Chapter 18 Vapor
Wind whips through my hair as I cling to Vapor’s broad back, the motorcycle roaring beneath us like a beast unleashed. The drive from New Orleans to Biloxi, Mississippi is only an hour and a half, but I wish it was longer. With only a helmet and the sleek leather riding outfit he bought me, I’m exposed to the elements. The thrill of hurtling down the road at breakneck speed sends shivers down my spine. I love every moment of it, and I hope we can go on more drives like this in the future.
“Almost there!” Vapor shouts over the engine’s growl.
I tighten my grip on him, pressing my body flush against his. No matter how close we get, I always want to be closer. He’s the only man I’ve ever wanted like this, and I hope that getting away from the clubhouse for a few days will strengthen our connection.
As we pull into the Biloxi marina, an old, grizzled boat captain greets us with a wave. He’s standing by his motorcycle on the dock in front of a sleek boat. He bears the weathered marks of a life lived hard, and his eyes hold a certain wisdom that comes from years of experience.
Earlier, Vapor told me that Hunter, the captain, rides with another motorcycle club in Mississippi. Hunter’s MC is friendly with Vapor’s MC, and they have worked together in the past.
“Vapor, good to see you!” Hunter bellows, slapping Vapor on the back. Their camaraderie is evident as they exchange pleasantries and laughs.
It’s fascinating to watch these men interact. It’s a different world than the one I’ve known, but it seems more sincere. In Vapor’s world, people are up front about how they feel. They don’t hide their likes and dislikes. They live with the freedom to be who they truly are, and they don’t care if someone doesn’t approve of their lifestyle. I love that.
One of the Underground Vengeance MC’s prospects pulls up in the club’s SUV. His young, eager face pops out the driver’s side window. “Where do you want the stuff, Pres?”
“Load it on the boat,” Vapor says.
“Aye aye, captain!” The prospect salutes.
“Prospect?” Hunter asks, chuckling.
“Obviously,” Vapor snickers.
The prospect hops out and starts to unload our supplies onto the boat. While he’s busy doing that, Vapor and Hunter catch up on some club gossip. I never thought men gossiped as much as women, but when it comes to club life, apparently there’s a lot of drama. Not just the dangerous kind either.
There’s lots of talk about who’s sleeping with who and why, which makes me a bit uncomfortable. Although Babet reassured me that Vapor hasn’t touched one of the club girls since we met, I’m still not entirely happy about having them around. It’s something I’m going to have to get over because I can’t expect Vapor to send them all packing. The single guys seem to enjoy having them around, so that’s not something I’ll be able to change. I’ll just have to trust Vapor.
When the prospect’s done unloading everything, Vapor thanks him then says, “Don’t forget. Four days from now, you’re picking us up.”
“Got it, Pres,” the prospect replies, nodding. “I’ll be here waiting.”
As Vapor and Hunter climb onto the boat, I can’t help but marvel at how far I’ve come since meeting Vapor. He’s introduced me to so many new experiences, and for once in my life, I feel alive and free. My heart races with the promise of adventure and the unknown. The motorcycle ride may have been dangerous, but it was only the beginning of our adventure, and something tells me this is going to be one hell of a ride.
“Ready to set sail, Blue?” Vapor asks, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement.
“Absolutely! Let’s do this.” As I step onto the boat with Vapor’s strong hand guiding me, I can’t help but feel a rush of anticipation.
Sunlight glints off the water, casting shimmering reflections that dance across the marina. I’ve never been on a boat before, but the prospect of sailing toward Horn Island fills me with exhilaration.
“This is really your first time on a boat?” Vapor asks as he gets me settled in the seat beside him.
“Yes.” I smile. “I can’t believe I’ve never done this before. My mother always claimed to be seasick, so we never went on cruises.”
“Don’t worry,” he grins, “I’m going to show you everything you’ve been missing.”
Hunter starts the engine, and a low rumble vibrates through the vessel. I jump and scoot closer to Vapor, who laughs and wraps an arm around me.
“Hold on tight, we’re heading out!” Hunter shouts over the noise.
I grip the railing as we speed away from the shoreline. The salty breeze whips through my hair, making me wish I’d pulled it into a ponytail before we left. Oh, well. I can’t always tame it and I doubt Vapor will care.
The thrill of being in the open ocean is palpable. Vapor’s smile is so damn sexy, I can’t look away. His eyes darken with desire as he leans to kiss me. When our lips meet, my core goes molten. I can’t keep my hands off this man, and he can’t stop touching me either. The connection we share is magnetic.
“Enjoying yourself?” Vapor asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“More than I ever thought possible,” I admit, my heart pounding in my chest.
The journey to Horn Island takes forty minutes, but it feels like mere seconds as I drink in the sights and sounds of the ocean. As we approach the island, the boat slows, and the captain expertly guides us onto the beach.
