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The only thing I could do was pose the same, “Is it for you?”

He paused a few seconds before responding.

“No. I’m too busy being pleasantly surprised.”

With my third drink taking effect, I was beginning to relax. Getting past that initial phase, was the most difficult, and thankfully, it had passed. 

Looking over at him, I was reminded how proud I used to be as his plus one. He had a Taylor Kinney thing about him, but better looking, in my opinion and it made for undeniably…irresistible.

I was feeling some kind of way about having his honey comb in my golden hideout. I was longing for him to touch me. I wanted to show him how much I’d matured from the 18-year-old girl he used to dick down in the afternoons while the parents were at work. 

The shy walls were falling down, and right on time. I was tired of feeling so far removed from my element.

“Did you get settled into your suite already?”

I reached across the table and with my finger, made lazy circles on the top of his hand. I was in heavy flirtation mode.

“I’m asking because I wanted to know if you’d like to show me around. Or, I could show you around
mine
. We are right next to each other, you know? For
ease of access
.”

A newly implemented change to the resort was the separation of suites. I liked it, as it added a certain air of mystique, that was removed cohabitating in the same room every night and day. It made for some extremely sexy encounters.

“Ease of access, huh?” he said, grinning. “Is that literal or figurative?”

I rose from my seat, walked over to his side of the table and held my hand out to him.

“How about we go find out…”

 

CHAPTER 50

~*~*~

 

Back at his suite, not quite through the door, we went at each other hungrily, tongues intertwined, taking each other in. I tasted the mixture of Bacardi and pineapple, on his breath – bitter, yet sweet.

Clothes peeled off around us. There were forces at work, and both our bodies were screaming to become one.

I felt his manhood nestled against my newly-waxed mound. The juices summoned, made a slow escape down my inner thigh, my breathing was heavy…anxious.

His finger entered my wetness, stroking in and out, caressing my throbbing lips. Soon my legs wrapped around his waist, he carried me to the bed.

When he laid me down, his eager cock returned to the territory it once called home.

First penetration is always best
.
Yes
! It was as though he’d never left. With every stroke, the memories came flooding back, as I fell aimlessly into the thrill.

His hands touched my body with experienced navigation. Our bodies moved in sync, writhing to the same rhythm. My eyes closed to experience the ecstasy in its entirety. From my head to my fingertips, to the heels of my feet, I could
feel
him.

Prolonging the inevitable was an impossibility. My body wanted to surrender. My head tried to hold out, but with the tingling sensation and my walls contracting around his cock, I knew the time was near. Pulling my knees closer, and reaching around to grab his ass, I drew him deeper inside.

I was sure the symphony of our moans could be heard throughout the halls. His jerking form alerted me to the impending explosion, and as it arrived, so did I.

Sensational was the best way to describe it.

After many attempts to catch our breath, Ken rolled over to lie alongside me and stared upward. His freshly creamed manhood glistened against the moonlight peeking through the balcony.

The room was eerily silent. Just minutes before we were grinding like our lives depended on it and howling something like wolves in the wild. But as I watched him, it was as though he was having a telepathic conversation with the ceiling.

I didn’t understand. How did we go from hot, passionate sex…to deep thought?

“Ken, Is everything okay?”

No answer. Seemed like déjà vu.

Taking that as my
exit stage left
, I lifted up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. As I scanned the room for my clothing, I suddenly felt his hand on my side. His finger traveled up and down my back.

“You leaving, Gabriella?”

Are you serious right now?

I turned around to look at his face.

“I hope not, because I was hoping you’d spend the night with me.”

“Huh? You went missing. I took that as you being…uh…for lack of a better word,
done
with me for the night.”

“Yeah, right! That is far from the case. Sorry for drifting off, was having a moment.”

Having a moment
…I wondered what that was about. Insulting would be if he had detached due to thoughts of another.

I didn’t want to care, but let’s face it, what girl wouldn’t be taken aback if a man made love to her and then drifted off shortly thereafter?

Shit, he’d just gotten Grade A pussy and he was “
having a moment
?”

Puhhlease!

“Nothing to worry about,” he offered. “I’m good…but I could be better if you laid back down with me…” he said lightly tugging at my arm. “Come back to bed,
please
.”

“So, you’re not done with me?”

He exposed that trademark smile.


Nuh
uh
. Just trying to catch my breath, that’s all. Need to get a second wind to handle you, young lady.”

“I couldn’t tell. Seemed you handled me pretty well. I have
no
complaints.”

He blushed before responding, “That’s good to know.”

“Well, I’ll admit…you had me worried for a bit there. I was thinking I had to approach Valentina about switching a couple of
dates
around when you checked out on me.”


Whoa! Hold up!
There will be no switching of dates. I like things just the way they are,” he remarked as he pulled me next to him. Besides, we got us a contract,” he kidded.

It felt good being in his arms. It was comfortable there. I could hear him taking short breaths in the quiet of the room, and as he rubbed along my lower back.

“You know…” I started, “I do have to, at some point grab some overnight stuff from my suite.”

“What stuff? All the
stuff
you need is right here in this bed with me.” 

