The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance

The Cancún
Trilogy

The Cancún Affair • Return
to Cancún • Cancún Wedding

Lena Malick

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Copyright © 2014 Lena Malick
| Scorpio Rising Publishing

Table of
Contents

The Cancún Affair

Return to Cancún

Cancún Wedding

About the Author

Other Titles by Lena
Malick

The
Cancún Affair

Chapter 1

It
wasn’t looking good. Standing in waist deep water, Terra struggled
to adjust her mask.

“Another day sitting on a perfect
white sand beach with a good book, going up to the bar hut every
hour or so for another cold beer—what could be better? What’s with
the need to take a diving class?” Terra complained as she struggled
with the strap.

“We’re in Cancún. A whole different
country. Don’t you think we should at least see a little more than
just the stretch of beach in front of our hotel cabana?” Vicky
asked, easily sliding her mask on and adjusting her
snorkel.

Other members of the class, comprised
mostly of pudgy, pasty Americans and their squealing, sunburned
offspring, were already floating face down, popping up periodically
to listen to the teacher explain what kind of fish they were
looking at. The instructor dropped food pellets in select spots to
attract the fish. It was like diving in an aquarium.

Terra was trying to shorten the strap.
“Someone with a ginormous head was the last one to use this,” she
said. Vicky sighed, but with her snorkel on it came out a wet
sputter.

One of the other dive instructors swam
up to Terra. When he stood up in the water, he kept growing and
growing, the water cascading off him. He was well over six feet
tall. His body was like a living Adonis, dark and rippled, with
large, smooth muscles. Terra thought of an Armani ad she’d seen in
a magazine, with a male model in a boat. Or was it Polo? He towered
over Terra, who stood about five-five and weighed 110.

He was wearing tight red racing
shorts, like he was on his way to a swim meet. Terra came to just
above his chest. He pealed his mask and snorkel off. His dark hair
had light sun streaks running through it. His eyes were so green,
it was unnerving. Everything about him seemed more vivid than
everything else around him, like he was a character out of
Avatar
that just wandered into their dreary 2D
world.

“Holly shit,” Terra heard Vicky say,
except with her snorkel on it sounded like “golly smitt.” Terra
wasn’t sure if Adonis man understood her, but he was probably used
to such reactions.

“Please, I help you,” he said in a
thick accent. He dropped down so he was sitting in the water. His
legs dangled at Terra’s sides as he reached for her mask. She
handed it to him. He slid the strap through the clasp, adjusting
it. As he did, the current gently nudged him closer so he was
nearly touching her, encircling her with his legs. He didn’t seem
to be caught up in the American notion of ‘personal space’, as he’d
clearly violated hers. Terra thought she may have stopped
breathing.

He handed her mask back to her. “It
help clear mask if you spit first. You miss that part of class.”
Definitely an accent, but not Hispanic. Italian? He spat in his own
mask, sloshing water in it. Terra tried to spit, but nothing came
out. He smiled and pushed away. “Join the rest of us,” he said,
rolling in the water and swimming away like he was half
fish.

“Og. My. Goff.” Vicky said, sputtering
through her snorkel.

“Control yourself,” Terra said,
finally getting her mask on.

The class turned out to be a lot of
fun, thought they didn’t see much more of Adonis man, as he was
working with another group most of the time. Terra caught glimpses
of him though. She was amazed that someone could be that physically
beautiful. What was he doing teaching tourists how to snorkel? Why
didn’t he just walk into a modeling agency? Really, that’s all he’d
have to do, just walk in the door.

When she was thirteen, Terra won an
amateur modeling contest at a mall back in Ann Arbor. The
experience, which was actually just a marketing gimmick by a
clothing company, nonetheless got her dreaming of Paris runways and
fashion spreads. But when she stopped growing at five-five, she
knew she didn’t have much chance. Luckily, she had brains as a
backup, and at nineteen was now about to enter her sophomore year
as a biology major, with plans to go to medical school and become a
pediatrician. Vicky was in her second year of a Masters
program.

Back at their beach cabana that
evening, they sipped margaritas before going to dinner.

“My God,” Vicky was saying, “He was
just all… meat, and muscle, and yummy-yummy-scrumptious
oh-my-God-take-me-now-and-do-bad-things-to-me kind of gorgeous.”
She was right, Terra thought as she laughed at Vicky’s description.
They didn’t know his name, so they still referred to him as Adonis
man.

“Let’s take the class again tomorrow,”
Vicky said.

“Don’t you think that will be a little
obvious? Besides, you have a boyfriend.”

“I know. But
you
don’t. I’m
only thinking of you. Besides, we’re on vacation. So normal rules
don’t apply.”

Terra broke up with her boyfriend five
months ago. She never told Vicky that he was her one and only
boyfriend. It had been a confusing experience for her. She lost her
virginity to him in an awkward, hurried exchange, then spent the
next few months trying to get comfortable with him. It was never
good. He was a scrawny, insecure kid, who finally told her, in an
emotional good-bye, that he’d found his true nature, and his true
nature was gay.

“What do you mean, normal rules don’t
apply? For me or for you?” Terra asked, a little afraid of the
answer.

“Well, I was thinking of you, but
maybe he’s got a friend. Poseidon, or Aqua Man or someone. Someone
with a taste for sisters. Why are there no black superheroes? How’s
a girl supposed to fantasize?”

“What do you want to do after dinner?”
Terra asked, hoping to change the subject. She ran her hands down
her legs, massaging her sore muscles.

