“You won’t lose me. We won’t lose this. We are stronger than that.” Closing my eyes, I let his words settle.
“It’s probably better than someone seeing us in the airport together. We can control the narrative this way.” My media management training is kicking in. Taylor would be proud.
“There is that,” Preston says. Something tells me he doesn’t fully agree with me.
“But?”
“But I think it’s time we tell everyone you’re mine.” There he goes again saying the sweetest thing at the perfect time. If Preston wasn’t holding me up, I might swoon right here.
“Or maybe you just want me to tell everyone you’re mine.”
“Damn right I do.” Preston closes the distance between us. His mouth crashes against mine in a kiss I feel all the way to mytoes. Opening to him, our tongues thrash as we lose ourselves in each other.
As we walk to the notorious Swing Bridge, I open my phone to the draft post again. Preston takes out his phone as well. Pulling up the tag feature, I type in Preston’s handle and then post the picture.
A notification comes through before I can close the app. Normally I don’t look at all the posts I have been tagged in. Social media is a crazy place and people tag me in all kinds of things. Opening the notification as I blindly follow Preston, I see the post is from his account.
“What did you do?” I softly ask once we take our seats.
“Made sure everyone knew you were mine.” He winks at me. Then he wraps his arm around me and presses a hard kiss to my temple.
Looking at the picture, it’s one I haven’t seen before. I’m standing on the top of a hill. I think this was Cahal Pech. My hair is blowing in the wind. My smile is wide and bright as I look out over the horizon. It’s the perfect summarization of our adventure. I’ve fought some hard battles on my way to the top but I’ve overcome them. The future I’m facing is bright, especially with Preston at my side.
His caption is simple: Mine.
CHAPTER FORTY
Ivory
It’s finally our last night in Belize—a moment I have been wishing for and dreading at the same time. I’ve tried not to think about it because it makes me sad to think of leaving Preston. He’s become someone I depend on. Someone I look forward to spending time with and discovering more about. The ticking clock reminds me that we don’t know what the future holds. Our lives are on separate sides of the country. Both our jobs demand our full attention. It’s not like we can alternate visiting weekends. A long distance relationship is hard under normal circumstances. What does that mean for me and Preston?
Trying to stay in the present, I focus on getting ready for the sunset dinner on the rooftop of our hotel that Preston planned. Like our date night in Corozal, I kick him out of the bedroom to get ready. Being quarantined together flipped the normal date life trajectory. There were no opportunities for him to pick me up for a date. The anticipation of seeing each other for the first time dressed to the nines for the other person. He’s seen me at my worst before he’s seen me at my finest. Any semblance of normalcy for our actual dates is important to me.
Slipping on the wine red dress I picked up from a cute boutique yesterday in town, I look at myself in the floor lengthmirror. The dress is strapless, starting right at the swell of my breasts, showing ample cleavage without being risqué and hits mid-thigh. Overall the dress is simple but I feel beautiful in it.
“You are always gorgeous but this look on you…” Preston pauses, tracking his eyes down my body. The new blue button down he wears brings out the heat in his eyes. “Sinful in the best way. I’m tempted to lay you out on the table and eat you for dinner instead.”
My pulse jumps to my clit. The thought of him eating my pussy while I lay splayed out on the table thrills me. The images running through my mind are erotic and making me wet.
“We might have to recreate that later.”
Seated on the rooftop of a beachside five-star restaurant, the sun hangs low in the sky reflecting off the water and sending a kaleidoscope of bright colors across the sky. We arrived before the golden hour started despite wanting to jump each other’s bones before we could even leave the room.
“We can’t miss the last sunset,” he had said. So here we are, watching the sunset. It’s been one of the best we have seen in Belize but all I can think about is getting this man naked and on top of me. Preston’s arm is draped over the back of my chair where we sit quietly facing the setting sun over the water. He lazily draws circles on my arm, occasionally trailing his fingers down to my elbow and back up. My hand on his leg mimics the motions on his thigh. Each touch lights the fire inside me. Dinner was extraordinary. A perfect mixture of local cuisine and international favorites.
To cap off the night, we ordered champagne and dessert. Preston takes a sip of his champagne. I watch his throat constrict as he swallows it down. I’m so horny for this man. How is drinking sexy? Preston catches me watching him out of the corner of his eye. His smirk tells me he is enjoying driving me crazy and making me wait. I tried to get out of here when Preston fed me a bite of dessert, teasing my mouth with the spoon and then devouring my mouth.
When the last of the sun fades below the horizon, I turn to Preston with expectation.
“So impatient.”
“Yes.” I don’t even bother denying it.
“Are you wet for me, Hollywood?” My thighs rub together under the table. “If I reached under your dress right now, would you be dripping for me?”
I dig my nails into Preston’s thighs causing him to hiss. Deciding to play with fire, my hand moves up his thigh until I find his hard cock in his slacks.
Bringing my mouth to Preston’s ear, I bite down on his earlobe. “The sooner we get out of here, the sooner you can feel for yourself. With your fingers, your mouth, and your cock.” I pump his cock once and then push my chair back to stand. Preston stands, adjusting himself in his pants to disguise his hard cock. My eyes bounce between his obvious situation and his eyes.