Feeling his package
poke against my skin, I was in complete agreement.

“You’re right…that
is
all I need. However, dot dot dot, there is also that thing called
eating
that we need to do in the very near future. I’ve managed to work up a healthy sized appetite with your help.”

“You’re absolutely right,” he said suggestively. “
Eating
is a must…”

A short time later, with my clitoris securely nestled between his lips, being licked and suckled like the last skittle in the candy jar, I was gifted with yet another supergasm. Amazing.

 

~*~*~

 

After a fulfilling and memorable lovemaking session, we showered, dressed and headed to the lounge for Feijoada, fruit salad, Guarana, flirting and plenty of conversation. There was more to discuss since the complexities were tackled and out of the way. 

He offered information that surprised me: He’d spoken to Mike several months back on a trip to visit his parents. My heart skipped a beat knowing he had been that close and I hadn’t so much as run into him. 

Apparently Mike was recently divorced! That was an unexpected newsflash. According to Kenny, the story went something like, he was deeply in love with his wife, but admitted to making a “
stupid mistake”
that cost him everything. 

Good for you, Mya for taking a stand!

The biggest shock was yet to come: There was a child as well.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I exclaimed. That was when I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I can’t believe he did that to her. She’s such a sweet person.”

“You know the story?” he asked surprised.

“I know pieces, but it’s nothing worth elaborating on.”

“Wait, that’s weird. He never mentioned you to me when I saw him.”

“Why would he have? It was ten years ago when you and I last spoke, as well as when any of us were in the same circle together; I doubt I crossed his mind. And besides, my interactions were primarily with Mya, his wife…or ex-wife, I should say. I just happened to find out that she was married to Mike when I was in her office one day and saw a picture of him.”


Oh…okay
,” he stated. “But yeah, he seemed pretty broken up. I felt bad for the guy when I was listening to him. I guess he’s in a forced situation because now he’s backtracked to Joi. Go figure, after all these years they somehow found their way back to each other, but under strained terms. From what he told me, he doesn’t want
her
, but he also doesn’t want his child growing up without her parents.”

Out of curiosity, I asked, “Did he happen to say how old the baby is?”

“Yeah, he said he had recently found out about the baby, but that she’s already 2½ or something like that.”


Damn,
” was all I could manage, “That’s so fucked up.”

I couldn’t help play sleuth as he spilled details.

Mya concluded that I was privy to information that I wasn’t. I felt horrible. I didn’t say it aloud, but I didn’t believe for one second what Mike told Ken –
that he recently found out
– because as bad as Joi had it for him, she wouldn’t have kept that secret for a million big ones. I was convinced of that. And he lost his wife because of lust he couldn’t control.

Bem Feito, Mike!

The only way I might believe that Mike found out late about his daughter would be if there had been earlier concerns on Joi’s part about who the father actually was between Mike and Nate, or anyone else for that matter.

I only knew parts of her life. Other than that, I
felt he knew about the baby the entire time and somehow it all came to a head and he was exposed.

So much time had passed and I wasn’t aware that she had birthed a child. Wow, Joi was somebody’s mother. The feeling was bittersweet. 

Bitter
because if it weren’t official before, it was in that moment…we were no longer friends. There was a big stomach I missed out on seeing. A baby shower that I hadn’t been invited to.

Sweet
because she had a beautiful little one that I was sure was nothing short of adorable. Unfortunately, I would probably never get the chance to meet her.

I always felt in my heart that if there ever came a time for kids or marriage, for either of us, no matter how long it had been since we had communicated, one would reach out to the other.

Not to be, I guess.

Learning of the situation, made me want to reach out to Mya. I finally understood why she cut me off without notice. In some way, she blamed me, and made me guilty by association. Either that, or she felt too ashamed, to have anything to do with me since I knew all involved parties.

I could only imagine how devastated she must have been when the sordid details came to light.

If Mya was as smart as I thought she was, she figured out the truth and knew that he had been carrying on that affair with Joi for a while and that the baby situation wasn’t one he had recently found out about.

Poor thing
. I could only hope her family rallied around her when he devastation hit. There were certainly enough of them to support her in her time of need.

I made a mental note that I would at least try to contact her. If she shot me down, then so be it, but I would make an attempt once I was back home and settled.

 

~*~*~

 

“So…” he sighed after a filling meal and lengthy conversation, “…now that we’ve discussed any and everybody’s business, why don’t we head to your room and get down to some business of our own.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice, I’m right behind you, Mr. Augustine.”

I didn’t know how the remainder of our time would go, but the way he made love to me brought about a feeling that made me surrender to him like I hadn’t any other. There was a connection that felt as though it had never been compromised.

In the moment, it felt good, but it also scared me to death. They were feelings I wasn’t prepared to experience – or even sure I wanted to give in to.

The next day, Natalia and I would be gone for a part of the day at Samba class, and maybe that was a good thing. I needed to be somewhere he wasn’t in such close proximity to so that I could regain the composure I felt myself slipping away from. Emotions were making a strong attempt at penetration.  

I couldn’t afford for that to happen.

No, not at all.

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