If I leave you now, I'd be losing my mind

After every storm, there's a brief moment of peace that moves on what the foreigners call 'island time'.

Small bits like this are the ones most cherished...and most feared, because we all know that sometime in the future it will be replaced with confusion and chaos.

Moments when the rising Caribbean sun fights to shine through the shear white curtains hanging off my windows. I could feel it's warmth grazing my naked back and illuminating the bronze skin of my lover below me.

The thick white coils of smoke from the blunt he smoked dissapearing into the air; and its scent mixed with the aroma of the lit mahogany candles will forever be ingrained into the white bedsheets.

Moments that made me feel like a goddesss, surrounded by love and lust.

I had Dave back with me, my best friend with all of the benefits. No longer withdrawn and angry but passionate, loving, and patient...at least for the meantime.

The heavens know I have a million and one things to do at the hotel this morning. But all of it would have to wait.

In my current state, my mind wouldn't be able to focus on insurance filings or repairs.

I was too busy ensuring that my lips covered my teeth and that Dave's dick hit the back of my throat every-single-time that I bobbed my head.

Jhené Aiko's voice filled my ears, and I used it and Dave's suttle groans as my sole motivation to make it my best.

make love to me

come on, come on, come on

keep fucking me 'till the morning

come on, come on

kiss it, suck it

lick it, taste it

Every short breath he inhaled, only charged my desire. The way his fingers were gently tangled through my curls, kept me grounded enough to know I was doing something right.

I know you love it, say you love it

baby don't you?

you've been flourishing

ever since you got that v

this pussy nurturing

fuck you back to sleep

On some really cocky shit, I believed with my whole heart that I was the best he ever had.

The moan he fought to realease, escaped as I ran my tongue over the purple vein that led to his base.

I don't know why he was holding out on me.

Sucking his entire length into my mouth again, I looked up into his hooded eyes while a mischievous smile glided across my lips.

I could tell, that his high was coming in strong, and that meant, he'd fuck my shit up in due time.

Dave smirked in return, almost as if he had the same thought as me. He took the blunt from his mouth and bent down to signal that I should get up.

"Come here ma..."

"I'm not done yet." I challenged, while stroking him with my fist.

His hardened member, left my hand as it bounced and back up to his torso.

"Take this..." Dave's hoarse voice strained as he passed it to me.

I took it from him without a second thought and pulled with ease before blowing back at his face.

"What? Why you looking at me like that?" A soft giggle fell from my mouth before I pulled again.

"You look good shorty. I can't look at you?" He licked his lips, staring down at my naked chest. "I wanna put yo' ass on a poster."

My eyes closed as I laughed out loud, and when I opened them, the flash from his phone went off.

"Lemme see it." I stale faced him.

"Nah...this shit mine." He threw the phone on the other side of the bed."

His large hands caressed the length of my thighs while I hovered over him.

Then they moved upwards towards my nipples, which immediately hardened as Dave ran his fingers over them, then his mouth.

I almost came out of my deep concentration on finishing the blunt, when it almost slipped from my fingers and landed on the bed between us.

He chuckled, then said against my neck, "You betta' not drop that shit." I managed to catch it just in time and placed it at the corner of my mouth to watch him.

I whimpered lowly as he took my nipple in his mouth again, and groaned when he finally entered me slowly.

I can't believe I went without this shit for two months. Who knew fucking at seven in the morning would be such a vibe.

"Fuckkkk." I moaned once he finally entered me and began to fill me up completely. He leaned himself back onto the headboard and watched me with adoration.

"Yo' mouth dirty as fuck." He smirked as my hips rolled off of his freely. I nearly forgot about the blunt in my mouth, until I took another pull and Rihanna sang as the song switched.

yeah, yeah

I ain't trying to think about it, no

yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it, uh

I want you to homicide it

I tried, and I mean really tried, to make a mental note to make sure that I left him in charge of the playlist every time.

goin' slow and I want you to pipe it, uh

and I think I kinda like ya

up against the wall, we don't need a title, uh

yeah, I said it

yeah, I said it, babe

man, fuck a title, oh

My eyes rolled upwards to the ceiling as my rhythm finally got him to hit my spot, I smiled lightly at my success and increased my speed to make sure I got exactly where I need to be.

The pad of Dave's thumb landed on my clit, teasing me, intensifying the pleasure, and anticipating my upcoming release.

My high began to fade, so instead of screaming out his name I just pulled harder and held it...until I couldn't any more.

I'm 'bout to be all-the-way-up.

"Babyyyyy." I screeched, using my right hand to cup my breast and waistline to move me faster.

Before I knew it, I held the nearly finished butt of the blunt between my teeth to avoid it burning my lips, and leaned my left hand against his thigh to hold myself up.

My mouth nearly felt open as the orgasm built itself up within my stomach, Dave smiled sinfully with his eyes before taking the small roach and dumping it into the ashtray on the nightstand.

"Shit shit shitttt." I cursed again up at the ceiling, moving my hips faster and faster as my thighs began to shake.

