Page 12 of Surrender Your Heart (Surrender #2)

The wind was smooth off the water.Honey floated like a goddess.

I stood back for a minute, blunt between my fingers, letting my eyes trail over her.

The glow off her skin. The arch of her back when she laughed. The way her waist snatched when she turned sideways to fix her lip gloss in the chrome reflection of the bar. Every last one of my partners couldn't help but glance her way. And I let them admire what I had for a second.

I was mid-conversation with Vee when I exhaled smoke, passed him the blunt, and stepped to Honey.

She was talking with Yolanda like they were old friends.

“Baby,”

I said low behind her ear, hand resting on her lower back.

“You good?”

She turned to me, smiling.

“Are you keeping tabs on me?”

I smirked, “Just tryna keep my hand on what’s mine.”

Her breath caught.

She reached for her glass.

“Can I get a refill?”

I signaled the bartender and handed her off with a smooth smack on her ass that made her lips part.

While she chatted with the other women near the deck, eyes still on her, Ronin pulled up beside me.

“Yo, L,”

he muttered, dapping up.

“We downstairs?”

I nodded once.

“Yeah.

Grab Trez.”

“He’s already down there by the pool table.”

“Say less.”

I went to Honey and told her I was going to handle some business.

We hit the stairs down into the lower deck lounge.

Trez was already shooting pool with Chester. Over by the bar, I poured myself a drink and took a slow sip, watching the table.

“Let’s get into it.”

The convo moved like it always did.

We talked numbers on the new land acquisition in the Turks—some luxury eco villa shit I was funding partially through a shell company.

We discussed security expansion in Belize and drew up paperwork. We spoke about Vee’s wife’s new hair extensions line. Then, niggas started bragging about their wins, money, and pussy—especially the latter.

“She had a tongue ring and a tuition bill,”

Ronin joked, chalking his cue.

“I paid both.”

Laughter erupted around the table.

Hector talked about flying twins out to Miami and getting both of them to do a “demonstration”

at LIV.

Then Trez, drunk off his own ego, smirked.

“L, I see you sitting on some pressure this weekend.

That lil’ brownskin joint? Man… whew.”

I didn’t even smile.

Just took another sip, leaned back against the wall, and exhaled.

“I've already mentioned Honey ain’t for the table.”

“That mean she's yours-yours?”

Trez asked, raising a brow.

I looked up slowly, that cold calm sliding into my tone.

“It means watch your mouth when you speak on her and worry about your own woman upstairs.”

The room got quiet for a half second.

Trez put the pool stick down and eyed me like he had something slick to say.

“Crazy how life circles back, huh?”

he said.

“Devyn’s riding with me now.

Guess what you didn’t build for her, I will.

No hard feelings, bro.”

I let out a quiet laugh, sipped my drink, and looked that lil’ nigga dead in the eye.

“Build what? A liability?”

I tilted my head.

“That’s what you on?”

He tried to smirk.

“She’s different now.”

I leaned forward.

Calm.

Cold. Clear.

“Nah.

You just green enough to think recycled ambition is something new.

Watch yourself. She ain’t with you for who you are. She’s with you, hoping you can be half of what I am.”

Trez held up both hands, jaw clenched.

“Say less.”

I watched the table fall back into rhythm and pool, but that message stuck.

I finished my drink, signed off on some paperwork, checked the time, and slid my shades back on.

“Handle the rest,”

I told Ronin.

He nodded, and I went back to retrieve what was mine.

By the time I climbed back up the stairs and re-entered the glow of the deck, the energy had shifted.

Most of the women were two drinks past tipsy, laughing louder than before.

The DJ had turned the playlist over to cruise mode—SZA, Brent, Summer, Drake, that kinda vibe. But all I saw was her.

Honey was near the edge of the deck with Yolanda and two other women dancing and laughing like they knew each other from way back.

Her smile was dangerous.

Fuck. I needed to feel her. So I slid up behind her. My hand found the small of her back as I leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

“You up here making friends,”

I murmured low, voice thick.

She smiled, eyes still on Yolanda. “I am.”

I didn’t say shit.

Just let my palm drop a little lower as I whispered, “I need to be inside you right now, baby.”

Her breath caught.

I felt it.

That tiny hitch in her throat. She turned her head a little, finally looking at me. Her voice dropped.

“Legend… there’s people everywhere.”

“I don’t give a fuck,”

I murmured against her temple.

“I wanna see that face you make when you try to hold it in.”

She swallowed hard, and I smirked.

“Excuse us for a moment,” I said smoothly to Yolanda, who blinked and smiled, already moving out of the way.

Honey didn’t even fight it.

Her body moved with mine.

The DJ slid into The Dream's “Falsetto”, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

HONEY

T h e s e c o n d t h e cabin door shut behind us, Legend’s voice dropped like thunder.

“Hands on the wall.”

My breath caught, pussy still pulsing from the way he whispered filth into my ear upstairs like it was nothing.

I turned to face him, lips parted.

His palm slid up the small of my back, fingers curling tight around the base of my neck. “I said,”

he repeated, slower, darker, “put your hands on the wall, Honey.”

That voice? That low, rich, BDE-coated command? Had my knees damn near knocking.

I stepped forward without another word, pressing my palms flat to the cool wood paneling, heart pounding.

The air inside the cabin was thick, heavy with sex and anticipation.

He came up behind me slowly, like a man who knew he owned whatever was in front of him.

His hands slid up my thighs, fingers sliding my bikini bottom down.

I whimpered as he pressed a kiss to my spine and dropped to his knees behind me, spreading me open. No teasing. No warning. He devoured me like he ain’t eaten in months. Like the last night wasn’t enough. Like his sanity depended on making me fall apart against that damn wall.

