Page 142 of Mia

St. Thomas had been beautiful.

We’d been here for six days and it was the most peace I’d felt in a long time. We were heading back home tomorrow, so we were spending our last night enjoying the nightlife. Ironically, as much as I loved the club, we hadn’t been to a single one. Every part of this trip had been reserved for rest, relaxation, and growing closer together as a couple.

We’d spent our days on the beach, shopping and eating. We’d gotten couples massages and had a spa day. I was in such a good mood that I didn’t even trip over the women ogling my man in his robe at the spa. I knew he was the shit and women were going to look. That was never the problem. The problem came when they were bold enough to flirt with him like I wasn’t wrapped too tight.

Other than the hiking excursion incident, things had been smooth on that front, but we would see what tonight brings.

I stood in the mirror, smoothing my hands over my outfit. I’d found a sexy little all white number in one of the boutiques we went to, and I couldn’t wait to put it on. It was a chiffon two-piece set. The top fit like a bra, lifting my titties just right and showing off my stomach. The bottom was a flowy skirt that touched the ground. There were splits up both sides that showed off my thighs. The built-in underwear came in clutch because it would have shown off all my goods.

On my feet were a pair of white strappy heels that perfectly matched my dress. I’d pulled my braids up into a bun and added white gold jewelry to accessorize. I felt cute as hell, and from the way my husband was staring at me, he agreed. He was looking so fucking good dressed in an all back linen lounge set. All he needed was a hat and a cigar, and he could pass for somebody’s uncle.

“Like what you see?” I asked, catching his gaze in the mirror.

“Is that even a question?” he asked, coming up behind me.

He slapped my ass, then encircled me in his arms, placing soft kisses to my neck.

“You look beautiful, mamas.” His hand caressed my body in a sensual manner. “You got thick on me the last couple of months, love.”

I blushed. I’d definitely gotten my weight up after losing so much of it during my depression. I had small curves before, but they were much more prominent now. I knew that after this trip, I’d probably gain more weight because if I did nothing else, I ate like a maniac.

“I’m trying,” I said, doing a little shimmy. What are you gonna do when I’m thick like Shar and Salima?”

He chuckled. “Still toss your thick ass around. Fuck you thought? You’re gonna be my personal workout equipment.”

“Oh, like you don’t do arm curls with me now?”

It was the reason we couldn’t work out together now. We always ended up playing around and if we worked out at home, we always ended up with me somewhere with my yoga pants around my ankles.

“And a little extra weight ain’t gonna change that. You’re still gonna get put on my shoulders to get your pussy ate.”

My clit tingled when he said that. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

He smirked as he checked his phone. “Come on here. Our ride is out front. Your good time is waiting for you when we get back.”

He released me and grabbed my hand, leading me out the room. We left the villa and got into the waiting car. The drive to the pub we were going to didn’t take long at all. From the pictures, it was set up with both inside and outside spaces with a chill island vibe. When we stepped inside, it was already moderately packed.

We grabbed drinks and headed to the outside area. Music was going and people were dancing and vibing. I took a sip of my drink, then pulled Titan out to dance. The smooth sounds of “Turn Down Your Lights” by Lauryn Hill and Bob Marley floated through the air as I slowly rocked to the beat. Titan matched my movements. His free hand rested on my hip as he wound his hips along with mine.

I closed my eyes and let the music and smell of weed take me away. His hand traveled up my stomach until it wrapped around my throat. He whispered nasty things in my ear that had me moaning softly against him.

“All right now,” I warned him. “I’m not above a little voyeurism.”

A sexy chuckle rumbled in my ear. “Neither am I.”

The music faded out, and the next song started playing. We danced for a little before finding a spot under a cabana to smoke and order some food. Titan pulled out a blunt and sparked it up. After taking a long pull from it, he cupped my chin and blew me a shotgun. The weed was strong, and it wasn’t long before I was relaxed and resting against him, vibing to the music.

“I’m so not ready to go back home,” I said, taking a sip of my drink. “I do miss everybody though.”

“Shit, I don’t know how. They done called you every day since we been here.”

I giggled. “I’m sorry I’m missed and loved. You sound bitter.”

He playfully mushed my head. “Whatever.”

“For real though, I’m ready to get back and finish my man cave. I need a place of my own. I can tell you and Jaeda lived alone for a long ass time. Everything is so damn girly. Y’all need some masculinity in your house.”

I motioned to him. “Masculinity right here.”