Caribbean Crush (Under the Caribbean Sun) Read Online Free Page B

could not have things his way this time.
     
     
    “I’ll bet that’s what they were doing last night.” Falco leaned against the bar set up on the beach, watching the women dance in bare feet on the wood floor that had been laid on the sand. A warm breeze drifted up from the surf to the beachside reception, easing the sweltering heat. The band did a commendable job of playing every song people expected at weddings, and in the last hour they’d only taken one break. Weddings were usually a formality, but Johannes and his bride seemed to have planned a party.
    “Beats the hell out of playing poker on a boat.” He took a full breath of the fresh air scented with tropical flowers and ocean breezes.
    “ Proost .” Falco tossed back his drink, his dark gaze scanning the crowd. “Tonight, we hit the clubs. Your dad has me terrified of being snared by an island woman. I need an accommodating tourist.”
    “He does seem to be driving that point home, doesn’t he? It’s odd since he never pays any mind to who we take out at home.” He caught a glimpse of Kristin’s dress, a slinky plum number that touched her everywhere he wanted to. Bridesmaids usually had the worst outfits, but he figured if you were standing up for a fashion designer the quality must improve.
    “Sebastian is worried you’ll move here like your brothers, I’ll bet.”
    Kristin and Janny danced together, the synchronicity like they’d choreographed it. Maybe they moonlighted as go-go dancers. His shoulders tensed, not liking the idea at all.
    “Tonnis? You can’t move here. Have you seen the roads? There’s no place to drive a decent sports car, let alone race. Besides, your brothers have turned into old men. They’re probably watching reality television in bed every night while their wives are in curlers.”
    Antonnis laughed until he started to cough, the image much preferable to how he figured his brothers actually spent their nights. Falco pounded him on the back and the bartender brought them both another clear drink. He sipped it and the heat flooded through him. He had no idea what went into the reception’s signature cocktail, but to his palate the coconut-flavored Caribbean Crush had to be pure alcohol. Women had theirs served as martinis, while men had it poured into a rocks glass.
    “I bet we could bail and no one would know.” Falco took off his tuxedo jacket and tossed it on top of the pile on a nearby table. “I’d give anything to get out of this get-up.”
    Antonnis nodded as he rolled up his shirt sleeves. “You can flee, but I have to stay.”
    “Where would I go? I’ve never been to this rock before, and all you Prinsens have shown me is shacks and houses. No restaurants, clubs, hotels. I’m feeling quite neglected.”
    “Poor you.” He pulled his shirt from his tuxedo pants and unbuttoned it.
    “What are you doing?”
    “We’re going to dance with the beauties provided to us.”
    Falco went to work on his shirt. “I see. We’re going to get kicked out of the wedding reception. Good plan.”
    He winked at his best friend. “Let’s give Anguilla something to talk about.”
    He ate up the powdered sand with long strides and wrapped Kristin in his arms before she had a chance to protest. He caught her terrified glance at Janny, but the sharp-tongued tart had been twirled away by Falco. He owed him one.
    “What are you doing?” Kristin faced him, her body writhing with pure sexual energy. Especially in that dress. He slid his hands along her sides, unable to detect the slightest hint of underwear. He instantly went hard in his slacks.
    “Isn’t it polite to dance at weddings?” With his hand on her hip, he pulled her closer, aligning their lower bodies.
    “There is nothing polite about what you’re doing.” She gave him a challenging grin, her warm-brown eyes twinkling with mischief.
    “I meant what I said last night.”
    “As did I. I’m not interested in reliving the past.” She placed a hand on his