Chapter 49 Pier
Pier
Nickoi grips my hand tightly as we walk through the crowd toward the yacht. People are staring, but I don’t care, not with him beside me. I feel safe, like if anything were to go wrong, he’d handle it without hesitation. I glance at him, he looks confident, composed, like he was born to lead.
You could use some of that,my inner voice teases.
Oh, shut up, I mutter internally, but I still smile. His friends spot us and start calling out. Junior hugs me tightly.
“Long time mi nuh see yuh sis.”
“Nuh true,” I laugh, but I keep my eyes on Nickoi. He’s off to the side now, laughing with Gutta and Rick about something involving jet skis. My ears perk up, curious, but I quickly check myself.
Mind yuh business! Nobody a talk to yuh? my inner voice scolds.
Junior steps away and I spot Suzanne, Anna, and another girl I don’t recognize walking over.
“Zaraa!” Suzanne squeals.
“Why you so loud?” Junior fans her off, walking away. They’re clearly in love, Junior’s calm like a breeze, and playful. I watch the girls approach. Suzanne and Anna are both in orange bikinis, but the new girl ‘Lee’ is wearing black with a sheer cover-up. She’s really pretty and has a soft energy.
“You all look so good!” I tell them.
“But girl, you look amazing too,” Suzanne replies, glancing at Nickoi. “Matching your man, I see.”
I blush.
Anna and the new girl smile.
“When I heard you were with the Don, I thought… this sweet girl with such a serious man?”
I laugh at that.
If someone had told me I’d be with a man like Nickoi. Serious, firm, but so full of love, I would’ve laughed in their face. But it’s working. And it’s real.
“He’s usually fun with me,” I say, watching him now, laughing, leaning on the rail, fully in his zone with Gutta and Rick.
“You two are a nice match though,” Lee says. “I just get scared of serious men.”
“He’s got a playful side,” Anna chimes in. “But yeah, the serious part is definitely there.” Suzanne suddenly points at the DJ and starts shouting excitedly. My eyes land on a girl in a champagne-colored dress, sipping from a glass. I know I’ve seen her face before. The Polo store.
That’s the one… Nickoi’s friend.
“You know her?” I ask.
“Oh, Keira? She used to talk to Jordane,” Suzanne says. I nod, and just like that, a small weight lifts from my chest. Too insecure. I’m trying to work on that.
I don’t even know how long we’ve been here, but the yacht party is still in full swing and Suzanne hasn’t stopped talking since we arrived.
At first, the gossip was interesting, everybody loves a little drama, even if they pretend not to.
But now, even my ears are begging for a break.
I won’t tell her to shut up though; she’s my friend and she’s clearly excited.
I just nod along, pretending to be into it, while Lee scrolls through TikTok like she’s mentally checked out.
Anna said she went to prep her speech, but we all know she just needed to escape.
I don’t blame her.
When I glance at Suzanne again, I wonder if she’s drunk or just extra hype, glass in her hand. That’s when Nickoi walks over with Junior. He takes my hand and silently saves me.
He sits, taps his lap, and I climb on without thinking.
His arms wrap around my waist and I melt into him.
Anna’s up front giving her welcome speech now.
Applause bursts out, but Nickoi’s hand is already slipping into my shorts.
He’s still talking with the guys, but I’m completely gone, dragging my nails on his hand, leaning into the heat between us.
“So we a do the jet ski now?” he asks, voice low. My heart leaps. I’ve been waiting all day.
Everyone’s getting ready to ride. I glance around, drinks spilling, people dancing, snapping pics, wilding out. The energy is loud and intoxicating. I finally get on behind Nickoi, heart pounding with excitement and nerves. “Go easy with her!” Anna shouts as she rides off with Gutta.
I watch Anna take off with Gutta, both of them yelling like maniacs. My palms get sweaty. Nickoi slides his hands around my waist, pulling me close. “You ready?”
“I think so,” I say, even though my heart’s thumping like I’m about to jump out of a plane.
“You trust me?” he asks, hands curling around my side.
I nod, but it’s shaky. “Kinda.”
He laughs, leaning down until his lips brush my ear. “Hold on tight, mami.”
I do. I wrap my arms around him, fingers gripping his chest as he revs the jet ski and we glide forward.
