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T Hey’d docked at noon and did one excursion, which comprised hiking through the jungle, as Eva had put it, to see different historic landmarks and do several zip lines. It was a three-hour excursion, after which they had a late lunch. Now, they were taking in the island’s beauty while shopping. Aiva leaned into his side, and Knox glanced down at her before stopping her. They’d practically been walking for the past four hours, and he had not been gentle last night. He stepped in front of her, bending down and taking her thighs into his arms. Instinctually, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he allowed her onto his back.
“Ooh, Ali, me too,” Lila stated, and Knox looked over to find him with a raised brow at his sister.
“Uh, no. Make Ezra carry you around. I am not responsible for you for the duration of this trip. That became his job when you decided you wanted to flirt and shit.”
“You get on my nerves,” Lila responded, but turned her attention to Ezra. “Let me on your back.”
Ezra raised a brow. “That didn’t sound like a question. Ask me nicely,” he teased.
“You both hate me, huh?” Lila asked, looking at his friend and her brother. “Will you please carry me?”
“That wasn’t so hard,” Ezra responded, turning around for her.
“Oof! Eva, I will throw you on the ground,” Ali threatened, and Knox couldn’t help but laugh as the mentioned woman now clung to her brother’s back like a koala, having jumped on when he wasn’t paying attention.
“No, you won’t. Be a good little brother and carry me,” she countered.
“Stop calling me your little brother. You’re barely nine months older than me.”
“Nine months and four days, but who’s counting?” Eva responded with a shit-eating grin, and Knox thought Ali would really throw her to the ground. Instead, he situated his arms under her as he rolled his eyes.
“Come on, Meila,” EJ said, allowing his older sister onto his back.
“Aw, you spoil me,” she joked, hopping on.
“Riquie,” Marreigh said, giving the youngest sibling puppy eyes.
He groaned but turned around. “Fine. Get on.” He then glared at Knox. “This is your fault.”
“Less blaming, more walking,” Marreigh stated. The group continued, and Aiva rested her chin on his shoulder.
They passed several stores before they found one they wanted to stop at. They stepped inside, and the other tourists, already shopping, turned to look at them. Knox didn’t miss the way several took out their phones. He’d been recognized everywhere they went, and while he didn’t mind, it got intrusive at times.
“You can put me down, baby,” Aiva stated.
“What if I don’t want to?” he teased.
She kissed his neck. “I am more than willing to allow you to carry me when we leave.”
He put her down, and she took his hand, pulling him over to a wall that had dolls dressed in cultural attire on them. She looked them over before picking out two—one in a purple dress, the other in a yellow one.
“I think Kaley and Yas will like these,” she stated. “And look, the yellow one has little flowers along the bottom. Her favorite things, on her favorite color.”
It took Knox a minute to realize she was talking about Yas. He was aware of his daughter’s favorite color and her obsession with plants, but he hadn’t realized that his girlfriend knew his daughter was in love with the color. As he tried to recall a previous conversation about it, he realized it was one Aiva and Yas clearly had when the two girls had a sleepover at Aiva’s. Yas had come home with yellow nails and toenails, which Aiva had ensured he was okay with her painting when he dropped her off.
“Kaley’s favorite color is purple?” Knox asked as they went to a different section of the store.
“For now,” Aiva responded. “It was orange a couple of months ago and green a few months before that. I’m surmising I have about another month of her liking it until it changes.”
Knox chuckled as he watched her pick up a decorative sign shaped like a license plate with the city name. She scrutinized it for a moment before giving a brief nod.
“Tara has an entire wall of her room dedicated to these. She likes to get them on vacation and always asks for one when we go somewhere without her.” She paused, looking around. “My little brothers will be harder to find something for. Nothing particularly excites Kendrick, and Braden is one of those kids that will accept anything, even if he doesn’t like it, so as not to hurt someone’s feelings.”
Knox thought for a moment. “Well, Kendrick’s fourteen, and he’s at that weird age boys have where they realize they aren’t quite into what they were before, but they’re not sure how to go about telling a girl they like them.”
“True, but that makes buying him souvenirs almost impossible, since he collects nothing and mainly plays video games and reads a few comics.”
That gave Knox an idea. “Do you know his favorite video game?”
“No, but Riquie probably does.”
“We passed that finger painter earlier. I’m sure we could get him to paint Kendrick’s favorite character or video game logo, and you can take that back for him.
She smiled at him. “That’s a good idea. I might do the same for Braden since I know he likes that blue turtle-looking Pokémon. Aside from that he reads so many comics, I can’t keep up.”
He raised a brow at her. “You might need to know its actual name, baby.”
“I’m sure I can google that and it’ll come up, or ask Riquie or Marreigh.”
They continued shopping. Knox found souvenirs for Yas and his parents, while Aiva found something for her mother. When they left the store, Aiva asked about the Pokémon , and both Marreigh and Riquie laughed at her description but told her it was Squirtle. They commissioned the painter, and he told them it would take an hour and a half for the sizes Aiva wanted. So, they found a bar nearby and had drinks as they waited.
Once they picked up the paintings, they headed back to the boat. It was an hour before they would cast off again, and Aiva wanted to nap when they made it to their room. He couldn’t blame her; he’d kept her up into the early morning hours.
A iva stood and stretched from where she sat on the deck. They were having some drinks while they half paid attention to whatever movie was showing on the screen over the pool. Her boyfriend had been pulled into a conversation with some fans twenty minutes ago near their group. She’d been trying to be patient, but she was ready to go to bed and wanted him to put her to sleep.
