Grand Turk…
Two days later, Caressa, Rachel, Jocelyn, Reia, and Kayla were lounging on the beach in Grand Turk sipping on the island’s version of rum punch.
Kayla hadn’t run into or seen Myles since that night on Serenity deck, as she’d been spending time with her sisters. Looking out towards the crystal blue water’s edge, she saw their cruise director Dr. E diving into the water.
To her right, Reia sat up quickly to see just how well he handled the waves.
Caressa, however, said what all five women were thinking, “Wouldn’t you like to be his shorts or those waves right now, damn that’s a lot of man right there.”
Their cruise director had been giving a whole new meaning to chocolate goodness and between his rock-hard abs and buns of steel, he had most of the single women onboard vying for his attention.
“Caressa, the only shorts you need to be envying are the ones that are covering your boyfriend, my brother’s,” Jocelyn stated.
“Jocelyn, married life has turned you into a prude,” Reia commented. “There’s nothing wrong with window shopping.”
Reia, Jocelyn, and Caressa saw each other often, as they were sisters in more than just friendship. Caressa and Reia were also sister in laws as Reia was married to Caressa’s brother.
Gazing into the water deep in thought, Kayla wondered if she would ever find what they all had.
Jocelyn wanting to turn the heat off herself decided to alert the group of the scene unfolding before them. “Isn’t that Myles, Kayla?”
“Who is Myles?” Reia and Caressa simultaneously asked.
Ever the troublemaker, Rachel chimed in, “Oh, that’s right you two haven’t seen or met Myles yet, but Jocelyn how do you know him?”
Kayla decided to answer all the chatter surrounding her while watching Myles, his grandfather, and their small fan club of women trailing behind them on the beach, “Myles is the asshole from the airport lobby, plane, hotel. And although Jocelyn didn’t mention it, the man and I were in a very public compromising position two nights ago on the Serenity deck.”
“Well damn girl, that’s a lot of run-ins with one man and what happened on the Serenity deck?” Caressa inquired as she raised a brow at her.
Noticing that Myles and his grandfather had spotted her and were headed their way, Kayla quickly replied, “Later, we’ll discuss it all later.”
“Afternoon beautiful ladies, I see the sun is kissing your skin nicely.”
“Gramps,” Myles grumbled.
“Hush boy, I don’t mean anything by that. I’m just making conversation. Let me introduce myself, ladies, my name is Harte Feelgood, and this here is my single grandson, Dr. Myles Feelgood.”
Gasping, Kayla was taken back. His full name hadn’t registered two nights ago. “Uh, your last name is Feelgood? Dr. Feelgood?”
Cracking up, Rachel chimed in with, “Ooh, Myles Feelgood… Dr. Feelgood? Now that is quite the name. How true is that last name of yours?”
A woman behind Myles and Harte spoke up with, “Baby if you want, I can be your patient, how about we head back to the ship, so you can make me feel good?”
Another woman seemed to decide to throw her hat into the mix, “Bitch, please I’m going to be the only patient he’ll need.”
Myles kept looking at Kayla with “rescue me” eyes.
Instead of saying anything, Kayla politely got up and walked away. She grumbled out with, “Thirsty bitches.” And moved further away from the group. She couldn’t understand why she was feeling jealous and possessive of this man. It wasn’t as if they were in a relationship. Hell, they just got to the place of having a sensible conversation. But she was becoming acutely aware of her attraction for him and couldn’t stand to think of him being with any other women.
Her sisters politely waved goodbye to Myles and Grandpa Harte running after Kayla who rushed away like the devil himself was on her heels.
Kayla heard his Grandpa chuckling. “Boy, that shit storm seems to be getting bigger huh? Come on, let’s get moving before we miss our party boat.”
Yes, he said it, all right. A shit storm was what she’d just experienced, Kayla thought with disgust.
Before Kayla reached the ship, she decided to take a detour to Margaritaville. She figured she could use another drink and possibly some music distraction. When she walked into the door to the outside pool area, she immediately halted her steps causing her sisters to run into her back as they had just caught up with her.
“Shit, Kayla,” they all muttered. But that was quickly replaced with, “Wellllll damnnnnnn,” as they came face to face with the reason behind the sudden stop from Kayla.
A man who could pass for Kofi Siriboe’s identical twin was rising from the pool with water cascading down his rock-hard abs.
“Have mercy, I think I just dropped a fountain of cum in my swimsuit?” Rachel said tugging on her swimsuit.
Four heads wordlessly went up and down in agreement. And the torment kept getting worse as two meters out in the water was another sight of deliciousness in the form of white chocolate.
Kayla feeling the sudden sexual energy griped, “What the hell, do they import sex on two legs in the Margaritaville, Grand Turk? I can’t take this pressure not to jump on one of those men and ride the maverick!”
Busting out laughing at her reference to what Maxine Shaw, so eloquently said in Living Single, the girls pushed her forward.
“Well, let’s see how much trouble we can get into, I’m due for a tune-up,” Rachel replied.
Heading towards the water to cool off and needing that drink even more now, Kayla intended to head towards the swim up bar in the middle of the pool area, when she was stopped by Caressa just before she reached the edge.
