23
NICO
Me: image of beach Current situation with my girl at my side.
Diva: Brooooo! How the fuck did you get Val to go away with you? Did you hit her over the head and kidnap her? You know you could go to jail for a very long time. And despite what you think, it is not like The Longest Yard. There’s no playing football in the rain with murderers and rappers.
Me: Fuck you. All I did was turn on the Love Man charm and she was practically jumping into my lap.
Saint: He’s paying her. Has to be. There’s no way she would willingly agree to spend time with him. And the fact that he’s packing a handgun and not a rifle probably makes a difference.
Me: That’s bullshit and you know it!! The Love Man only carries weapons of war. I destroy every pussy I enter, but somehow leave them begging for more.
Saint: Exactly. More because they can’t believe that was it.
Me: Quit projecting, Papas. Maybe if you didn’t leave a wake of tears in your trail, you’d really know what it’s like to have a woman screaming down the walls.
Diva: gif of woman crying Yo Papas. Did you get that little reporter to quit laughing every time you throw her one of your cheesy pick up lines?
Me: “Are you a beaver because daaammm girl?”
Diva: “I’m lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?”
Saint: You know, for two guys who call themselves my brothers, you sure are dicks.
Me: Big ones!
Diva: It’s called brotherly love.
Me: image of Patrick Star with hearts in his eyes
Saint: I’m out. You two continue to compare dick size and Loving, you enjoy your sexless vacation with the hottest chick you’ll never know.
Me: Don’t be so sure about that. Things can change on a dime, and my girl’s got two nickels she’s about to rub together.
T he sound of the waves crashing against the shore competes with the sun that bathes us.
Condensation runs down my glass of water and Valentina’s margarita glass sits empty.
I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the chair, my feet sinking into the warm sand, and lean over Val as she lays on her stomach.
My eyes dance up and down her bronze tanned skin and I itch to run my fingers along her silky smoothness.
Her head rests on her crossed arms and her face is covered by a large brimmed woven hat.
Only a thin strap holds her white bikini top in place, and those bottoms…
fuck! They tie at the sides and all it would take is one little pull and they’d fall loose, giving me the most perfect view of her pear shaped ass.
“Need another drink, mi Reina?” I ask, my voice just above a whisper.
Her body jolts and she lifts her hat, peeping me with one eye open. “You interrupted my nap,” she mumbles.
Without thinking, I bend down and lay a soft kiss on her shoulder. She tenses but doesn’t say or do anything. I half expected an elbow to the throat, but she stayed unusually still.
She clears her throat and I slowly back away. “I think I’ve had enough drinks. Snorkeling this morning wore me out.”
It’s our second day here at the resort having arrived early yesterday morning, and we decided to start the day with an excursion.
On the flight down from Houston, we scrolled through the resort website for various activities to do in the area.
We both agreed that an easy going afternoon and evening was the way to go.
Traveling is tiring enough, so we simply did a little sight seeing around the resort and had a wonderful dinner, and made plans to start early in the morning.
Despite my desire to beg her to share a bed with me, I remained a perfect gentleman and wished her a good sleep before retiring to my own room. The smaller room, of course, because my queen should sleep in the lap of luxury.
We woke up fully rested and dressed for our morning of snorkeling with turtles at a sanctuary. Valentina saw it on the list of activities and she told me how she always wanted to snorkel with dolphins and sea turtles. So it was an easy decision to make.
The early morning boat ride to the sanctuary was spent with Valentina admiring the sights around her, while I was admiring the beautiful sight right in front of me.
When we arrived and she pulled off her cover-up to reveal the sexy bikini underneath, I had to make a quick run for the cold water to hide my excitement.
Valentina loved every minute of it, and actually smiled and laughed with me many times. After that, we thought it would be great to have some cocktails and lunch on the beach. I had one, she had…more than one.
“What do you think about ordering room service and hanging in bathrobes while picking out something to do tomorrow?” She rolls over and props herself up on her elbows and squints her eyes.
She adjusts the hat on her head and puts her sunglasses back on. “You know, that actually sounds really great. While I love going on little adventures, I rarely have time to just sit and do nothing.”