“Welcome to your home away from home,” he announces.
“Four days,” I murmur.
“I wish it could be longer, but that’s all we’ve got,” Vapor says as he helps Hunter unload our gear.
“See you then,” Hunter calls, returning to the boat and motoring away.
As the sound of the engine fades, I take in the windswept landscape. We’re truly alone here, surrounded by nothing but sand, sea, and sky. It’s both thrilling and terrifying, knowing that for the next few days, it’s just Vapor and me. Alone. Together.
“Let’s set up camp,” Vapor suggests, his strong arms easily hefting our supplies.
Together, we unpack the tent, coolers, lounge chairs, hibachi grill, wood for a campfire, charcoal, and drinking water.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I say softly, my eyes meeting Vapor’s. “This is more amazing than I ever could have imagined.”
“We needed to get away for a bit.” His voice is low and tender. “I promised I’d show you everything you’ve been missing, and I intend to keep that promise.”
“Thank you.” I stand on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips.
A warm breeze caresses my skin as I lay out the blanket on the beach, the sand soft and inviting beneath my feet. The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the waves that lap gently at the shore. I change into a bikini with a sarong, feeling both vulnerable and liberated as I peel off my riding clothes.
“Damn, babe,” Vapor growls, unabashedly admiring me. “You look amazing.”
He moves in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around me. I laugh and push him away playfully. “Not yet, handsome. We need to set up camp before it gets dark.”
“All right,” he concedes, smirking. “But I’m definitely going to hold you to that kiss later.”
As Vapor busies himself with the hibachi grill, I sit down on the blanket, watching him work. The charcoal crackles and pops, filling the air with an earthy scent. He opens the ice chests and pulls out plastic containers of marinated meat. Soon enough, the aroma of teriyaki chicken skewers and garlic butter shrimp wafts over. My stomach growls in anticipation.
“Here you go.” He hands me a skewer.
Steam rises from the perfectly grilled meat to tickle my senses. I can already taste it, but when I pop the first piece into my mouth, it’s even better than I expected. I moan as the juices melt in my mouth.
“You’re even sexy when you eat,” he says, eyeing me like a starving man. He’s hungry, all right, but not for chicken.
“Later,” I say, grinning.
“Promises, promises.” He follows the skewers up with corn on the cob and pineapple slices which he seared to perfection. “Enjoy.”
“This is the best dinner I’ve ever had.” I open the drink cooler to retrieve two bottles of beer. I hand one to him. Raising mine, I propose a toast. “To spending time away from the chaos and to getting to know each other better.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here with you,” he says, clinking our bottles together.
As we eat, I can’t help but feel grateful for the moment, for this escape from the complicated world we left behind. I already feel more relaxed than I have since I fled my father’s house. Things will get better. I have to believe that because I can’t imagine the alternative. Now that I have Vapor in my life, I don’t want to lose him.
When dinner is finished, we clean up, making sure to collect all our trash so we can take it with us when we leave.
With the sun now a fiery orb sinking toward the horizon, we hold hands as we watch the stunning sunset. The sky is painted in shades of orange, pink, and purple, reflecting off the waves like a watercolor masterpiece.
Before the last sliver of light disappears, he gets up to make a campfire, taking care to ensure it’s not too close to the water.
“Want some s’mores?” he calls over his shoulder.
I pat my stomach. “I’m stuffed, but thank you. If I keep eating this way, my clothes will get even tighter than they already are.”
He grins, looking me up and down appreciatively. “You’re gorgeous, Blue. And if you need more clothes when we get back, I’ll send Babet and you on a shopping spree.”
“I can’t believe how lucky I am to have met you,” I say softly, touched by his kindness. “The first time I saw you, I almost forgot the song I was singing. You were so damn dark and sexy, and you had this aura of power and danger. I got so damn wet.”
“Really?” His grin widens.
“I couldn’t even breathe properly when I looked at you.” I blush. “I was afraid everyone, including Broussard, would notice.”
He chuckles, his eyes filled with warmth. “You know, after you stepped on stage, I couldn’t even speak. I knew you were special the moment I saw you.”
Our gazes lock, and I know that despite all the obstacles we’ve faced and those still to come, I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
He does, pulling me close before sealing his lips to mine. We kiss until the sun finally disappears behind the horizon. Sitting on the blanket with our legs intertwined, we hold each other tightly. This is a fantasy come true.
The dying embers of the campfire cast flickering shadows on his face, accentuating the chiseled lines of his jaw and cheekbones. My heart races, unsure if it’s from the lingering adrenaline of today’s adventures or the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Blue,” Vapor murmurs, his voice low and seductive as he lays me down on the blanket. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.”
“I want you too,” I whisper.
