“Brick’s,” she mews.
“Uh-uh, Kaya. Whose?”
“Oh, fuck!”
She’s about to climax.
“Say my name!”
“This pussy belongs to Brandon!” she damn near sings toward her next release.
Her body shakes in my arms and she lets out a loud moan as the orgasm tears through her. Sweat beads on my forehead as I continue concentrated thrusts inside of her walls, my body shuddering with delight through my own release.
As I come down from one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, I use my hands to caress Kaya’s back as my mouth finds hers again. Our tongues intertwine in a passionate dance as her body continues to tremble in aftershocks.
“I could do this for hours,” I tell her, almost slipping and saying the word forever.
“Are you quoting song lyrics?” She giggles as I hold her in my arms and glide us through the still waters of the pool.
“Damn, did I?” I smile.
“I think you did. Is that what you do with all your women?”
“I don’t do this with other women,” I say with a serious face.
“What happens on the island, stays on the island. I get it. I’ve never done something as crazy as this either.”
“That’s not what I mean,” I say, basically annoyed with her nonchalance about what just happened here.
“Don’t get all serious on me, Brick,” she smiles.
“Not being serious at all.” I plaster a fake smile on my face as I look into Kaya’s eyes, feeling more connected to her than ever.
In my gut, I know this is the beginning of something special, but in my head, I can see the many obstacles before us. Maybe I need to get out of my head and just enjoy the rest of the night. I can worry about the rest later.
We stayed at the lagoon for a while longer, lying in the pool and looking up at the stars, enjoying each other’s company and the tranquility of the night. Eventually, we get out of the water, dry off, and head to our suites.
Originally, I wasn’t going to ask, but I find that I can’t help myself once we get to our doors.
“Are you going to tell your family about that Elijah dude?” I ask, jealousy coursing through my veins.
She turns around to face me. “Eventually.”
“Am I someone you would've brought home to meet your mother?”
“No, Brick. You know that.”
“Why?” My back tightens.
“My family has known you since you were a little kid. I wouldn’t have to bring you home to meet anyone. And then, of course, there’s the other obvious issue.”
“Kyle.”
“Yes, one of us or both of us could lose him, Brick.”
We’re standing in the hallway quietly for a moment until we hear someone exiting the elevator.
“Let’s finish this conversation inside,” I say, opening my suite door with the key card.
