Chapter Fourteen

STEPHEN

After a relaxing soak in the jacuzzi, we’d gotten ready and headed out for dinner with a few of my business acquaintances. The venue was an intimate, traditional Jamaican cafe tucked off the beaten path—warm, fragrant, and humming with authenticity. Rich curries, steaming dumplings, perfectly spiced jerk meats, and coconut rice filled the table. Trinity’s eyes lit up with every bite, and seeing her so content made the evening even more perfect.

By the time we left, the heat of the day and the soothing crash of ocean waves had left us both drained in the best way. Opting for an early night, we returned to the hotel, limbs heavy, laughter light, and hearts full.

A movie played in the background as we curled into bed, but I barely remembered the opening credits. The last thing I could recall was Trinity wrapped in my arms, her golden skin glowing under the soft moonlight trickling through the curtains. The distant lull of the ocean outside, the rhythm of her breath against my chest—it all blended into a hypnotic peace I’d never known. Her scent, that sweet, feminine warmth, was now carved into my soul.

I woke the next morning to the soft drag of her fingertips tracing lazy, tender circles along my forearm. That silken touch—half dream, half memory—was so gentle it made my heart ache. A thousand walls I’d spent my life building had begun to crack with her. I wondered if this—she—was what I’d spent my whole life searching for.

My arm, curled around her waist, felt like it belonged there. Like she belonged there.

Outside, the ocean whispered its morning greeting, the waves a calming percussion in the background. Trinity shifted in closer, pressing her body into mine, and I swept her hair away from her neck, planting a kiss there that made her smile against the pillow.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I murmured, lips brushing her skin.

“Morning, handsome,” she replied, turning just enough to catch my eyes—those deep, endless eyes—and that smile … that goddamn smile set my chest on fire.

We stayed like that for a while, content in the silence. No pressure. No rush. Just the peace we’d created inside that hotel room.

“What do you want to do today before we fly out tonight, doll?” I asked, my voice low against her temple.

She sighed, content. “Can we spend it down at the resort beach and just enjoy what time we have left for ourselves?”

“Sounds perfect,” I said, brushing my lips along her jaw. “Hop up and get dressed for the beach. Let’s grab some breakfast downstairs first.”

But she didn’t move. Not right away.

Instead, she rolled in my arms, lips meeting mine in a kiss that lingered—long and slow, intimate in a way that spoke volumes more than words could. We took our time, exploring one another like it was the first time again. Soft sighs, shared breath, that electricity that never faded between us.

Eventually, with difficulty, we pulled ourselves away and made it down for coffee and a light breakfast. Then, hand in hand, we strolled barefoot to the resort beach. Hours passed in a golden haze of sunlight and sea breeze. We alternated between lazing beneath the sun’s embrace and cooling off in the waves, sneaking playful touches and whispered promises between dips in the water.

I had just gone to grab us a bottle of water when I returned to find Trinity sprawled across the golden sand, her body kissed by sunlight, her chocolate hair tousled in the breeze. Her skin glistened, stretched out like a goddess summoned by the sea.

I froze in place.

That moment—untouched, unposed—was everything. I pulled out my phone and quietly snapped a picture, wanting to trap the moment in time. Just as I did, her head turned toward me.

“What was that?”

“What’s that, doll?” I played dumb.

“That sound—and why are you crouching like you’re guilty of something?” she asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

Chuckling, I stood and showed her the screen. “I needed a new screensaver.”

“Smooth,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. But she blushed, and that made me grin.

“I try,” I winked.

She pulled out her own phone, unlocked it, and then flipped it toward me. My smirk deepened when I saw the image—a candid photo of me laughing in the sun. That ~she~ had wanted to capture me—to keep a piece of me close—that did something to me. It warmed something buried, something fragile.

“Come on,” I said, offering her my hand. “Let’s take one more long shower before we have to pack up and head to the airport.” I winked suggestively.

We raced back to the hotel like two kids caught in a storm of lust and laughter, dripping seawater, and desire. The second the door clicked shut behind us, our clothes started hitting the floor. Trinity peeled off her bikini in one slow, tantalising motion, and I swore I saw stars.

I flicked the shower on, waited for the water to warm, then reached out, guiding her in with my hands gripping her hips. She moved easily beneath my touch, her trust in me something I didn’t take for granted—not for a damn second.

The steam curled around us as I turned her to face the wall. Hot water rolled over her golden skin, catching in the strands of her wet hair and trailing down her spine like fingers from the gods. One of her hands braced against the wall. The other slid between her legs, slow and deliberate.

Fuck.

Her shoulders were heaving, her breathing already uneven. She was touching herself—for me—and it was the most erotic, soul-shattering thing I’d ever seen.

I didn’t even have to stroke myself. I was already rock hard. I’d been on the edge all day just watching her in that impossibly tiny bikini, the way her skin glowed under the sun, the way her hips moved when she knew I was watching.