His touch is gentle, yet possessive. As his hands glide across my bikini-covered breasts, my entire body shudders in response. “You’re incredible.”
I tangle my fingers in his raven-black hair, desperate to pull him closer. Our lips meet again, more urgently this time, and I gasp at the intensity of the connection between us. As we kiss passionately, his hands begin to roam my body, tracing patterns on my skin that leave me shivering in delight.
“Can I?” he asks, his fingers hovering over the knot securing my sarong.
I nod wordlessly, and he slowly unties it, letting the fabric fall away to reveal my bikini bottom. His eyes darken with desire as they travel over every inch of me, making me feel both exposed and cherished in equal measure.
With practiced ease, he unfastens my top and then slides down my bottoms, leaving me completely naked before him. He kisses down my body, taking his time to explore every curve and hollow, committing me to memory like a priceless treasure. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he looks up at me, his blue eyes glinting with mischief and lust.
“Tell me what you want,” he says in that low, seductive growl that sets my body on fire.
“You,” I breathe, unable to contain my desire any longer.
As his skilled tongue begins to work its magic, I’m swept away by a tidal wave of sensation. My body quivers and arches under his touch. Every nerve ending feels alive, electrified. I feel like I’m falling off a cliff and I’m powerless to stop. He coaxes me into a frenzy of need until I’m begging him to make me come.
When I finally reach my climax, it’s more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced before. My pussy pulses and clenches as he laps up my nectar. I press against his tongue, unashamed of my wanton display of passion.
With him, I don’t feel self-conscious at all. I don’t have to hide how I’m feeling or tamper down my emotions. I’m liberated in every way possible. And it’s all because of him. Because I trust him completely.
Panting and shaking, I stare deep into his eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to express what’s in my heart.
“Make love to me,” I say softly, all pretenses stripped away. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, genuine concern lacing his voice. I can tell he doesn’t want to push me too far too fast, but he also needs to know that this is what I truly want.
“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything,” I reply, my voice steady and certain. I want to tell him I love him, but I need to hear those words from him first. So instead, I let my actions speak for me.
As he positions himself over me, the stars overhead seem to twinkle brighter, casting their celestial glow on our intertwined bodies. He enters me gently, allowing me to adjust to him, and the sensation of us coming together is both tender and intensely erotic. There’s a fleeting moment of pain, but it’s gone almost as quickly as it came.
We move as one in a slow, rhythmic dance. Our passion builds until I need to be on top of him. Rolling him onto his back, I ride him with wild abandon. He groans, holding my hips and guiding me into the perfect tempo. Pure ecstasy flows through me. I want to stay like this forever and ever, but it’s impossible. Our lovemaking transcends mere physical pleasure into an emotional and spiritual connection that leaves us both breathless.
“Come for me,” he moans.
“Oh, yes!”
We reach our peak together, our cries of ecstasy echoing across the desolate island, blending with the sounds of crashing waves and rustling palm fronds.
And as we lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, I can’t help but think that this moment—so special, romantic, and sexy—was worth waiting for. I’m grateful that I waited for him. It was everything I dreamed of, and more.
The moon casts a silvery glow across the sand, creating a serene and intimate atmosphere. I’m a little sore, but he knows exactly what to do. He gently guides me to sit on the edge of the blanket. With our bodies still tingling from our passionate lovemaking, he retrieves a soft sponge and a small bucket filled with the clean water we brought for our island getaway.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, his eyes full of tenderness and devotion.
As he carefully dips the sponge into the cool water, I can’t help but think of how much my life has changed since meeting him. The man who was once an enigmatic stranger in a blues club is now the center of my entire world, binding me to him with threads of love and desire that are impossible to ignore.
“Raise your arms,” he says softly, and I comply, allowing him to cleanse my body with gentle, attentive strokes.
As he moves the sponge down my arms, over my shoulders, and across my chest, I shiver at the contrast between the refreshing chill of the water and the warmth of his touch. I watch the way his strong hands work, and I realize just how deeply I’ve fallen for him.
“Vapor,” I whisper, feeling the need to share my thoughts. “I… I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I want you to know that I care about you so, so much.”
“I feel the same way.” His lips curve into a tender smile as he leans in to press a lingering kiss to my forehead. “You’re worth fighting for, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’ll find a way to make everything work out. Trust me.”
Despite his reassuring words, I can’t shake the thought of my father’s relentless pursuit. Until that issue is resolved, I’m not sure if Vapor and I can truly find peace and happiness. But right now, as he continues to bathe me, his touch reverent and loving, I want to believe in our future.
With the sponge bath complete, we wrap ourselves in each other’s arms, seeking comfort in our shared embrace. As I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I hold onto the hope that someday, we’ll find a way to overcome the obstacles standing between us and our happiness. Because together, we’re stronger than any force that dares to come between us.