Page 22 of Love Off Course

Camilo

T his resort is massive and fancy as fuck. At first, I thought they’d give me shit and wouldn’t let me in, but they let me right in without a fight. I make my way over to the front desk and smile at the clerk.

“May I help you, sir?” she asks.

“I’m looking for Sheridan Reid. Can you call her for me?”

She frowns. “Are you a guest here?”

“No, but?—”

“Naked! He was naked!”

The clerk gapes at me, her eyes traveling to the café restaurant attached. I know that voice. I’d know that voice from anywhere. I tip my head at the shocked woman and then rush into the café. I find Damian, Estefania, and Sheridan all sitting at a table laughing.

God, I love Sher’s smile.

So beautiful and vibrant.

I fucking missed it.

All I can do is stare as Damian continues to tell a loud, crude story that has both women cackling until tears roll down their cheeks. I saunter over to his chair and playfully squeeze his shoulders as I lean in.

“Save me a dance, hot stuff,” I purr, my eyes locked on Sher’s.

He squeals. “My hot pilot is here! Oh em geeeee!”

Laughing, I make my way around the table to Sheridan.

Her eyes widen when I grip her hand and pull her out of her seat.

One of my hands threads through her silky hair and the other grabs her sexy ass.

I claim her with a hot, possessive kiss that has her moaning.

My dick wakes up and I kiss her like we’re the only two people at the resort.

“Camilo,” she whispers when I pull away slightly. “You’re here. How?”

I nip at her bottom lip. “They’re called planes, baby. They fly high in the sky and?—”

“Smartass,” she huffs, pushing me away. Her scowl is affixed, but she can’t hide the delight she feels at seeing me again. “What are you doing here?”

“Came to see you.” I smirk. “Maybe catch a dance later with my boyfriend.”

Estefania giggles and Damian screeches.

“You heard the hottie! I’m his boyfriend!”

Sheridan rolls her eyes. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Only thing I have to do is you.” I grin at her. “I’ve been thinking about it since the moment I let you walk away.”

“You didn’t let me do anything.” Her brows furrow. “And who says I’m going to do you? Awfully full of yourself, bird boy.”

“I see you’re still stinging with those barbs, abejita .” I rake my gaze down her front. She’s wearing a linen dress that’s starched stiff. Her hair has been straightened into its sleek, signature look. All it makes me want to do is rip her dress off and muss up her hair.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she warns. “Or else.”

“Ma’am, is this man bothering you?” the clerk asks from the café doorway.

“Yeah, he is,” Sher tattles. “But we can handle him.”

The woman shoots us a confused look before shrugging and leaving.

“How am I looking at you?” I lift a brow.

“Like you’re going to fuck me right here in front of Estefania and Damian,” Sheridan sasses.

“Can we put it to a vote?” Damian asks. “I totally vote yes.” He elbows Estefania, making her grunt. “Her vote is yes too. Now get naked, beautiful people. Papa needs to see some pilot peen!”

“It’s been put to a vote,” I say with a one-shouldered shrug. “I guess we have to.”

“I am not sleeping with you in a café!”

“So take me to your room,” I taunt with a wicked grin. “I’ll be quiet. You, on the other hand, will scream my name until I’ve wrung you of many, many orgasms.”

“Camilo!” she shrieks, her face turning red from embarrassment.

“I’m on his side, but no need to go to her room,” Damian says. He pats the table. “You can sit here, handsome. No need to escape. It’s already been put to a vote.”

“I’m trying to have a meeting with my friends.” Sheridan glowers at me.

“Brunch doesn’t count as a meeting.”

“Meeting is over,” Estefania says as she stands. “Sherrie-dan missed her handsome pilot and I have to meet with a handsome assistant upstairs.” Of course she’d be eager to bail to go spend time with her boy toy, Kyle.

Damian hugs me and then Estefania does. They do the same with Sheridan. Eventually, they leave us. Sheridan seems eager now that they’re gone.

“What now?” she asks, smoothing her palm down over her hair.

Yep, totally fucking that hair up soon.

“Now we play.”

She frowns when we step out of the cab. Rather than taking her straight to bed like I wanted, I decided she needed to loosen up first. Plus, I quite enjoy poking at her a little.

Call it foreplay. She’s hot as hell when she gets mad or flustered.

Seeing her in front of a miniature golf place with her brows furrowed in confusion damn near gets me hard.

“Ready to get your ass kicked in putt-putt golf?”

Her lip curls up. “What is this?”

I mimic holding a club and pretend to hit my imaginary golf ball. “Like real golf but less boring and takes more skill.”

She scoffs. “Real golf takes skill.”

“Accurate. Putt-putt takes more skill, though.”

“You’re insane.”

“I know. Come on. Let’s go play.”

After paying our entry fee, we’re given a couple of putters and a golf ball each. Sher marches right over to the first hole. I make a great show of eyeballing her ass as she bends to put the ball at the starting point. She flips me off before straightening.

“Ready to lose?” Her dark brow is arched in challenge.

“I never lose.”

“Neither do I.”

She taps the ball with her club and it sails right into the hole. Rather than squealing like a typical girl, Sheridan smirks and marks it down on the tally sheet. “What will you do for me when you lose?”

