last night. When you were running from me. It's the perfect evidence. We'll tell them that after you fell you discarded them."
I groaned, burying my face in the crook of his neck as we headed toward the beach. "You are a professional liar, Keifer Watson."
"I prefer the term 'well-prepared'," he whispered.