At first, it’s smooth, calm enough for me to adjust to the motion. The wind kisses my cheeks, the ocean mist cools my skin, and I smile, but then he speeds up. I scream, not out of fear, but thrill.
It’s like flying.
My legs tighten around him and I bury my face in his back, heart racing as the waves smack beneath us. Water splashes everywhere. I can’t stop laughing. Every turn feels like we’re about to flip, but somehow he keeps control.
“This is crazy!” I shout over the wind. He just laughs and spins again.
The jet ski jerks sharply, and the next thing I know, I’m airborne.
I hit the water with a loud splash, everything cold and chaotic for a second.
I shoot up, gasping, wiping my face as panic rises.
Before I can even call his name, he’s already cutting back toward me, eyes locked on me.
“You good?” he asks, reaching for my arm.
I nod quickly, breathless, heart pounding. “I think I swallowed half the ocean.” He chuckles and pulls me up onto the jet ski with one arm like it’s nothing. I’m soaked and still shaking.
“I told you to hold on.”
“I did!” I laugh, coughing a little.
His arms wrap around me from behind, tightening protectively. “You better hold on harder this time.”
When we get back, we grab food and sit down to eat while sipping the liquor he ordered.
I sip on the Malibu, watching him over the rim of the glass with a smile tugging at my lips.
I like this lil’ coconut taste. After eating, we chill with the gang.
While they talk business, I zone out, taking snaps and crunching ice.
Lately, I’ve been enjoying ice way more than usual.
The place hot bad, though.
Vybz Kartel’s VIP drops, bass heavy, and I can’t help it, I start grinding on Nickoi where he’s sitting, smoking with that lazy, sexy posture of his. I glance back at him while whining my waist, and he blows smoke right into my face. I bite my lip.
“Unuh need a room,” someone says.
There are couples dancing all around us, but nobody is moving like us. Our energy different, like we can’t help ourselves. We’re on fire, and we know it. I lean into him, and he passes me the weed or at least I thought he was just handing it to me.
“Nah try it?” he asks, voice low and husky, his eyes half-lidded. He’s high. And mi high off him. So we both high, just not off the same thing.
I take it, hesitantly, then raise it to my lips and pull.
The drag scratches my throat, and I cough a little, but I manage.
First time really smoking and it’s killing me, but I follow Nickoi’s guidance and soon I’m getting the hang of it.
I puff the smoke slowly, letting it trail from my lips as he watches me, eyes dark with lust.
“Wah you wah do to me?” I murmur, licking my lips.
He smirks.
Zara, wah dat yuh ask? A wah get inna yuh?
Maybe the weed.
Maybe him.
“Get up,” he says, and I rise to my feet instantly. He turns and walks off, and without question, I follow.
“Mi go show yuh,” he says, pushing open a door. I walk in before him.
I push him back the second we step in the yacht room. The door shuts with a heavy click and I drag the curtain shut, blocking out the sea breeze and laughter from the others outside. It’s dim now. Just the soft glow of the cabin light, and him, looking like sin with sweat glistening on his chest.
I press him against the wall and climb him… literally.
“I love your height,” I giggle against his neck, lips brushing his skin, voice laced with mischief. “Cause mi get to climb yuh. Literally.”
He laughs, deep and low, hands gripping my thighs.
“Yuh drunk?” he asks, voice hoarse.
“Just drunk enough fi do wah mi been want,” I whisper, grinding my hips against his abs, letting him feel the ache I’ve been carrying all evening.
I kiss his jaw, down to his chest, licking his inked skin as I slide to my knees. My shorts ride up and I don’t even care. I hook my arms around his thighs and smirk up at him, eyes low.
He’s already hard. Like really hard.
I push his shorts down with zero shame and let my tongue trace his veins. Slow at first. Real slow. I watch his abs twitch, his hand go to my head like instinct.
“When did you get this way,” he breathes. “Jah know mi love it.”
“I know,” I grin, wrapping my lips around him again.
Then I twist, literally turn to the side, one leg bent, body curved and tongue working him at an angle that makes him curse so loud, I swear the yacht rocks harder.
“That lethal…” he chokes. His hand grips my hair tighter, but not to guide me, just to hold on. Like he’s trying not to lose his mind.
“Zara, Mami, wait—”
I don’t.
I go deeper, eyes locked on him, taking all of him like I want to ruin him. He groans again, his hips jerking, and I moan just to feel the vibration between us.