“Sis, I’m not sure it’s a good idea for us to step into the water. I see immaculate conception happening from just our toes touching that water, and I won’t be able to explain how I went on a cruise and came home pregnant to Brian. Hell, Jocelyn is already antsy about my earlier comment regarding other men, and an accidental Virgin Mary type pregnancy would push her into a breakdown of epic proportions.”
Jocelyn feeling slighted sucked her teeth and smacked Caressa on her arm. “Girl, if you don’t stop.”
Kayla decided to save her sisters from themselves. “Ok, fine how about we head back to the ship’s bar and do some dry ground drinking?”
Two hours before the ship was due to leave port, Myles and his Grandpa walked back to the pier. They’d just gotten off the party boat that took them across the island.
Myles was holding onto his grandpa, so he wouldn’t fall on his face. “Gramps, I told you that those six rum punches might be more than you could handle. I think you need to go sleep them off.” He laughed.
“Boy, I was trying to keep up with those young women, and they asses drank me into embarrassment. Remind me to stop while I’m ahead next time. Damn, those drinks pack a mighty punch!” he exclaimed shamelessly leaning into Myles for support.
“Yeah, I guess what’s done is done now. It was a great way to spend the afternoon on a beautiful island though. Well, that is until you proceeded to lose your intestines over the banister. I’m thinking those women will be staying clear of you if they see you again.” Myles laughed again.
“Don’t remind me, Myles. I was cool until I wasn’t. Ugh, and will you look at this dang line to get back onboard? It’s gonna take forever, and I need to lay down,” Grandpa Feelgood grumpily expressed.
“It’s going to be fine, the lines usually move quickly, and then I’ll help you to your room.” Myles’ lips quirked, and his eyebrows rose.
After watching the Grand Turk port move away as the ship left, Kayla decided that she might need to sleep off some of the drinks she’d consumed with her sisters. Once they’d returned to the ship, they had been drinking at the Lido bar until the boat left the port at 4 o’clock which meant they’d been drinking for about two hours. Kayla felt the effects of her margaritas as she slurred to her sisters, “Seesters, I thrink I sneed a snap.” She chuckled. “I mean I think I need a nap, who wants to escort me to my room?”
“Honey Bee, all you had to do was ask, I’ve been watching you for hours to make sure you were good,” Myles said from directly behind her.
He stood so close that Kayla knew the hardness she felt on her back was coming from his dick. Still trying to express her thoughts coherently, she replied, “Oh, Mr. Asshole, has managed to fuck his two admirers and still try his dick…” She laughed outright. “…I mean hand with me. And damn it, what’s with you and this Honey Bee bullshit all of a sudden?”
As if sensing that she couldn’t hear nor handle the truth in her inebriated state, Myles decided to ignore her question and follow up with one of his own, “Ladies, do you all need an escort to make sure you get safely to your rooms?”
Unlike their sister, the ladies nodded their heads mutely and cautiously climbed down off their seats grabbing each other for balance and stability.
Myles draped his arm around Kayla and they followed behind the four women rocking back and forth toward the elevator bound for their rooms.
Dropping the women off one by one, Myles sensed that Kayla was becoming more unstable on her feet. Without asking her, he bent down and swung her up into his arms.
Kayla, not expecting the action, hugged his neck tight but after a minute loosened her hold. The world spun as she closed her eyes.
Just before reaching her room, Myles looked down to see she had fallen asleep almost instantly. Arriving at her door, he carefully removed Kayla’s room key from around her neck and entered her room.
Carrying her to her bed, Kayla was oblivious to everything but the dream she quickly fell into which meant she had no clue that she began talking when Myles laid her down.
Sleep talking Kayla murmured, “Mmmm, just like that baby. Lick me again right there. That’s it, right there.”
Instead of leaving, Myles decided to listen a little longer—of course, he did!
Still oblivious, Kayla kept talking and began moving on the bed. “Oh, Dr. Feelgood, you sure know how to make me wet.”
Myles gazed down at Kayla writhing on the bed stunned by the words coming out of her mouth. Did she just call my name? He decided to store the information for a later date and backed away from the bed to let her finish up her dream privately.
Before stepping out of the room, he had to adjust his dick in his pants. Who knew hearing the object of your aggravation calling your name out in a sexual dream would affect you this much?
Heading to his room, Myles spotted his grandfather a few feet ahead of him hugged up with some woman, and all he heard was clicking. Getting closer to the pair, Myles busted out laughing as he realized the clicking was coming from their dentures making contact. I’ll have to apologize to Kayla because now, I understand her burst of laughter from a few days ago. Outwardly, he said, “Gramps what the fuck are you doing groping this woman for all eyes to see? Take that geriatric foreplay into your room.” He felt shocked by the scene and the fact that his grandpa hadn’t stayed in his room after he’d dropped him off. When did he have time to find this woman? It hasn’t been that long since I left him.
It seemed that Grandpa Feelgood was too busy sliding his hand under the old woman’s dress to even acknowledge him.
Myles moved away from them, rushing down the hallway. “I swear to God, if he whips out his wrinkled dick or exposes her wrinkled pussy in this hall, I’m going to lose my damn lunch.”