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“You waited up for me?”
“Of course.”
“And you brought your stuff?” she says, looking at my suitcase stacked by her door.
“I figured we could stop pretending we’re spending the night apart now.”
She kisses me deeply, pulling away with my bottom lip between her teeth. “You figured right.”
She leads me inside where we change into our bathing suits and wade into her pool. With the cool touch of marble at our backs and warm water at our hips, she unburdens herself. She tells me about her fallout with her mom, her fallout with Amerie, and her decision not to attend the wedding. When her voice starts to crack, I pull her into me, giving her all my strength as she allows her body to be racked with sobs.
“I know it hurts right now, but I am so fucking proud of you.”
She lifts her head from my shoulder, the hint of a smile on her lips.
“Thank you. I’m proud of me too.”
I kiss the tip of her nose, wiping her tears away with my hands. She sniffles, a giggle taking over her face. “You are…unexpected, Rome.”
I feel the same way about her. I think a part of me knew when I met her that we would end up here and that’s why I stayed away. This wedding may be a complete shitshow but I’m thankful that it brought me here, to her. “In a good way?”
“In the best way.”
She pulls my lips down to hers, claiming my mouth in a fiery kiss. Her lips immediately open for me when I press my tongue along the seam.
She moans around my tongue, hiking her leg up my side so that I can feel the heat of her pussy.
Without breaking our kiss, she glides her hand under the waistband of my shorts, taking my length in her hands.
Her fingers flex and tighten over my dick, squeezing and tugging with a firmness that makes my head fall backward.
Her lips fall to my jawline, leaving a trail of kisses across it and my neck. Forcing myself out of the trance she put me in, I lift her up onto the edge of the pool, ripping her bottoms down her legs and pulling the cups of her bikini top down.
We moan together when I bend to take her hardened nipple in my mouth at the same time that she lines me up at her entrance and surges her hips up. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down into the water, switching our positions so that my back is against the wall.
The water comes up to my neck while her breasts dip in and out of the water with every bounce. I brace my hands on her hips, using the waves of the water to give her momentum.
She looks sexy as hell like this. The moonlight bathing her in its glow, the droplets of water on her skin glistening like diamonds, her cries of pleasure unrestrained. When her orgasm takes over, I can see the reflection of the stars in her eyes, letting me know I’m home.
The wedding is finally here. I never thought I’d say this but I’m ready to get the fuck out of Tulum.
I glance over at Janelle, lying in bed pretending to be completely engulfed in her Kindle. Her braids are tied up in her bonnet and she’s wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts.
She thinks I haven’t noticed her peeking at me every few seconds as I get ready to go meet the guys. I glance down at my watch, noting that the women should be meeting in the bridal suite in just thirty minutes. If she wanted to change her mind there’s plenty of time to do so, but I won’t mention that to her. She doesn’t need me to make her question herself. Whether or not she chooses to come, I stand by her decision one hundred percent.
Kneeling on the bed by her side, I hover over her until she leans up to look at me. “I’ll see you later. Want me to bring you a plate? I’ll walk right out with it.”
She chuckles. “I think I can venture into town if I get hungry. Thank you anyway.”
“Okayyyy, if you say so.”
“But if you wanted to bring me a slice of cake, I wouldn’t be mad at it.”
“Got you,” I say, giving her a quick kiss and going back for two more before leaving her to her book.
Arnold looks ten times better today than he has the whole trip. He seems lighter on his feet and his smile comes a lot easier. He claims that he and Amerie had a heart-to-heart last night and laid everything on the line. The day before your wedding is cutting it close to me but I’m glad they finally figured their shit out.
The hotel will serve as the backdrop for today’s festivities. The ceremony will take place on the beach while the reception will take place in the restaurant, which has been closed to the public for the occasion.
