“Sophie, just apologize and move on, boo. You’re in Jamaica. Why are you going to let Lincoln ruin that for you? Have you ever even been there? No you haven’t because all you do is work. So what if he’s being mean? He has the right. You shouldn’t have defended Lincoln.”
“He’s not exactly being mean, just quiet and short.” I glanced at Trooper sitting by the pool, smoking a blunt and drinking something. He looked so sexy out there in no shirt and navy trunks.
“Sophie, I love you. I swear I do, but you can’t treat that man like you treat all the other men you’ve dealt with. He’s not like them. He’s a real man, so defending you comes with the territory, and he has to do it his way. You have to accept that. So what if he almost shot Lincoln? I wish he would have. Trooper is right, that was a bitch move.”
“Listen to you. Since when do you talk like that?” I quizzed, about Maddie’s terminology.
“I’m from Queens, Sophie, don’t forget. But like I was saying, Lincoln thinks money gives him the right to handle people. Unfortunately for him, he just got a lesson in street etiquette. Let it go. Go put on a bikini and show off that amazing body. Ifnothing else, you’ll distract him enough that he’ll forget he’s mad at you. Now go. I love you, but you need to get off the phone with me and have fun.”
I laughed at Maddie’s little speech. She was right though. I couldn’t say I knew him if I didn’t try to understand him. I wasn’t mad at Trooper, in fact, it was sexy he’d handled Lincoln. I was more worried about what Lincoln would do next. But if Trooper wasn’t concerned, I shouldn’t be either.
“Fine, I’ll call you later.”
“Don’t. I have plans and you have a man to seduce. I’ll see you when you get back. I love you, Sophie.”
“I love you too, hun.”
After ending my call, I stripped down and slipped on a two-piece I’d picked up for the trip. It was a bandeau top and thong bottom I paid way too much for, but had to admit looked amazing.
After a few spritzes of my coconut body spray, I pulled my hair up, grabbed a towel, then left the bedroom.
When I stepped out the back of Trooper’s house, his eyes were on me. He continued smoking but didn’t say a word as I approached him. Just as I passed, I dropped my towel into his lap and kept going toward the shallow end of the pool, taking the stairs into the water. He watched me the entire time, his expression never changing.
After moving around a bit, I swam over to his side, propped my arms up on the tile lining the edge, and peered at him.
“It’s Jamaica and I’m dressed like this. You can’t possibly stay mad at me, Trooper.”
His sexy lips formed an O, releasing a cloud of smoke then that crooked grin of his stretched across his face.
“I’m not mad at you,” he said calmly.
“You’re not talking to me and you’ve been short since we got here.”
“Come here,” he said before lifting his glass from the small wooden table next to him and finishing his drink.
I lifted from the pool and stood in front of him. His eyes lustfully moved across my body before he leaned forward to pull the drawstrings that held my bikini bottom together one at a time. He then gripped my waist and pulled me between his legs, kissing my stomach a few times.
“You’re sexy as fuck, Sophie.”
My body tingled all over. I needed to feel him, but didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I let him have his way. Every touch killed me a little bit more as his lips moved across my skin. But when his fingers slipped inside me, I almost lost it. I was so horny at that point I came instantly and he laughed.
I watched as his hand slipped into his trunks and he released himself and nodded toward it. That was my cue. I straddled his lap, easing down slowly because of his size. I always felt like I was going to split in two while on top, but he loved it.
“Are you mine, Sophie?” Trooper growled as he held me against his lap, thrusting up toward me. He was an expert on my body, so he made sure to hit my spot every single time.
“Shit, yes, I’m yours.” I moaned, drunk off the feeling.
“Then let me take care of you. Don’t ever question that again, okay?”
“Mmmm, okay,” I said before I released his shoulders and slipped my arms around his neck, pulling my body closer to his.
“Say it like you mean it, baby girl. Are you gonna let your man take care of you?” Trooper got more aggressive, hitting me so deep I couldn’t think straight.
I circled my hips more because it felt so good I wanted him deeper. It hurt like hell, but I loved the feeling of him knocking my walls down.
“Sophie!” Trooper yelled with aggression.
“Yes,” I yelled back. “I’ll let you take care of me. Yes, Trooper.” The last yes was more about the orgasm that hit as I creamed all over him.
