“I do,” I said, thinking about the first time Kenedi and I kissed.
“Do you remember what I asked you?”
“Honestly, not exactly. You want to give me a refresher?”
“I asked, did you like my daughter, and you told me no.”
“Oh,” I said, laughing as I shook my head. “I might’ve been in denial then. I knew I was feeling her, but I honestly had no plans of taking things any further than her working for me at that time.”
“Trust me, I know. I don’t like too many men my daughter brings here, not that there have been a lot. But the little niggas never sat right with me, especially that last one for obvious reasons. But you, you were the only one who didn’t set off my radar and make me think about grabbing my gun. So, I’m goingto say this, and then whatever plans you have for my daughter, I will bless them. The only thing I ask of you is that if it becomes too much or she’s simply not who you want anymore, bring her home. My baby girl can always come home.”
“I can respect that. But I don’t plan on leaving your daughter until God tells me it’s my time to go.”
“Good man,” he said, clinking his glass with mine. “So, I guess you will be coming by to ask me a question sooner rather than later.”
“I’m already working on it,” I said, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
We spent the rest of the evening talking about a little bit of everything under the sun, and the entire conversation reminded me of the fact that I had no family to turn to. Most of them I didn’t know growing up, and the ones that I did know of were dead to me. When my mother died, I said fuck everyone else because they’d never done shit for us while she was alive. When I started making money on the streets, that’s when everyone wanted to pull up playing the family card. But I wasn’t buying that shit.
“I see you’re still here. My dad must’ve kept his word,” Kenedi said as she came outside with us with her mother right behind her.
“I’m always a man of my word,” her father said, standing to kiss her forehead. Looking at the love between Kenedi and her parents made me proud to think about the fact that someday soon, I would officially be a part of this family.
“All’s good. We do need to be leaving if we’re going to make the flight on time, though,” I said, looking at the time on my watch.
Even though shit was hectic in the streets and at work, I still wanted to make time to get Kenedi out of the city. I had been waiting a long time to have someone I felt was worthy of mespoiling and doing shit like flying them out of the country on a random Tuesday. I had a lot of money to spend, and I wanted to spend it spoiling the fuck out of Kenedi.
I’d even thought about getting her a house so that she could get from underneath her parents, but I already knew that the next time she moved, she was moving in with me.
“Yeah, we should get going,” she said, turning to her parents and hugging them both.
After we said our goodbyes, we headed to the airport to catch our flight. I had fully intended on taking a private flight, but Kenedi insisted on flying commercial. She said she liked the airport and the entire experience, and she didn’t want to lose that. Even though I didn’t want to, if that was what she wanted, then that was what we were going to do. At the end of the day, it was her world, and I was just the lucky nigga who got to exist within it.
As I puton the suit, I wanted to say that I couldn’t believe that I had let Kenedi talk me into going snorkeling, but the truth was that whatever she wanted to do, that was what we were going to do. I never thought that so much of my happiness would come from seeing someone else happy, but that was also before I had Kenedi in my life. That woman had changed me in ways she had no clue of, and ways that I never thought would be possible.
“Okay, any questions about the instructions?” The instructor asked as we stood on the edge of the boat. It didn’t matter if we did or didn’t at this point, honestly, either way it was time to jump and hope we came back up from under the nasty ass water.
“Nope, I’m ready,” she said to the instructor before turning to me. “Are you ready? I’m nervous, but I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”
Her eyes held so much love and trust for me in them. As a man, I felt a lot of pride knowing that my woman had so much faith in me. She knew without any doubt that I would make sure she was good, and I would always do that without hesitation. She was the most important person in my life, so protecting her to the best of my abilities was always at the top of my list.
“You already know. Let’s go,” I said, being the first to jump and pulling her down in the water with me.
We spent about an hour playing in the water, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, if I were being honest. I wasn’t really feeling the fish swimming so damn close to my face and shit, but it wasn’t terrible. Would I do the shit again? Preferably not. However, if she wanted to do it every day while we were here, I knew I’d do it just to make her happy.
“They came out so cute,” she said, smiling at the pictures we took of us kissing under the water. That was one of the main reasons why she wanted to do the snorkeling, just for the photos and the kissing pictures. Something about her seeing another couple doing them on Pinterest, and she had always wanted to do it.
Taking the one she held out for me, I smiled. It was cute. I was going to set the digital copies they’d given us as my phone’s screensaver when I got the chance. I loved how something as simple as a picture was able to show how happy we both were. It was something that I didn’t want to take for granted for a second. I loved seeing that not only did she make me truly happy, but I could see I did the same for her.
“Yeah, I love them,” I said, kissing her cheek. Now that snorkeling was done, we were headed for a couple’s massageappointment that we booked when we first arrived, and after an hour of swimming, I was definitely looking forward to it.
“Oh,my God! I don’t think I can cum anymore, baby,” Kenedi moaned as I continued delivering stroke after stroke.
Something about her pussy felt different tonight, and I literally couldn’t get enough of her shit. My intention was never to bring her out here and spend all our time in the room, but it was hard as hell to pull myself away from her.
“You always got more for me,” I said, bending down and kissing her lips.
I could feel her pussy tightening around me, and I knew she was about to cum again. She had came so many times since we started that I had lost count of what number she was on. I knew I wasn’t going to be too far behind her, though. I could tell that she was truly drained, and I was ready to cuddle and fall asleep with her in my arms.