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“You feel so good,” he whispered as he thrust slowly, lifting her legs up as far as he could. She wrapped them around his waist as he rocked his hips against hers, their moans mixing in with one another. The sweet sting of her nails on his back mixed with the soft and wet of her body and the taste of her lips sent his mind in a spiral.
They rolled around in the bed until she was on top. As she rode him, moving her hips slowly against him, the light from the window shone on her olive skin, giving it a golden sheen. He reached up and ran his hand over her body, tracing the lines and curves.
She started to move faster, squeezing her pelvis around him as she bit her bottom lip, her passionate moans suppressed and shaky. He grabbed hold of her hips and thrust hard into her. Her eyes rolled up as her body started to shiver on top of him. She threw her head back and climaxed, calling out his name as he held her tight to him.
As her body still shivered, he sat up, kissing the space between her chest, his tongue circling until they found her nipples again. “Oh, Richard,” she gasped. “Oh, God, Richard…”
He took her in his arms and laid her back down on the bed, cradling her head and lifting her leg around his waist again. He kissed her deeply, slowing down his thrusts, enjoying every moment of being inside her.
“I love you, Stella,” he whispered.
“I love you,” she gasped.
He made love to her until the afternoon sun was high in the sky and the room started to get warm from the sunlight crashing in through the windows. When he finally climaxed, it felt like a volcano eruption. He held her close, his body jerking against her while she wrapped her legs around him, her hands in his hair.
They lay together in bed, the sheets on the floor, sweaty and spent in each other’s arms. As he looked over at her in the afternoon sunlight, he smiled and said, “Have you ever been to Ocho Rios?”
She chuckled a little and responded with, “No. Why?”
“Want to come with me?”
She smiled delicately and maybe it was the afterglow of the sex still swirling around between them, but whatever it was, she said, without hesitation, “Absolutely.”
Epilogue
Rebeccaonlycalledonceduring their time in Ocho Rios. It was late at night and Richard was already in bed. He picked up the phone to hear her panicking on the line.
“Richard, thank God. The Orbital deal? The one you were working on? Well, it’s going down the tubes and I don’t know how to fix it. I need your help. Could you see your way to coming back?”
He was sitting in bed. The window was open and the drapes were floating in the ocean breeze. Stella was asleep beside him, nuzzled up against his leg as he sat there, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“It’s midnight, here,” he said. “And I don’t work for the company anymore.”
“I know. Listen, I know things weren’t perfect between us, but…but you have to help me. I’m family. It’s what your father would have wanted.”
Richard thought of the irony of Rebecca asking for help now that he had left that whole life behind. Had she just been this way in the beginning, maybe they could have split her father’s fortune.
“No,” he said, simply.
“Wh-what?”
“I said no. That isn’t my thing anymore, Rebecca. You’re on your own. Have a nice life.”
He hung up the phone and slid back under the covers with Stella, holding her in his arms again.
On the night that Richard and Stella married, they were standing on a beach somewhere in Ocho Rios. The moon was heavy in the clear night sky and the sound of the ocean was the soundtrack to their union. The air was cool and breezy, lifting Stella’s curls delicate as she looked at him under the amber light of the tiki torches near the flower arch that they stood under.
It all happened incredibly quickly. One day, Stella was milling around the little beach house they’d been staying in over the last three weeks and Richard just turned to her and asked her to marry him. To his (and to her) surprise, she said yes.
Richard marveled at how had this been a year ago, he’d have been neck-deep in the planning stages of a wedding. Caterers and flowers and preachers and invitations to all the important people in town - none of whom meant anything at all to either of them. For all the pomp and circumstance that a wedding might’ve brought when the two of them started to think about big weddings and lavish parties, they unanimously decided that path wasn’t for them.
They’d spent almost a month on the island and in that time, they both felt like everything had changed. Things like money stopped mattering so much on a day to day when the only thing either of them planned to do was lay out in the sun or shop the local market for the night’s dinner. Now that a wedding was ahead of them, they decided to do it small and only invite those who mattered in their lives.
Richard still had enough money to last beyond that month, but he was starting to think about what his new career should be. Three weeks in, he started looking at resorts to buy…
And then, one day, seemingly apropos of nothing, Richard turned to her as they stood in their kitchen and asked her, “Would you marry me?”
She froze when he said it, looking up at him as if she’d heard him wrong. “What?”