My chest swells and my heart begins banging against my bones, trying to leap straight into her hands.
It’s such a little thing, but it’s one more chunk of stone I’ve been able to break.
Little by little I’ve been able to chip away at her fortress she guards herself with, and I can almost see light on the other side.
I hold out my hand and she gently takes it, allowing me to pull her to her feet. Still grasping her delicate fingers, I scoop up our belongings and walk hand in hand with the woman I am quickly falling for.
I shut the door behind me after wheeling the room service cart out into the hallway.
When we got back to our room, we each showered and simultaneously fell into a short but sweet nap, both of us still in our fluffy white robes. And respective rooms. Which is good because I woke up gripping my hard dick after dreaming of her.
She tried dressing in shorts and t-shirt, but I put a quick stop to that, reminding her it was strictly robes only. She agreed but insisted I wear my underwear.
Debbie Downer .
“Oh my gosh, that was so good.” Her eyes shut and she holds her hand over her belly.
I pause because an image flashes in my mind. Val, laying on our bed, holding a swollen belly with our child inside.
I shake my marbles back into place and remind myself that I have to get her to think about a family with me before naming our kids. The baby making belongs solely to one person right now, and he is not me.
The curtains are open as are the doors, and a light breeze coming off the ocean fills the room. The setting sun casts rays like I’ve never seen before, and they serve to highlight just how outstandingly beautiful Valentina is.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to eat again for the rest of the trip,” I tell her and plop down on the opposite side of the bed. Val looks at me sideways and I smirk. “Okay. I'll probably need a snack before bed.” She chuckles and goes back to letting the food settle.
Her smile is bright and very youthful. Much different from anything I’ve seen on her thus far. I’ve seen many beautiful ones as of late, but this smile is different from any of the others and I think it might be my new favorite.
I say that everyday though, to be honest. Yesterday, her sleepy face was my favorite. And before that it was one of her various looks of annoyance that had me sighing like a lovesick teenager. Today, it’s that smile, and tomorrow I’m sure it will be something else.
“So tomorrow,” I continue. “Are you up for the Jeep tour? There are some cool places to go four-wheel driving through.”
She rolls over on her side, propping her head in her palm, and looks at me. “Sure. That sounds fun. I could use some riding around with the top off with the wind blowing through my hair. It’s been a long time since that’s happened.”
I mirror and face her. “When was the last time you drove with the top down?”
She closes one eye with the scrunch of her face, thinking. It must have been a long, long time ago because she seems to be sorting through the last several years of experiences in her brain.
“Probably my freshman year in college. My dad used to have a ‘72 Bronco, dark green, and every time I came home for the weekend to visit, he’d let me use it to drive around with my friends or to the beach. He promised I could have it if I graduated with honors –which I did– but before he could, Alba wrecked it and it was too much to restore.”
“How did she wreck it?”
“She had just turned fifteen and had a few friends sleeping over. They had this bright idea to sneak out and drive an hour to the beach to meet some friends for a bonfire. She popped the clutch and her friends helped her push it out of the driveway and down the street before she started it. The thing, smarty pants didn’t press on the break before starting up the truck and pressed the gas, instead.
The gears grinded and she crashed straight into the neighbors yard, hitting their garage and damaging both.
” I laugh and quickly cover my mouth, but Val snorts a little too.
“It woke the entire neighborhood, according to my mom. The neighbors thought it was an earthquake, and Mamá thought it was a bomb. Esmeralda and I were away at school, so neither of us were there to witness the shit Alba took in her pants when Papá came out in his underwear, crying about his verdé and not giving one thought to Alba or her friends.”
The memory, despite ending with the loss of her soon-to-be car, must be a good one because her smile doesn’t fade the entire way through she’s telling me. I laugh along with her until her robe falls open and her breast makes a slight appearance.
Val doesn’t notice but I do. I notice the top of her brown nipple and the perfect swell of her left breast. My breathing slows and the blood rushes from my head, straight to my dick.
How much more torture can a man take before he throws himself off the edge of a steep cliff?