At this, I laugh. “Are you betting me, woman?”

“I absolutely am.”

“Dangerous, little bee. Very dangerous.”

I squat to set my ball down and narrow my eyes down the worn green turf to assess how hard I’ll need to tap it.

“You talk big for a boy who’s afraid to lose,” she taunts.

“I’m a man,” I remind her, standing to my full height. “And I’m not going to lose.”

“Then let’s bet on it.”

“What are the stakes?”

She prances over to me and flutters her long lashes, making my dick embarrassingly hard. “You win, you can stay in my bed tonight. But if you lose?—”

I dip down and kiss her, stealing her words.

When we finally break away, I grin at her.

“I told you I don’t lose.” I step back and pat her hip with my putter.

“ When I win, I expect you to stay in our hotel bed the entire night. Naked. I have plans for that body and I don’t need clothes interrupting. ”

Ignoring her growling, I step over to my ball and hit it just hard enough that it drops into the hole on the first try.

My girl may be competitive, but so am I.

She looks so fucking good naked in bed. Her dark hair is no longer sleek and straight.

It’s messy and wet and wavy from our frantic shower where I took her for the third time this evening.

Now, she’s eating cheese and crackers from a platter that we had delivered by room service and there are crumbs on her tits.

My mouth waters to lick them off. I’ve spent most of the afternoon licking every square inch of her naked body since I whipped her ass in putt-putt.

“You’re still gloating,” she says with a groan. “We should have gone another round.”

“So that you could have lost yet another bet?” I challenge. I pick a large crumb from her hair and eat it.

“You’re awfully cocky, pilot.”

I pounce on her, settling myself between her thighs. “You like it.”

She rolls her eyes. “I like a man who listens.”

“Is that right?” I taunt, nipping at her lip and chin and nose. “You found the wrong man to fall in love with.”

I freeze as soon as the words so casually tumble out of my mouth.

Her eyes are wide and my heart won’t stop pounding in my chest. I should reel them back in or she should argue.

We do neither. My lips fuse to hers and I rub my hard cock between the slick lips of her pussy until I’m pushing into her warm depths.

She moans into my mouth, her nails clawing at my shoulders.

“Sher, you’re killing me,” I admit against her mouth as I thrust gently. “You’ve wrecked my life in the best possible way.”

“Me?” she moans, lifting her hips as she digs her heels into my ass. “You’re the one who crash landed into my life and my bed, bird boy.”

I kiss her as though I can memorize every taste, every mewl, every ragged breath. Her cunt clenches my cock as if it has been made just for this purpose. Just for me.

It doesn’t take much of my rubbing her clit since I sucked it nearly raw in the shower before she’s detonating in pleasure. The way she writhes and begs and whimpers has me exploding. My heat floods into her, marking her as mine.

I could get used to this.

I could do this forever.

Fuck, I am so attached to this girl. There’s no untangling myself from her without seriously doing my head in. How is it she wrapped me around her finger in such a short amount of time?

“After this vacation is over and it’s back to the grind, we’ll find a way to make it work,” I tell her, my voice somber. “It’s not like I can’t hop a plane anytime I want to come see you.”

Her lips curl into a smile. “And I can work from anywhere. Daddy would love it if I got away from the office more.”

A tightness that had its hold on my heart releases as relief floods through me.

“How will David take it?”

She lets out a heavy sigh that makes my softening cock slip out of her. I settle beside her on the bed and stroke her hair from her face so I can see her eyes.

“David has suddenly decided he wants to lavish me with attention. Dinner last night was a nightmare. It felt different,” she admits. “Because he wasn’t you.”

I grin at her. “How did he take it?”

“Stop gloating,” she warns, swatting at me. “I don’t know. I ran away.”

“Good girl,” I tease. “You’re mine. Tell him that next time.”

“Am I, though?”

“Absofuckinglutely.”

“I’ve never seriously dated anyone before.” She brushes her fingertips along my jaw. “This is all new to me.”

“New to me too, but I can’t say I hate it. In fact, I really love it.”

I’m just thinking about taking her again because my dick can’t seem to get enough of this woman when my phone starts ringing. I reluctantly roll away from her to grab it from the end table where it’s charging.

“Hello?”

“Camilo…”

The heart in my chest that had been thundering wildly slows to a stop. Sheridan must sense the dread rippling off me in waves because she grabs my hand, her pretty face frowning.

“Yeah, Regina?” I croak out.

She pauses on the other line and lets out a ragged sigh. “He passed on peacefully.”

“I don’t understand.” Tears are forming in my eyes as denial hits me hard in the gut. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Your daddy died, son. I’m so sorry.”

The phone slips from my grip as I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling through a blur of tears.

My entire body trembles with a bone-deep ache that I felt coming after Dad’s stroke, but was in no way prepared for.

Something akin to a childish whine crawls up my throat.

I can hear Sheridan speaking to Regina and then she hangs up.

She wraps her body around mine so tight I think she might crush my ribs, and my girl cries with me.

Not my dad.

Not my hero, my confidant, my biggest cheerleader in life.

He’s gone.