Page 82 of Lyric Squared

“Yes, because we’d never make it out of here if I woke you before putting back on my dress.”

“So, I can’t slide in my shit right quick?”

“No. You can’t. You made me promise so you have to keep your promise, too.”

“This some bullshit.”

“Your rules, not mine.”

I stepped back and watched him stand from the bed he’d been laying on. His dick was as hard as it was when he’d awakened a few hours earlier. I wanted nothing more than to get on my knees and handle that for him, but we’d promised to keep our hands to ourselves. So far, we’d done a great job. Hopefully, we made it off the island without ripping one another to shreds.

“When we get back home, get ready to hand that pussy over on a platter. Soon as we hit the door to the crib, you’re dropping them fucking panties.”

“In that case, I won’t wear any. And why are we waiting until we get to the house? There’s an entire plane with nothing but space and opportunity.”

“You’re right about that shit. Don’t even sit down. Head straight to the bedroom when we board, take whatever the fuck you got on, off.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, love. But, for now, I need you to get your shorts and your tank on. I’m ready for you to pay for some of this pussy you keep referring to.”

“Come on. I’m ready to see how much that shit worth, anyway.”

Tittering, I shook my head from one side to the other. “It’s priceless, boo. Ain’t enough zeros in your bank account to afford this shit.”

“Luckily, there’s enough love in my heart.”

“I guess, but unfortunately, I can’t take love to the register and pay for my things so make sure you don’t forget your wallet.”

“You’re your mother’s child.”

“Ummm. Hmmm. And my mother’s child wants to stop for a drink before we go into town and visit the shops.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl,” Keanu replied, sliding into his shoes.

Hand-in-hand, we made our way back to the place that had some of the best drinks I’d ever tasted and food to match. We arrived, and as promised, I only ordered one beverage. The twenty minutes it took me to finish it off, we sat at the bar deciding which stores we would tackle and the order in which we would tackle them in.

When we hit them, we hit them hard. Keanu spared no expenses and telling me no simply wasn’t in his plans. Anythingand everything I held up, tried on, or stared at for too long, he added to his tab. By the time we headed back to the resort where our private villa was, we needed a minivan to accommodate us.

I fell onto the bed, completely exhausted from the day’s activities. I didn’t give a damn about those bags or how they’d make it inside. Rest was the only thing on my agenda and that’s exactly what I got the minute my head hit the pillow. The continuous sound of Keanu moving about our space was even better than nature sounds, putting me to sleep in minutes.

“Hey,”Keanu called out to me as he rubbed the side of my cheek with the back of his hand.

“Hmmm?”

“Dinner is ready,” he informed me, pushing my hair from my face.

“I’m so tired.”

“I know. Would you like me to bring it to bed?” he offered.

“No. I know you were looking forward to dinner together. I don’t want to be lazy or ruin your moment.”

“You won’t,” he assured me.

“Can I have ten minutes to get myself together?”

“Of course.”

“Okay. Help me up. I promise not to be long.” I yawned.