Always Romira

Chapter 45

Akira
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"Where did you say we are going?" I ask for the umpteenth time.

"Stop trying, Ray. You know I'm not falling for that again." Romero grins showing his dimples, he can be really adorable at times specially when he knows he is annoying me, the devil!

He is looking remarkably handsome in the black shirt I bought for him.  He always looks handsome, no matter what he is wearing or not but I seem to have a thing for his folded sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms. They are sexy with hint of vein as he flexes them on the steering wheel. They feel sexier when he puts them beside my head as he gazes down my eyes and moves inside me leisurely, teasingly.

"Where is your mind at?"

The answer rolls out of my tongue in a reflex before I can think better of it, "Your forearms on the side of my head."

Crap

He gives me furrowed brows before realisation dawns upon him, a smirk appearing on his lips, he reaches out, grabs my hand and places it on his forearm, "Babe, is it enough for now or do you want me to pull over and place them on the side of your head? If you ask I prefer later."

"Shut up." I feel my face flaming hot and I try to snatch my hand back, he is quick to capture it before I could.

"Don't worry Ray, I won't tell anyone about your fetish. Your secret is safe with me."

I groan and close my eyes, "Any chance you might forget that?"

He cuts me a sly look, "Forget what? Your obsession with my forearms and their position beside your head when I make sweet, sweaty and dirty love with you? Hardly darlin'."

"Brute."

"Cute."

"Whatever."

"We are here. " He declares.

I look around and find ourself moving on an uneven road, a wide ocean from the far front comes in the view. It looks like some kind of dock but it is quite empty for that.

He parks on the side and the instant we get out I'm hit with cold air, musky smell filling my nostrils.

I inhale deeply, greedily and try to absorb the deliciousness of the view. Water has way of soothing all the worries away. The sound of crashing waves are relaxing enough that I want to curl up right here in the arms of the love of my life and let go of the this whole world.

Even though I have been successful in deflecting Romero's queries for the time being, I know it will come again. Patience in not one of his virtues. I want to able to do something about it before he loses his patience. I need to figure it out, soon. Whatever that is needed to be done, it needs to be done fast.

"Where are we?" I ask Romero when he appears on my side and after takes my hand he starts to lead us ahead.

"It's a private marina, our yachts are kept here."

Right.

I have long ago stopped questioning his wealth and their use. It doesn't matter that much but still I don't think I could ever just get used to it.

It kind of makes sense to have a adequate parking lot for something that means a great deal to one and I know by experience how much his yachts mean to him. It's lot like the art I make, he makes them by scratch, he designs them. It's the matter of pride for him, it's something his alone, his own legacy. He could always monetize it and I bet it could be very profitable but it's too personal for him to put price on it.