Their choices are simple. The decision isn't.
Three best friends will have to decide whether to accept what their hearts desire and face the consequences, or continue to deny their love.
Only on Pelican Cay can they face that question openly, and without censure. But their lives extend beyond this island paradise. No matter how they choose, there will be painful repercussions that will test their commitment, loyalty, even the very definition of family. Where do they truly belong and who will they ultimately risk losing in the end?
People would judge. It was one of the immutable facts of life. Did their intolerant opinions mean they were right? Hardly.
Angela Becker set her chopsticks down on her empty dinner plate and dropped back in her deck chair with a well-earned, contented sigh. Her body might be tired, her eyes drowsy, but a sense of peace spread through her the likes of which she’d never felt before. It struck her as odd because the path she’d chosen wasn’t an easy one—nor one she’d dreamed for herself. In the nine months she’d been on Pelican Cay, she’d turned her life upside down in some rather startling ways.
No more suppressing and denying who she was. Only here was she able to come to terms with her fluid tastes and preferences. Too bad finding herself meant losing her connection to home, to family, to her past. There was no way her religiously conservative parents would understand and support her aberrant lifestyle. Growing up in such a rigid and uncompromising environment, she knew how it would end, if and when they found out. She was already dead to them—they just didn’t know it yet.
Casting off the unwelcome side trip into disappointment, her thoughtful gaze found and lingered on the face of the exotic beauty sitting with her. The flickering candles on the table seemed to love Kavita Singh as much as she did. The light caressed her flawless caramel skin and glinted off her glossy black hair.
Noticing she was the center of attention, Kavita’s full lips turned up in a subtle smile and she blinked those dark espresso eyes. “Penny for your thoughts.”
Smiling herself now, Angie sighed in irrepressible awe. “You’re gorgeous.” Feeling a rush of emotion, she reached for Kavita’s hand. Their braided fingers, golden brown interlaced with light tan, reminded her of the woven loaves of bread her grandmother used to make. Admiring their clasped hands, she let out a soft laugh of wonder at how perfect things felt. She had regrets, but Vee wasn’t one of them. “We worked damn hard getting moved in today, but I think it was worth it.”
“Absolutely. I’m so glad we took four days off to unpack and organize. We have three free days ahead of us and nothing to do except lounge around and soak up our new place.”
“And swim,” Angie added, relishing the thought.
They turned at the crash of a wave rolling over itself and watched the moonlight bounce and dance over the heaving surf.
Kavita slid her chair back and rose to her feet, pulling Angie up with her. “Come on. Let’s take one last stroll along the beach before we turn in.”
“You read my mind.”
Their route from the shadowed lanai was no more than a narrow, sandy footpath between wild gardenias, beach naupaka, and sprawling seaside morning glories. Kavita broke out onto the open sand at a jog, dragging Angie along, her soft laughter joyful and infectious. They both sped up and ran splashing into the oncoming waves until it lapped up their legs and soaked the bottom of Angie’s shorts and Kavita’s little skirt.
Breathless, grinning from ear to ear, they faced the water for a moment then turned their smiles on each other. Two more heaving breaths, eyes locked, smiles easing, and they grabbed each other, pressing their bodies tight together. Angie’s hand tangled in the thick curtain of Kavita’s hair, anchoring her lover to her as Kavita gripped her short blonde mop.
Kavita’s lush body turned Angie on as no other woman ever had. She was slim yet shapely, her curves a wonder to behold—and to hold. Her lips were soft, full, and as round and enticing as her dark eyes. Angie felt like a poor example of womanhood whenever she saw their reflections side by side in the mirror. To her, Kavita was the ideal. She, on the other hand, had hit puberty late and it was more a glancing brush than a blow. Instead of the classic hourglass, her figure was still distressingly similar to a young boy’s. At least she didn’t have to wear a bra. But…she’d didn’t have to wear a bra! She loved Kavita’s breasts. If she had a set of her own, she’d play with them all the time.
Yet Kavita was crazy about Angie too. Incredible as it seemed, she saw something beautiful and desirable in her. How did she ever get so lucky as to meet this exotic goddess?
A solid wave knocked them sideways and sent them toppling into the ocean. Laughing now, they crawled a few feet up the firm sand and grabbed each other again. Kavita straddled Angie and leaned down, holding her head as she kissed her, the ends of her hair dripping salt water down Angie’s neck and throat.
Angie clutched Kavita’s hips and pressed upward, grinding against her open sex. The motion clearly appreciated, Kavita matched her movements, groaning into Angie’s mouth. Their tongues stroked and caressed as Angie slid her right hand under her partner’s clinging skirt and squeezed her bare cheek.
“Baby, you have a great ass.”
Responding to the compliment, her lover purred into her mouth and her grip tightened on Angie’s hair.
So it was going to be one of those nights—intense, a little rough, and hotter than hell. Good. There was a reckless, wild feel in the air, an echo of the sea lapping up their bare legs. With a hungry growl, Kavita dropped on top of her and rolled them to their sides as they kissed and strained together, legs, arms, and hands in urgent motion.
A deep cough caught them off-guard and they jerked back, startled, and took a guilty look.
It was Lance. Their tension eased when their closest friend and, as of today, their new neighbor, wandered by, screening his view of them with his hand. He was chuckling.
“Don’t mind me. Just going home. Carry on.”
Laughing, the women sat up.
“Have a good night, Lance,” Kavita called to him.
He snorted, amused. “Yeah, you too. Not that you need my encouragement.” He gave them a backhanded wave and cut through the overgrown foliage to his property.
Angie laughed and worked herself up to her feet. “Come on. Let’s go live out his two women fantasy. You know he’ll be thinking about what we’re going to do to each other now.”
“You’re twisted. I love it. I think it’s going to be fun living here--torturing him.” Kavita smiled as she tried to straighten her clinging skirt. It was useless. “Let’s go to bed.”
Coming in January 2015!