"Damn ma, you workin' for that nut." Dave applied more pressure to my clit, rubbing in complete circles.

My eyes clamped shut, as I let go all control of my physical body, and barely hung onto my soul.

I allowed whatever the hell that just hit me, to transport me from earth to a new planet far far far away.

"You good huh?" Dave's raspy voice muttered, bringing me back to planet earth.

I couldn't even find my voice. I only nodded my head as I leaned closer to his chest, grasped his shoulders, and bucked my hips frantically against him to ride out my orgasm.

I sealed my lips over his, kissing him deeply, and savoring the taste of the weed on both of our breaths.

After we pulled away, his shiny lips, wet from our kiss and the look in his eyes let me know that this was far from over.

He reached over to the nightstand beside us and presented another fully rolled blunt, then passed it to me with the lighter.

"Spark it." He instructed. I placed it between my lips and did as I was told.

Afterwards, I leaned closer to his face, with him still inside me, and blew a thick cloud over his eyes, just to taunt him.

His hand connected to my ass cheek with a hard slap, and I held the blunt between my fingers, so that I could bite my lip.

"Ass up, face down." He commanded huskily, taking it from me.

There ain't nothing else I rather hear.

/•/

"Daveeee..." I sucked my teeth. "I gave you one job...one job and 'dis as far as you get?"

He dropped the knife on the cutting board and turned towards me. "How imma be high as shit and you want me to cut onions?" His eyes bounced off of the large chunks of haphazardly cut onions and back to me. "Show me how you want 'em done ma."

"Like this silly." I mushed his head to the side, before coming behind him, and using my hands with his to show him how to properly dice an onion.

Sometime during the middle of my demonstration I looked up at his face to see if he was paying attention, but he seemed to just be looking down at me.

"What?" A small confused smile appeared on my face.

I watched as his tongue slowly left his mouth to lick his lips. "Nothin'."

The man was insatiable, simply adorable. It's unfathomable that he still managed to make me feel like this. The same desperation that I had when we were first dating, was still there.

"Damn." I whispered to myself, while transferring the chopped onions and bell pepper to the awaiting skillet. I was lost in what you'd think was my favorite place in the world - my head.

"I ain't cut em' that bad now Laya. You hatin' on me." Dave exclaimed after hearing my muttering.

"Noo...I wasn't meaning that. I was just....forget it." I shook my head. "You're perfect...I mean you did a perfect job." I turned away briefly to suck up a stray simp tear.

"Aight, so tell me what you making again?" He nestled his shirtless body on the side of me and looked down at me cooking. His hand searched its way under the my satin robe and rested on my ass, like that was it's rightful place.

"It's sort of like a Turk Island breakfast. My mommy use to make it all the time. We put the vegetables in the pan with the conch, tomato paste, a little bit' ah' thyme, then serve it ontop of the yellow grits, aka cornmeal. It's bomb trust me."

I used the last sentence to reassure him. Whenever I made native foods like this for people who weren't from around here, I always had to over explain elements of our culture to avoid judgement.

Dave however, didn't seem to mind at all.

"Mmm it's smells good." He came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist while his head rested on my shoulder. "What else you want me to do mama?" He picked up some of the seasonings that I laid out on the counter and inspected them.

"Nothing." I smiled at the term of endearment he used. I loved it when he called me that. "It's almost done."

I stirred the pot, then picked up some of the cooked mixture on the wooded spoon to sample it.

After making sure it was good, I turned around and waved it in front of Dave's face to taste.

"You ain't gon' blow it for me?" He pointed at the coils of steam escaping the spoon.

He plays too much.

"I don't even blow Lilo's food." I laughed at him like it was the funniest thing I'd ever heard.

"Don't I blow yo' pussy before I eat it?" He retorted.

Like an eraser to a piece of paper, he wiped the laughter off my face and I mentally added a point to his comeback scoreboard.

"First of all...no you don't." I searched my mind just to make sure. "Well at least I don't think so. Secondly, stop saying that word." I scolded. "Just eat it."

"I did." He smirked again, before putting the spoon in his mouth.

I watched his face closely for any reactiin as he chewed slowly.

"Damn, that's good as hell baby." He finally commented sincerely.

"I know, I know....they don't call me Gordon Ramsey for nothin'." I gloated with a dusting of my shoulders.

He rolled his eyes at my annoying antics and leaned in towards me for what should've been a chaste kiss but ended up being a long, deep, sultry expression of adoration.

If we kept on the path that we were on, we'd end up back to where we had started this morning, and every other morning before that.

The day after the storm, we both decided to stay out here for another week. I needed to figure out the hotel's next steps and speak with our disaster insurance provider. While Dave, just remained for support. He took interest in everything I did, from riding around the island for supplies to talking with people.

Who knew the man from the concrete jungle, knew how to get his hands dirty. He had no problem squatting besides me while we moved fallen trees and scooped up loads of blown sand.

