The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance Read Online Free

terrain until they were at the sand. He kept her hand in his
as he guided her toward the water. The first thing she noticed was
the silence. With no tourists, loud kids, or bar on the beach, it
was completely serene. The quiet was like a presence.
    The sand was as fine as silk. As they
passed a palm tree, the silence was broken by a loud screech. Terra
was so startled she nearly jumped into Nik’s arms. He laughed.
“Spider monkey,” he said, pointing up at the tree. Terra looked up.
A monkey was running circles around the trunk of a palm, near the
top, making an awful racket.
    Nik shouted up to the monkey. “Olla,
Spidey. Ella es una amiga. Ella está conmigo.” The monkey stopped
chattering. Nik turned back to Terra. “He is protective. Yes.
Always must know what is happening. He’s like a… what do you say, a
watch dog.”
    “You speak Spanish?” she asked. “Yes,
among others,” he said. “Not many people here speak Greek.” The
monkey eyed her suspiciously, but kept quiet.
    They stood at the shoreline and
watched the birds skim the surface of the sea. The water was so
clear that Terra could see the underwater pilings of the pier go
into the sand. A huge bird with wings as wide as a car dove in the
water and came up with a large fish in its bill. The monkey gave a
squawk of approval.
    “Come,” he said, putting an arm around
her and walking her toward the house.
    “Is that really your
house?”
    “Yes. I do not own the land. Anna and
myself spent two summers working with the Mexican government to
open a dive sanctuary. Also will be research center. Here, in bay.
They say I can build house and pier. Part of agreement.”
    “So this is—I mean—you actually live here?”
    “Yes. This is my home.” He walked her
up some stairs that led from the sand to a deck that faced the
ocean. The house was much bigger than it looked from the bluff. The
whole front had roll-away doors that were open. Gauzy fabrics
dropping from the high ceilings.
    He walked her inside. The house was
open and airy, with sanded wood surfaces and soft white furniture.
A huge kitchen opened up to the front room, which lead seamlessly
to the deck. A wide bowl filled with colorful flowers sat on a low
table in the center of the room, filling the place with a fresh
floral scent. She saw other feminine touches that told her Anna
likely had a hand in the decorating.
    “Your home is gorgeous,” Terra said as
she looked around. “It’s really beautiful. Is it just you
here?”
    “Yes. For now, while Anna gone. I
build all expecting to feed lots of hungry divers. Soon, I hope.
Have a lot of building to do.” He went into the kitchen and dug in
the refrigerator. Terra looked at the bookshelves that went floor
to ceiling along one of the walls as Nik opened a bottle of wine.
The books were in multiple languages; French, Italian, some even in
Latin.
    She felt grimy from the ride. “Do you
mind if I use your bathroom?” she asked.
    “No, of course no. It’s there. Through
there,” he pointed.
    The bathroom was about the size of
Terra’s entire dorm room, with an open shower and a large,
claw-foot tub. A half wall opened to the outside so you could see
the ocean. A breeze came through, bringing in the smell of the
ocean. Terra was so overwhelmed by the beauty of it all that she
was shocked when she looked in the mirror. It was as if she
expected her own image to take on some of the beauty around her.
But her face looked blotchy from the wind. Her blue sweater looked
sad and needed a washing. No makeup. Boy tennis shoes. Her hair was
a mess from the wind. She signed in the mirror, shaking her head,
angry that she didn’t at least bring a hairbrush.
    He was waiting for her in the living
room, a glass of wine in each hand. How is it possible that he
looked so perfect? Like he’d been kept on ice. “Do you drink
wine?”
    “Yes, thank you.” He handed her a
glass and they walked out to the deck, where he’d set out some
food. He looked