He’s not in control anymore. I have him wrapped around my fingers… and I love every second of it.
NICKOI
By the time I get on the bed, she’s already switched positions like she read my damn mind.
She want it.
And I’m gonna give it to her.
Her legs wrap around my waist like they belong there. I grab her scarf, tie her hands behind her against the headboard.
Her chestnut eyes, wide, playful, dangerous, stay locked on mine the whole time. That look? It does something to me. The sound of our friends laughing upstairs drifts in.
She flinches.
“Dem deh on top, b. Yuh good,” I whisper, close to her ear. She nods, biting her lip. I slide my hand down and guide my dick inside her slowly. The second I feel her, I curse under my breath. Tight. Warm. She clenches around me like she missed me for years.
“Nickoi…” she gasps.
I bury myself deeper. Her body reacts like she was made for me, gripping and pulling me in with every slow stroke. I press my lips to hers to swallow the sweet moans leaving her throat. It only gets better when I grind into that one spot that makes her legs jump.
“Ahhh… babe…”
Her voice alone gets me harder. She starts meeting my strokes, making that friction perfect. I grab her throat gently and glance down, she’s glistening. I keep stroking, watching her fight the fabric holding her wrists, squirming, needing more.
“Faster… please,” she begs. I don’t hesitate. I grip her waist and dig in deeper, harder, letting her feel all of me. Her back arches. Her legs tremble. She’s damn near vibrating. Her moans turn to breathless pleas.
“I love you,” she pants.
“I love you more,” I growl, each word punctuated with a deep stroke.
She gasps and tightens around me like her body’s trying to hold me hostage. Her eyes roll. Toes curl. I feel her go still, then shake with that telltale cry. Her whole body locks, then melts.
She a cum fimme and it’s… Jah know… no words….
I grip her neck tighter, pushing through her orgasm until I lose control. I shut my eyes, curse low, and spill into her with a groan I can’t hold back. She arches, whimpering. Her body convulses as she creams all over me, soaking the sheets.
“God… yes…” she moans, dragging the words out with a smirk on her lips.
I lean in, release her hands, and she immediately rises to bite my chest, teasing.
I laugh through heavy breath and kiss her deep.
Clearly deh gyal yah aguh mad me…
***
The crowd’s thinning out now. Law boss ‘Ny Girls’ hums in the background, but most people already left or packing up to dip soon. I scan the deck, hands in my pockets, soaking it in. The energy still lingers as I meds the song.
“Party did tuff,” Gutta says, pulling me back to earth.
“No joke,” I nod, glancing at Anna. “Good event, Anna.”
She grins. “Thanks, Nickoi.”
Junior’s in his own world, smoking, posted up quiet. My mind drifts to Lee and Rick. Nowhere in sight. They probably gone off on the same lil’ mission Zara and I just wrapped up.
If yuh know, yuh know.
Everybody know Nickoi. And mi nah lie, Zara woulda breed tonight if she wasn’t on them injections. At least she can’t miss these like she did her pills.
“Weh Zara deh?” Suzanne asks with a sly smile.
“She a wul a five,” I say, smirking.
“Eeeh?” Anna’s eyes widen.
“From earlier she a sleep,” Junior jumps in, making me laugh. Gutta just chuckles, low and quiet.
While the rest of them talk and sip, I slide away and lean on the railing, eyes fixed on the dark ocean. Salt in the air, breeze on my skin. I let the sounds pull me under. The ocean’s the only thing talking right now, and I like it that way. Solitude brings clarity.
I light the spliff, lean back, and watch the smoke rise. My brain’s been restless for months, too many dead ends. But now it’s quiet enough to think. Really think.
I’ve been trying to shift for a while now. Out of the mess. Out of the underground. Not out of the life… just the location.
And this?
This yacht setup?
It’s perfect.
People pay to party while nobody really checks what’s moving in and out.
I’ve been watching how it is. No cameras.
No real security. That’s an opportunity.
I could build a Pier. Make it legit on the surface.
Rent yachts. Host events. Then behind the scenes, transport becomes easier.
Less eyes. More routes. The product moves while people party.
I check my Rolex.
Too late to call my lawyer, but first thing tomorrow, he’s getting that call.
I see it now. The next empire. One step at a time. First move… buy the perfect location.