“I dunno. Maybe dancing?”

“Let’s get dressed. I want to borrow
that yellow blouse you have. It’ll show off my tan.”

“Good luck. You’ll need to wrap it
around you twice.”

They had opposite bodies. Vicky was
tall, busty and all curves. Terra was shorter and skinny, with
porcelain white skin, though a week in the sun had given her some
welcome color. “But with a killer butt,” Vicky would remind her.
“You’ve got the world’s finest ass, for a scrawny white girl.”
Terra was also blessed with long, beautiful, light brown hair,
which now had blond highlights, thanks to the sun and salt water.
In the blue bathing suit she bought for the trip, she was noticing
a lot of guys looking at her. She was starting to feel confident.
All the yoga and running she’d done after breaking up with her
boyfriend was finally paying off.

“Yeah, maybe dancing would be fun,”
Terra said.

Chapter 2

She
saw him at the bar. Being shy, her instinct was to turn away. But
it was too late. He saw her.

They hadn’t gone dancing. They spent
so long at dinner they decided just to have drinks at the Circle
Rock bar. Circle Rock was a bar on the sand that surrounded a huge
sphere of rocks, in the center of which was an enormous bonfire. It
gave the place the feeling of a beach party. An acoustic reggae
band played. Flames from the fire bathed everyone in sexy gold and
yellow. Most people were wearing beach clothes—shorts, bikini tops
and sexy wraps.

Terra’s heart surged in her chest at
the sight of him. Talking about him with Vicky, they had turned him
into a kind of unreal character, but here he was. Very real, and
impossibly sexy in baggy shorts and a soft white cotton shirt. He
had a beautiful gold medallion around his neck. Nearly overdressed
for this place, Terra thought.

He smiled at her, his teeth white as
ivory. “The girl with no spit,” he said. She smiled feebly, glad he
probably couldn’t see her face turn red—saved by the dancing
firelight. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the woman with
him. Impossible to believe, but she was nearly as beautiful as him,
with the same emerald green eyes. She wore a gold bikini top over
her dark skin, and had a thin, dainty gold chain around her waist,
held up by delicate hip bones. She had on a colorful sarong, with a
full split that showed her long, toned legs, and high-strap
gladiator sandals. She was about the sexiest woman Terra had ever
seen. She suddenly felt like the ugliest girl on the
beach.

“Hi,” Terra managed to say, looking up
at him. “I was just… getting a couple of beers,” she added, turning
and setting her wallet on the bar.

“This is my sister, Anna,” he said
with a smile. The woman reached over, taking Terra’s hand. “Nice to
meet you,” she said. She had the same accent as him.

“Hi, I’m Terra.”

They both smiled at her, two sets of
radiant teeth. Terra still didn’t know his name, and now was afraid
to ask. “Anna going back to Athens in the morning. Her final year
at University. We’re celebrating with having to drink,” he said.
Terra found his awkward English ridiculously endearing.

“Nice,” was all Terra could think to
say. Athens. That was the accent. Greek.

“Same again?” the bartender asked
Terra. “Yeah, thanks,” she said.

Adonis man leaned over and spoke in
Terra’s ear. “I’m Nikolaos. Or just Nik.” She breathed him in as he
spoke, his breath warm against her ear. Wood, sand, ocean—and
something sweeter. Sexy. As he pulled back, the scruff on his cheek
brushed lightly against the side of her face, sending a tingle
through her, as if casting a spell on her.

Terra felt light headed, like she was
intoxicated. She started to say something as they both looked at
her, but nothing came out. The bartender put two beers on the bar.
“On your tab?” he said. “Oh, yeah sure. Cabana nine,” Terra
said.

Just as Terra started to turn away,
Anna leaned over, taking her arm, and whispered in her ear, “I
think my brother has a crush on you.” Terra could smell vanilla and
lemon. Anna let go and gave her a sly smile. Terra turned away,
blood rushing to her head, too flustered to respond.

Chapter 3

“Okay, you have no chance. I have no chance. No woman alive
has a chance. I saw her. She’s too beautiful for the room, and
there are a lot of beautiful women in this room, or whatever you’d
call this bar,” Vicky said, looking around as Terra sat down with
their beers.

“I know. And she’s even more beautiful
up close. But she’s his sister.”

“Ah,
sister
. That’s sweet. What
guy brings his sister to a bar? Maybe he’s gay.”

“What?” The reggae band had plugged in
and the place was getting noisy.

“Maybe he’s GAY. Likes
MEN,
”
Vicky shouted.

Just then, he crouched down between
them. Neither had noticed him approach their table.

“Hi!” he said, with that gorgeous
smile. And his wonderful smell. Either he didn’t hear Vicky’s
comment, or he pretended not to.

“Hi, Nik,” Terra said. Vicky raised
her eyebrows at her. “This is Vicky.”

“Hello, handsome,” Vicky said
playfully. Terra envied her confidence. “We’re planning to take
your class again tomorrow. You’ll be there, right? Maybe you’ll
take us out to deeper waters,” Vicky added, seductively.

“I would love to,” Nik said in his
think accent. “But I must take my sister to airport.” He looked at
Terra, as if expecting her to say something. Crouched the way he
was, he was eye level with her, close enough to kiss. His face was
open, as if inviting her in. His green eyes, unblinking, had a
hypnotic effect. It seemed impossible not to stare at
them.

“So, Nik, do you have any friends?”
Vicky said, as Nik and Terra continued to stare at each other. “I
have lots of the friends,” he said, keeping his eyes on
Terra.