“I got you when you wake up,” I assured her.
Shareese came out wearing only a towel and went to the closet to grab a robe. Then she went toward the couch with Breeze and picked up a melon from her bowl.
“Oh, these are good,” she said as she picked up another and shimmied.
“I don’t really like them. Anytime I’ve tasted those, they were always bitter,” Breeze said as she picked up another Strawberry.
“These aren’t. Here, taste it,” Sha picked up the melon and extended her hand for B to eat it, and she did.
Seeing them interact made my dick hard. Breeze came here to live out her fantasies, but shit, I feel like I was living out one of my own.
Breeze handed Sha the bowl and got up from her place.
“I’m going to take a nap,” she said, disappearing into the back room, and I saw the light turn off.
“I’m not too far behind you,” Shareese admitted.
She ate a couple more and handed me the bowl like I was the help, then went back to the room with Breeze. I shook my head as I turned and put the bowl up, checked the locks on the door, and joined them.
Breeze didn’t waste any time. She was already facing the direction that I realized she likes to sleep. Sha was standing up.
“Come and get in the middle.” She pulled back the cover and waited for me to slide in.
I got in between the two. Breeze slid her body against mine; I lay on my back and rubbed her butt.
I stretched my arm out for Sha to lie on me. In a way, I wanted her to feel comfortable. On the other hand, I also needed to keep tabs on her crazy ass. She looked like she wanted to give me a bit of pushback but didn’t. Instead, she lay her head on my chest, and it didn’t take long before the three of us were asleep.
Breeze
Iawoke a short time after to Quentin rubbing my butt as I turned toward him so that I could lie on his chest. Shareese was on the other side of him, tucked underneath his biceps, eyes closed, breathing rhythmically; she looked peaceful. He extended his arm and brought me into the fold. I slid over closer and allowed him to hold me as well. He kissed my forehead. Neither of us spoke. Instead, I just lay there, eyes closed. His naked body against mine, while we lay quietly in an effort not to disturb her.
This moment felt very surreal. I was lying in bed with Quentin and his ex, and somehow, I didn’t have any of the feelings that I thought I would. I didn’t feel uncomfortable around her, and I didn’t let it affect how he and I interacted. I felt a little… arousal. Maybe a lot of arousal.
I closed my eyes tighter at the realization. I could feel my breathing hitch as I tried to calm myself. Who knew that discovering what I like would come with such a weird sense of guilt or shame? But I was battling it internally. Like, I should notbe that turned on at the visual of someone slurping my juices off their ex’s dick. It’s crazy. But here I am.
Shareese stirred and did a light grunt as she stretched out. It jarred me from my thoughts as I opened my eyes. She gave me a light smile and slid out of bed before she groggily walked out the door toward the front of the villa.
She came back with the same bowl of fruit that we had been eating earlier and stood with her brows furrowed.
“I like fruit just as much as the next person, but I need some food. This?” She held up the half-eaten bowl, “It's not going to cut it.”
I giggled.
“I got you, Sha. You ready to get up and go out, B? What time is the last activity that you planned?”
“In about an hour and a half, but I also planned a final dinner too,” I admitted.
“Okay, let’s go grab something quick,” Q suggested as I sat up and he slid out of the bed for us to all start getting dressed.
“Shareese, put on something breathable. We’re going to the beach, and the activity also involves water,” I said, making sure she was dressed appropriately.
She nodded and then went back into her bag and grabbed a bikini and a cover-up.Once we were all dressed and covered in sunscreen, we walked down the path to the Beach Hut.
We ordered conch fritters, fish tacos, jerk chicken, and a lobster roll. Then we sat at the table and waited for them to let us know when it was ready.
“Is it a good time to tell you that I can’t swim, Breeze?” Shareese asked as soon as we were seated. Silence fell over us before we erupted in laughter.
“Damn, I forgot about that,” Q admitted.