I stepped in behind her, the head of my cock brushing along the soft skin of her inner thigh as I wrapped both arms around her waist. My mouth found the slope of her neck, tongue trailing over her pulse point before I sucked hard enough to leave a mark. No part of me cared about subtlety. I wanted everyone to know—this woman belonged to me.

Her breath hitched, those perfect little sounds falling from her lips in a string of soft sighs and needy gasps.

Then I heard her whisper—sultry and knowing—“What’s taking you so long, Daddy? You’ve been up for it all day.”

Christ.

The second she pushed her ass back into me, grinding herself against my throbbing cock, I nearly lost it. The flex of her muscles against me, that heat, that rhythm—my girl knew exactly what she was doing. Teasing me. Taunting me.

And I loved it.

My hands slid up her waist, framing her juicy curves until they cupped her breasts. Her nipples were already tight beneath my palms, begging for attention. I squeezed them roughly, my thumbs brushing over the peaks as her back arched, pressing her fuller into me.

She reached behind her, that delicate hand wrapping around my length. She guided it between her thighs, dragging it through her slick folds, her breath hitching with every pass.

Holy fuck.

I was on fire.

My lips found the back of her neck again, branding her with kisses as my fingers gripped her hips. Her ass ground into me with delicious precision, those hips rolling in slow waves that had me seeing red.

I groaned low in my chest, biting at her earlobe before growling into her ear. “Keep doing that, and I’m going to lose every shred of control I have left, doll.”

Her laugh was breathy, wicked, confident—and it set something off inside me.

Her hips rolled again, my cock now slipping between her folds, rubbing against her entrance with maddening friction. The heat of her, the wetness, the scent of sex and vanilla and ocean air wrapping around us like a spell—I couldn’t wait another damn second.

“I want you now, Stephen,” she said, voice hoarse and hungry. “All of you.”

And she would have me.

Every inch.

I reached down, lined myself up with her entrance, and roughly—~desperately~—slid inside.

She gasped, her hand flying to the glass wall in front of her for support, her other fisting in her own hair.

I let out a ragged breath, feeling the tight clench of her walls around me. “Fuck, baby … you feel too good. Too perfect.”

We stood there like that for a second, locked together, her body wrapped around mine like she was made for it. The steam from the shower curled around us, wrapping us in a cocoon of heat, as I moved—hard and deep, then faster with each thrust.

Every movement pulled a soft moan from her lips, a breathy chant of my name that got louder with every stroke.

“You’re mine,” I growled against her ear, thrusting harder. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, pushing her hips back into me. “Only yours.”

Her words undid me.

I slammed into her harder, needing more, giving more. Her breasts bounced under my hands as I kept one arm braced around her waist and the other roaming freely, exploring every inch of her slick, trembling body. The slap of skin, the hiss of water, the symphony of her moans and my grunts—it was primal. Perfect.

I could feel her getting closer, her walls clenching around me like a velvet vise. My hand moved down, fingers pressing against her clit in time with my thrusts.

“Yes. Right. There. ~Stephen!~”

Her scream echoed off the tiles, her body convulsing in orgasm as I slammed into her one last time, releasing deep inside her with a growl so deep it echoed in my chest.

We stood there, tangled together, breathless and soaked in water and each other. Her body trembled against mine, and I wrapped her up, pulling her back against my chest as we caught our breath.

“I don’t think I can let you leave today,” I murmured, voice hoarse. “You’ve ruined me, doll.”

She tilted her head, smiling through her post-orgasm haze. “Good. That was the plan.”

And fuck was it ever.

After drying off, we collapsed on the bed into stillness, limbs tangled, breaths even. The golden sunlight streamed through the windows, drying our skin as we drifted into sleep, our bodies satisfied and our hearts full.

I woke some hours later, the ache of needing to leave pulling at me like a weight on my chest.

I quietly packed our bags and then sat at the edge of the bed, watching my doll sleep. Her hair was fanned across the pillow, her lips parted slightly, her legs tangled in the sheets. I leaned down and pressed soft kisses to her shoulder until her eyes fluttered open.

She smiled up at me, sleepy and beautiful. “Time to go?” she murmured.

I nodded. “Yeah, baby. Let’s get dressed.”

We moved together easily, wordlessly, like we’d been doing this for years. The quiet comfort between us was something I’d never experienced before. She dressed while I handled the last of our things, then we headed out, checked in at the airport, and made our way to the gate.

The flight was smooth. She had the window seat again, her hand resting on my thigh as she leaned into me. I pulled her close, arm draped protectively around her, needing to feel her against me.

As we taxied for takeoff, I turned her face toward me, cupped her cheek, and kissed her deeply.

A low moan escaped her lips when we parted, and I tucked her into my side, breathing her in, heart pounding with everything I still hadn’t said.

Because once we landed, I needed to tell her the truth. About who I really was. About what I really did.

I wanted to be hers. I needed to be.

But would she still want me once she knew?

I didn’t know. And fuck, that terrified me more than anything else.