Today should have been our last day here. But one small accident changed our plans. My strong willed, stubborn ass grandmother fell off of a ladder and sprained her ankle while in her yard. With that, and the addition of her arthritis, I'd be staying for two more days until her doctor said she would be fine on her own. Dave however, had some business that he needed to handle in person, so he was leaving in an hour.

"You gonna be late for your flight and I'll be late for..." I inhaled sharply when his lips grazed the sensitive spot below my ear.

"You really think I give a shit? Them niggas can't leave without me." He whispered in my ear like it was a secret and pulled at the belt to my robe.

Just when things were becoming more intense, my doorbell rang completely ruing what would have been an amazing brunch.

"Look what you did..." I cried into his chest while hitting his shoulder. "See that's probably your driver wondering where you are." I pouted. "Can you open the door please?"

"You lucky you ain't got no clothes on." He grabbed my ass as I struggled to tie the slippery fabric back together.

"Tell them that you're coming now." I grunted after finally getting the robe to close again.

"Nah I'm telling they ass to come back later." He yelled playfully behind him.

After gathering my wits, I realized that Dave was still standing at the door, blocking the person from coming inside.

I know this man ain't telling them to come back for real.

"What's the matter?" I opened the door to let whoever it was into the foyer. It was at least ninety degrees outside, and they shouldn't have to be forced to stand in the prickling heat.

"Laya wait..." Dave tried to halt my actions and I looked at him with confusion, then finally turn around at the 6'2 man in a navy suit, crisp white unbuttoned dress shirt, Gucci monogram loafers, and dark aviator sunglasses.

"What are you doing here?"

"Allaya." He smiled. "It's been too long." He placed his brown leather bag down and approached me for a hug.

The unexpected action warranted an expected reaction, which was evident when my left foot took a step back and my right foot followed until my back hit Dave's front.

The man's brows drew together, "No hug?"

"No call?" I retorted just as fast.

The upper right corner of his lip turned up into a dutiful smirk. "Come on now, you're in the hospitality industry, is this how you treat your guests? Let your brother inside...I'm burning up out here." That new British accent appeared.

"Answer her questions first. Why the fuck is you here?" Dave wasted no time.

Amir took the shades off of his face and stepped forward, challenging the man behind me.

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" His cocky tone weaved itself around the words.

The pissing match that was about to ensue intrigued me. I carefully weighed the options in my head.

I could:

A) Step to the side and watch my brother and boyfriend punch it out on my front lawn, while I sat on the verandah with my breakfast in hand.

OR

B) Cut this shit short and jump straight to the point with Amir.

Although, "A" was much more entertaining, the latter was obviously the better choice.

"Amir why are you here?" I sighed with new found exauhstion.

The sun's hot and my breakfast was getting cold, he was not about to ruin my otherwise perfect day.

"Isn't it obvious? The island that I grew up on just had a devastating hurricane, so I came to check up on a few things...one being you of course. Plus I heard about Grammy's accident and wanted to make sure that she was taken care of."

My eyes immediately narrowed.

"Bull-fucking-shit. How many hurricanes have we had sent you left when you were 18?" I asked the question. "You never came back here for any of them AND you haven't seen our grandmother in years, so try again Amir."

My facial expressions always gave away what I was thinking, and it was my hope that it told my brother that I'm not stupid.

"Do I look dumb?" I turned around to ask Dave who stood behind me. He had to be use to my theatrics by now, so he just, grinned and played along. "No seriously, what part of my face says that I am stupid?"

"It's fo' sure your eyebrows Laya." He matched my sarcasm then turned to mug Amir again.

"I thought it was that!" I said with seriousness.

"Enough of whatever this is. Just let me inside and I can explain Laya." Amir relented.

I stared into the dark lens of his sunglasses while I thought about it. His negative energy would invade my space, and emotionally, I didn't want to handle anymore confrontations.

Dave's hand gently squeezed at my waist, and to know that he was here brought the comfort that I needed.

Eventually, I widened the door and let my hand fall to my side to let him in.

His strutted into the foyer perusing his renovated childhood home.

"It's almost like how it was ten years ago...but better. I love what you've done with the place." He smiled politely.

"Well you haven't been here in what...eight... nine years?" I fidgeted with the welcome mat by the door. "I'm gonna go change and I'll be back..." I told him before going upstairs to my room.

Before I could close it, Dave entered and locked it behind him.

"I'm 'bout to cancel my flight." His fingers tapped quickly on his phone. "I know thats yo' brother but if he step to me again, his ass is gone Laya."

"Dave...don't cancel your plans because of me. I'll just see what's going on with him ." I slipped on some sage green workout leggings with a matching sports bra and T-shirt.

"Allaya" He sighed. "I'm not about to leave you alone with him. Yo' ass would come back to New York with some other shit we gotta work through. I rather not give yo' brain anytime to over think some more shit." He looked down at me with a stoic expression.

He had such little faith in me.

Or many be he knew me better than I knew myself.

"Alright..." There was no changing his mind. "Just...just let me talk to him alone. Then, I'll take him to see my grandmother, comeback, and maybe we could do something afterwards." I bit my lip.

"That ain't no problem. You know I'm always down to fu-"