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Her pussy tasted like fucking mango juice. Pregnant it was even better. Ross tongued her down, his lips catching on the many rings on her fingers. It filled Ross with satisfaction to see her wearing jewelry he’d paid for— he wanted his stamp on Angel so the whole world knew she was his.
“Take this dick again, baby…”
She sucked him in; he was lost, lost…He came inside her hard and rubbed the excess nut into her skin. Angel’s body had changed incredibly, but he hungered for it every single minute of the day. He would never stop.
“How areyou feeling about the birth?” Ross asked once they had made it inside. They were lying in bed, exhausted. Outside the mourning doves cooed love-words to each other.
“I feel fine about it.” She squeezed his hand where it rested on top of her bump. “I know everything is gonna be fine.”
“I meant…after.”
Angel took a deep breath. “I haven’t signed your contract, Ross. If you want me to go, I’ll go. I don’t need a contract to be happy with what we have. If you want to keep the baby and make me go—” She bit her lip and couldn’t finish.
“It would break you if I did that— and I would never do that. I’m so in love with you.” He never said these things to her face-to-face. His head and shoulders were above her, and she couldn’t watch his face change as the vulnerability revealed itself. But she listened to his heart pounding and knew the truth.
“Ross, I’m getting somewhere with the painting,” she told him.
“You can see the sun set from the other side of the villa,” he said. “If you’re interested. But tonight I have plans for us. We’re going to dinner on the water.”
“That sounds real nice.”
The sun struck across Ross’s hazel eyes and he shaded them. The arm holding Angel gripped her closer.
She and Rossspent the day on the beach with Taco Bell, the chihuahua. By noon, Ross was brown as a walnut with gold streaks in his red hair. Angel herself felt hot, happy and extremely tired. Her back ached, but only when she stopped moving.
After putting Taco back in the villa, he fell asleep. Angel changed clothes and walked barefoot with Ross up the long strip of sand until the villa disappeared and they came to more hotels. At one o’ clock they ate at one of the many restaurants lining the shore outside of a hotel.
It was peaceful and pretty. Reggae played from the bar speakers and a local served up sweet and spicy drinks. Angel stuck with fruit juice while Ross had for himself a strong Dutch beer.
The roof of the restaurant was thatched with palms, and birds flew in and out. The place was so alive; that was what Angel loved the most. She hoped Taco Bell wasn’t too lonely.
Framed against the tropical backdrop, Ross’s tanned, freckled skin and wild surfer hair looked at home. He was smiling.
“I would never get tired of a view like this,” she told him.
“Me neither.”
She had grilled fish, ceviche, local rice, cucumber salad, and a kind of fried dough pastry drizzled with condensed milk. Tasted like heaven. Ross didn’t like sweets, so she ate his too. These days she was always so hungry.
“Some day I’d like to move here,” Ross admitted, watching her the way he’d been watching her all morning. Like he never wanted to take his eyes off her.
“You could,” she said. “You got money. You can do anything. You could move here forever.”
He smiled. “You’d come with me?”
“Of-of course.”
“I’d like that.”
“I’m glad you’re here with me. It makes all the difference.”
“I…I know. I’m happy to be here with you, Ross.”
“When I first laid eyes on you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. But it was your sweet nature I came to love…Your personality came through anyways, Angel. That’s the truth. You’re still that woman. I love you,” he said.
“Oh. Oh, Ross.”
He broke off as the waitress came with the check. He paid with the black credit card.
