The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance by Lena Malick

giant gong had
been hit somewhere in the ocean depths, and its deep vibrations
were now centered inside her. He was still nibbling at the back of
her neck, mixing a drop of exotic pain to the climatic pleasure. As
he let go of her neck, the orgasm began to drift off, slipping away
like the echo of a distant memory.

Chapter 6
    They slept on the beach. He brought out blankets and pillows
and laid them out. She had no idea what time it was, but she knew
it was late. Or early. They lay their naked bodies down together,
totally spent. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and rested
her hand on his chest, watching it drift up and down. The island
birds and animals were quiet in consideration of their special
guests. The air was warm and fragrant, as if infused with a magical
sleep potion. They fell into a deep, heavy sleep.
    She didn’t know how long they slept,
but knew it couldn’t have been long. When she opened her eyes, the
first light of morning was streaking across the ocean. She looked
at him and found he was already awake, staring at the water. He
gave her a light kiss. They lay quietly, the morning sun warming
their bodies. Eventually they got up and went into the water,
allowing to it revive them like a natural elixir as they stretched
their stiff bodies.
    They sailed back in a happy daze.
After tying up at the dock, they went inside to find most of the
others already up, grabbing breakfast and drifting in and out of
the house. Red stood in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee, her
flaming hair a wild mess piled atop her head.
    “Hey, sunshine,” she said to Terra.
“Want some breakfast?”
    “No, thank you. Just coffee.” She
found a mug and poured herself a cup.
    “Well, you better eat something. Big
day ahead of you.”
    After a shower and a change of
clothes, Terra met Nik out on the deck. “You sure you want to do
this?” he asked her. “Yes,” she said. “I want to help. Put me to
work. Please. I want to be a part of what you’re doing.
“
    Carmine joined them. “’Sup,
man?”
    “Hey, Carmine, can you use Terra today
to help you?”
    “Of course. Come on. I think I got a
tool belt that’ll fit you. We’re building walls today.”
    “Okay, great.” Terra said, a bit
nervous. She hadn’t really expected to be building anything, just
helping out however she could. But Carmine would have none of that.
He was a master builder, and very patient in explaining things to
her.
    They spent the afternoon leveling a
floor and setting a brick wall. It was hard work, and by the end of
the day she was exhausted. But it was satisfying. She ran her hands
over the red bricks, taking satisfaction in having helped create
something so tangible.
    “Good work, Little T. You got a knack
for it. See you tomorrow,” Carmine said.
    The next day, she helped pour concrete
flooring. Terra quickly learned there was little deference to her
as a girl. Nobody treated her like the weaker sex. Everyone was
expected to pull their weight. It was both taxing and liberating.
Terra remembered her father always made her feel like she was
capable of nothing more than holding a flashlight. Here, the guys
didn’t think twice about asking her to grab the wheel barrel and
haul over two more bags of concrete mix.
    When she took a shower after working
all day, muscles she didn’t know she had ached. She discovered for
the first time the satisfaction that could come from physical work.
After a week, looking at her naked body in the mirror. Terra could
see she had gotten leaner and stronger. She developed a deep tan
from working outside. Come ‘fire time’, she ate ravenously, and
began eating a big breakfast every morning. Every day, her body
felt more powerful.
    For the next few weeks, they fell into
a rhythm. Every day, Terra would help Carmine with the construction
of the buildings, and at night, after fire time and dinner, she and
Nik would go to the island. Nik would anchor the boat and dive off,
turning on the underwater