Page 78 of Lyric Squared

“Are you wearing that?” She pointed at the t-shirt and above-the-knee shorts. The weather in Maldives was warm, a far cry from the Channing winter.

“Yeah.”

“Umm. Hmm. I see why you wanted me to wear that dress. You on your corny shit, I see. You want to dress just like me.”

“Shit, why not?”

The warmth I felt rushing through my frame wasn’t due to the elevated temperatures outside of our villa. It was solely because of the woman standing in front of me and all her beauty.

“Goodbye, Keanu. Go bathe. I’m ready for frolicking in Maldives and spending every red penny in your pocket.” She sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed where I’d left her body lotion.

“That won’t be an easy task, Lyric. That’s a lot of fucking red pennies.”

“Doesn’t hurt to try, right?”

With a shake of my head, I left Lyric alone in the villa as I headed for the shower. So that she was still entertained, I left my cell phone behind as well. The volume was lowered, but she could still hear the music very well.

“Last one,”I warned, watching as Lyric took a sip of the drink our waitress had brought over.

She’d had four mixed drinks, a new one each time, and two shots. One was a celebration for our union and the other was for the ‘No Sex’ pact we’d made. We knew that it wouldn’t be very easy but keeping our hands to ourselves was necessary for what we were both trying to achieve.

“Last one, baby. I promise.”

Sober thoughts. That’s what I had been getting from Lyric all night through her drunken haze. What was supposed to be a quick bite and a drink or two after our facials had turned into three hours of long, progressive conversations that we both needed to officially break the ice.

Though it was her third time referring to me as anything other than Keanu or Ken, it still made my heart speed in pace and the corners of my mouth turn upward.Baby. I’d be that for her because that’s exactly what she was to me.Baby. The simple word meant everything coming from her.

Slouched in my seat, I found straying away from Lyric’s frame far too complicated of a task. The sun was retreating and the beauty of its setting served as her background. Unintentionally and effortlessly, she commanded the attention of everyone within a twenty foot radius. She was the moment.

“Truth or dare,” she broke through the silence.

“Truth,” I responded, eyes never leaving her smile.

She was toasted. Her glossy, suckable lips made my dick hard underneath the table. Just the thought of how well she usedthem and how they sounded when wrapped around my shit had me wondering if we would really see the end of the trip without tearing into one another.

“No fun,” she whined, taking another sip of her drink.

“Truth, Lyric.”

“Am I your final destination?”

Liquid courage. She’d been surviving the entire evening off of it, and I didn’t have any complaints. I wanted her to reveal her true feelings and desires when it came to us and if that meant allowing her to drink a few fruity mixes until she found the courage to do so, then so be it.

“Yes. Yes you are. I don’t want nobody if it ain’t you. I won’t accept anybody but you. It’s you, Lyric. It’s you or nobody.”

“Do you cum like that for everyone you’ve ever been with?” She asked a second question though she was only supposed to ask one.

“It’s my turn. I think.”

“But answer the question first,” she insisted, taking another sip.

“Why? Why would you want to know that?”

“Because it would make me insanely jealous if the answer is yes, but I still want to know.”

“No.”

“No?”