His Thickest Desire

Chapter Twenty-Two

We reached 1,000 likes! Yay! That really means a lot to me.

I'm thinking of making a twitter page for my Wattpad account. Post updates about my stories. Maybe hold polls there so I wouldn't have to make a separate chapter. Q&A from the character's perspectives? And of course, talk to you guys!

It's a thought.

Also, there's some Spanish in this chapter that's provided via Google Translate because I can't speak Spanish even after 8 years' worth of classes.

Picture in multimedia is where Dominic takes Luis.

I hope you all are safe (especially those in the USA South. I know this Northeast weather is hittin' y'all HARD.) and healthy!

Oh! And one more thing...

Surpiiiiise POV change!!

Dominic

Seeing Luis lay on a beach of golden sand, soaking up some sun while sipping from a coconut is doing things to me that should not be happening in public. I'm this close to pulling him behind one of those large rocks and making a part two of what we did in the bathroom.

Seriously.

The only thing that's stopping me, other than the possibility of getting arrested in a foreign country, is the relaxed smile on his face.

Whatever Sara said, which was more than likely inappropriate for a family beach setting, it made him kick his head back and laugh with his whole chest. It was like tunnel vision whenever he was around. My whole body and attention were drawn to him.

Within seconds of pulling myself from the water, I was standing in front of him. I don't even remember the walk getting there.

"Having fun?" Luis smirked at me, looking over the rim of his sunglasses.

I smiled back—carefree, for once in my life. "It's cool." I bent my knees and placed my hands on the sand, trapping him between my arms. "But getting wet with you is so much more fun." Just as I went to kiss him, there was a sharp slap on my shoulder.

"AHT AHT!" We both turned to Sara. "No funny business while children are around. If I can't, then neither can you." She leaned back on her beach chair with a satisfied look on her face.

"Well, are you guys ready to head out?" I asked as I shifted my body to sit on the other side of Luis. "The boat leaves in an hour and I definitely wanna shower again, especially if we can squeeze in more funny business." I snuck a kiss on the space between the top Luis' neck and his jawline. He giggled as he pushed me away. Everything this man does just melts my heart.

"You two better be lucky my husband is coming in now looking like Baywatch. Otherwise, I'd feel very jealous."

"I came in looking like Baywatch." I turned to Luis, and I'm not ashamed to admit I pouted. "Right, baby?"

"Mhm." He placed his hand on the nape of my neck, playing with my hair. "You didn't even need the red shorts and these women were looking at you like they wanted to devour you."

"Then it's a good thing I got you, huh?" I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him into my side. "None of these women could take me like you do."

"Holy shit. Is this what Maurice and I sound like? I'm so fucking sorry, Luis."

Within an hour we were showered, with no funny business, unfortunately, changed, and boarding the "Cabo Coast Extravaganza." From the size and décor of the boat—yacht.