She walked over, smiling at the table of men, before she wrapped her arms around Knox’s waist and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to the room. Don’t make me wait too long to feel your dick in my stomach.” She kissed his cheek, waving to the men at the table before walking off. Aiva could feel the heat of Knox’s gaze on her as she retreated.
Once in the room, she removed her sandals, put them in the closet, and removed her jewelry. She’d just put it in her accessory bag when the door to the room opened.
“That was quick,” she stated.
Knox closed the distance between them. “I’m not fond of making you wait.” He pulled her into his arms and leaned down, lips next to her ear. “Or torturing myself.”
He walked them over to the bed, and Aiva gasped at the speed he turned her around and bent her over it. The sundress she wore was hiked up to her waist, and the distinct sound of her panties ripping filled the room. His fingers were on her pussy, feeling, checking, and he groaned when he found her wet.
“Always so ready for me.”
Aiva didn’t reply as he slipped two fingers into her. He thrust them a few times before stilling them, and she let out a whine. Knox chuckled, knowing exactly what he was doing, and it took everything she had not to fuck herself on his fingers. She did, however, sway her hips, moving her ass to get him to give her what she wanted.
His fingers moved again, immediately abusing that bundle of nerves inside of her, and she wondered if his superpower was how quickly he could find it. That mystic spot that selfish man swore didn’t exist. Selfish . Technically, that could describe her boyfriend when they had sex, but in a way that meant he took while also making sure she was satisfied.
Those fingers inside her sped up, crooked perfectly, and caused her to squeeze around them. To suck them in and get more of the delicious feeling, the enticing pleasure that coursed through her.
It wasn’t long before she was on the verge of cumming, and she fucked back into his fingers.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Cum for me,” he commanded, and Aiva did.
She moaned and bit her bottom lip as she came on his fingers, warm liquid pooling out of her onto his hand as she leaned her entire upper body onto the bed.
He pulled his fingers out, and she could hear him suck them into his mouth as she came down from her orgasm. She heard what she knew was the wrapper of a condom, and seconds later, he grabbed her hips, knees bent as he pushed in. One hard thrust that would have rocked her off his dick were he not holding her.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
He rotated his hips, her ass flush against him, to touch every spot. Which Aiva thought was pointless because he already was. He caressed the entirety of her pussy every time he was inside of her with each stroke. His grinding against her was sweet torture and went on for what felt like hours until he pulled out and thrust back in without warning.
Knox’s thrusts were deep and quick in how he fucked her. She knew it meant he was aiming to make them both cum, but once he had, the next round would be intense, a pushing of her limits because it always took him a light year to cum after the first time.
Their moans filled the room, his grip on her hips bruising. The rocking of the boat paled in comparison to the way he was fucking her. The way each thrust sent her up his dick before he pulled her back onto it, not willing to let it slip out, let her get away. The crashing of the waves played as the instrumental to their vocals, which was soon shattered by his phone ringing.
One of his hands left her hip, but he didn’t stop thrusting. The phone was silenced and tossed on the bed beside her. All but forgotten until it rang again. She glanced over and saw Mia’s name flash across the screen.
“Silence it,” Knox commanded, and she reached over as he fucked her to do so.
Their original soundtrack continued as Aiva focused on the pleasure she was receiving until his phone’s ring shrilled through the air again. He groaned, a deep thrust punctuating his irritation as the same name flashed across the screen.
Aiva picked up the phone and handed it back to him. “Just answer it.”
“If I answer it, I’m not stopping,” he told her. “I’ll keep fucking this tight little pussy, and I don’t give a damn if she hears us.”
She hesitated. Sure, Mia got on her nerves, and surely that was a little much, but something about him fucking her while he spoke to his ex-wife, Mia knowing that he was balls deep in her, and solidifying the claim she made, had the devil on her shoulder urging him to take the phone. She assumed nothing happened to Yas because she was staying with his parents, and they would have called.
Knox took the phone from her, pace never faltering. “What, Mia?”
Aiva couldn’t make out what Mia said but knew whatever it was irritated her boyfriend. He angled his hips, abusing her g-spot, and his grip on her hip tightened. She moaned deep in her throat; the sound muffled by the bed.
“My mom knows where to meet you, Mia. I told you that before I left.” Aiva muffled another moan, and Knox’s other hand came down on her ass cheek. “Nuh-huh. Let me hear you,” he demanded, grabbing thick natural curls and pulling her head up. The resulting moan she released was reminiscent of the ones she heard in porn that she used to swear were fake.
Aiva could hear Mia yelling this time but couldn’t make out the words. She had a good idea of what the other woman was saying and couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“You called me. Three times,” Knox stated. Mia yelled again, and it was quickly cut off by him saying, “Look, I answered your question. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m balls deep and trying to get my dick drowned.”
Aiva laughed as more yelling ensued before it was cut off and the phone was tossed onto the bed. Her laugh morphed into a moan as he gave her a hard thrust, leaning over her.
“I wasn’t kidding. Let me feel you cum on my dick. Drown it.” He licked the shell of her ear. “You want to do that for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes. Fuck yes.”
He released her hair, his hand going down to rub her clit, and it was mere moments before she was cumming, his name slipping from her lips as her pussy clamped down around him. Knox cursed, slamming in once more and holding himself there.
When he pulled out of her, she glanced at the phone beside her, surprised Mia hadn’t called back just to cock-block. It was then that she noticed she had called and texted, but he’d silenced her calls and notifications.
Knox helped her stand, going into the bathroom to start the shower. He returned, helping her undress and running his finger over her clit.
“Don’t make me wait too long to have my tongue in your pussy.”
His words mirrored hers from earlier, and while she knew he would try to live with his head between her legs when she got out, she wouldn’t keep him waiting.