“Fuck, Legend…”

I gasped, forehead pressed to the wood, sandals lifting as my toes curled.

“Mmhmm.”

He groaned low, tongue dragging slowly and nastily through my folds, and then, his tongue circled my ass while his mouth got filthier.

The sounds coming from him were wet, loud, and vulgar, and he wanted me to hear them.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?”

he asked, voice muffled against me, then licked up with slow, torturous pressure.

“Ohhh, god! Yesss!”

I damn near cried.

“Let it go, baby.”

He gripped my hips tighter, pulled me back into his face like he needed it, and God, I broke.

My whole body trembled.

Back arching. Mouth falling open. Juices spilling down his face and onto his beard. By the time he stood back up, I knew he was ready to take me to ecstasy by the hunger in his voice.

“On the bed.”

I was weak, trembling, but I obeyed and walked over to the bed.

I climbed on all fours, ready to throw it back, but he shook his head slowly, eyes locked on me like a damn lion stalking dinner.

“Nah.

Sit on it.”

His voice was calm, but it held that warning.

I blinked, dazed. “What?”

“Ride this dick,”

he said, stepping closer, tugging down his swim trunks.

“Backwards.

Slowly and don’t stop ‘til I say so.”

My breath caught.

I looked back at him, swim trunks dropping just enough to free the dick I was already craving for.

He gripped the base, thick and heavy, stroking it once like he knew what it was about to do to me. Heat flooded between my thighs as I turned, climbing over him slowly.

He lay back against the pillows, one arm behind his head, the other hand on his dick, waiting for me like a king on his throne.

I hovered over it, reaching back to guide him in, and his lips parted as I sank down. “Fuuuck,”

I whispered.

The stretch was too good, too deep, and too perfect.

He grabbed my hips, holding me there.

I started to move, slow and steady, my hands planted on his thighs, back arched, ass bouncing with rhythm. The sounds between us were beautiful. Wet. Sloppy. Loud. Each time I dropped, it got messier. Each time I rose, his grip got tighter.

“Look at you,”

he rasped, biting his lip.

“Ride this muthafucka like you know it's yours, my baby.”

I whimpered, throwing my head back.

“Keep going,” he warned.

“I didn’t say stop.” He smacked my ass so hard it echoed through the room.

“Legendddd!”

I cried out as he reached and pinched my nipples.

“Cum on it,”

he demanded with a growl.

And I did.

Loud. Trembling. I came so hard that beneath me was a puddle.

Legend pulled me back flat against him, and positioned my thighs to flank on the sides of him, never once slipping out of me.

He had one hand gripping my throat and the other sliding down to rub slow, deep circles on my clit while he thrusted into me.

Punishing. Groaning.

“Legend…”

“Give me another one, sweetheart.”

“I ca… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,”

he growled against my ear.

“Now ride this dick ‘til you do.”

I obeyed. Barely.

By the time he came—pulling me down flush, burying himself deep, groaning in my ear—I was fucked out and trembling in his arms.

He wrapped both arms around me, tight, possessive.

I didn’t move.

But after a moment, I tilted my head up, breathless, and whispered with a teasing smile, “So… we’re leaving the yacht party now, huh?”

Legend smirked.

Then reached up and wrapped his hand lightly around my throat, not squeezing, just holding.

His eyes glinted as he said, “Nah, baby. The day’s just getting started.”

He paused.

His thumb dragged slowly across the side of my neck.

His gaze dipped lower, searching. And then… it shifted. Just slightly. Something softer flickering behind the usual dominance.

“I fuck with you more than I planned to, and I'm good with that.”

It felt like a brick to the chest.

My heart flipped.

My throat dried. Because coming from him? The man who once told me he believed in control, not love? That shit… meant something. His fingers slid away from my neck, and he kissed me softly.

We freshened up and fixed our swim clothes, the scent of sex still clinging to the air between us.

He held my hand as we stepped back out into the yacht hallway.

Music still played. Laughter drifted up the stairs. The sun was setting golden over the water outside the windows.

“Yo, L!”

One of his partners called out, throwing up a nod from across the deck.

Legend squeezed my hand.

“I’ll be right back.”

Just as he walked off, Devyn appeared.

She was a beautiful woman.

I’ll give her that. She wore a bomb neon pink bikini on her curved body, hair slicked back into a long ponytail, gold hoops swaying.

She stepped right into my space and cut her eyes to me.

She leaned in slightly—too close—and murmured, “He doesn’t do emotions, sweetheart.

He does power. You’re wasting your time.”

For half a second, it threw me.

Not because I believed her.

But because I didn’t expect her to be that damn bold. My chest tightened, but only slightly. I didn’t flinch. I stepped forward just enough to make her lean back a touch on her heels.

I tilted my head with a soft smile still painted on my lips.

“That’s unfortunate, you feel like that.

I guess it takes a certain caliber of woman to bring out the realness in a man like him.”

I winked, turned smoothly on my heels, and walked away—hips moving like I knew he was mine and that she never stood a chance.

I didn’t even have to look back to know she was standing there fuming in silence.

Jealousy practically steaming off her pretty little shoulders.

Still, behind the calm smirk on my face, my mind was moving fast. Because as much as I wanted to brush it off, as much as I wanted to sit back and enjoy this weekend like it was nothing more than a sexy, heated getaway… it wasn’t. Not anymore.

Legend touched me like I belonged to him and spoke to me like he meant it.

But now that little seed of doubt was growing in the back of my mind.

What if I’m falling for him… when he has no real intentions of catching me? I caught a glimpse of him across the deck. He was dapping up one of his boys, drink in hand, laughing, calm, collected, completely in control.

And damn if he didn’t look like everything I ever wanted and everything I should run from at the same time.