50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

More Life: Chapter Thirty-Nine

    The vibes on the Grand Cayman property were all positive, despite the circumstances for everyone being there. Destiny's intention was to forget that her and Aubrey's lives were essentially endangered. Carlos's intentions seemed to be to seduce every FBI agent in sight. To his credit, there was an agent who flirted back. 

    On a balmy Wednesday morning, Destiny and Aubrey sauntered down to the pool to find Carlos already in it. 

    Carlos basked in the sun's rays while perched on top of a bright pink inflatable flamingo.

    Shading a hand over his eyes, Aubrey muttered, "I definitely did not have this on my bingo card for this year."

    Destiny laughed and continued toward the pool to join her friend. 

    Carlos kicked his feet, wheeling the huge inflatable around so he could see the source of laughter. "Bestie!" he called out to her.

    "Where in the hell did you find a pink flamingo?" she demanded, still laughing.

    "My FBI boo got it for me," Carlos said with a flip of his hair. He stuck his tongue out and splashed water towards her. At his distance, not many droplets hit her - but it was the thought that counted. "I may have sent him on a shopping mission."

    "You sent him shopping for you?" she asked, removing her wrap and laying it across one of the patio chairs.

    Carlos shrugged and gestured to his colorful patterned swimming trunks. "I needed cuter swimming trunks, so he has something nice to pull off of me later. Then I needed pool accessories because...well, just because." He cupped both hands around his mouth and said in a stage whisper, "I learned that if you put the word 'mission' after what you want them to do, they're more likely to do it. That's why I didn't send him on a shopping excursion. I sent him on a shopping mission. Le sigh. Just calling it that makes me picture him dropping down from the shopping mall skylights like a live action Spiderman."

    Aubrey shook his head. "Did I say that I missed Carlos's sense of humor?"

    Carlos clapped a hand to his chest. "I knew you did. You didn't have to say it. So, how is this life-at-risk-rendezvous treating you both? Your antics are certainly the talk of all of the FBI agents."

    Destiny's cheeks burned bright red. "Oh?"

    "Pfft. Like you didn't know your cute little ass was on display on those cameras when you and Aubrey started going to PoundTown." Carlos kicked his feet again, wheeling the inflatable animal around again. He peered at the outer edges of the pool. "Where did I set my damned drink?"

    Thankful for the break in Carlos quips, Destiny cast a look back at Aubrey.

    Aubrey's only response was to smirk at her while he lowered himself onto a patio chair.

    "Ah! There's my fucking alcohol." 

    For the next five straight minutes, Aubrey and Destiny watched Carlos as he first kicked, then attempted to paddle to his liquor glass. 

    "You bitches are really just going to sit there and watch me. No one's going to help. I see how it is."

    She burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, Carlos. You just looked too funny."

    "I mourned your ass, bitch," he threw at her while still kicking.

    "Fuck. Okay." She walked around the pool, grabbed the railing, and stepped into the water.

    Carlos gave her a hard side eye. "I'm almost to the damned cup, now."

    She splashed water at him. "You can't stay mad at me."

    "You're so annoying."

    She splashed at him again.

    With a dramatic roll of his eyes, he splashed water back at her. Then he slid off the flamingo to declare water war.

    Amused, Aubrey reclined on the patio chair and closed his eyes.

    "With as many tropical locations I've seen Aubrey in, I swear I've only seen him swim like... twice." Carlos gave Aubrey a pointed look.

    "My muscles are sore," Aubrey called back. "Destiny put me through it last night."

    "Through what?" Carlos asked, already kicking and paddling Aubrey's way. "Do tell."

    Destiny nearly collapsed in laughter, swimming after her friend. 

    "Do tell?" Aubrey repeated. "According to you, you and your FBI friends got to see everything in 4K detail."

    "I-" Carlos caught himself. "Okay, true. But I never rejected a juicy recap."

    "You can catch the encore show tonight, just like everyone else," Aubrey said.

    Carlos's brows shot up. "Everyone mind yourselves on this piping hot cup of tea, cause it'll burn your lips, bitch. Okay, Zaddy, me and my FBI boo will have our eyes glued to the screens tonight."

    No longer chasing after Carlos, Destiny floated on her back and stared up at a perfectly blue sky, punctuated by a few fluffy white clouds. The weather was warm and balmy. The vibes were upbeat and playful. Days like these made you forget about the bad days, the days when you were literally running for your life after being left for dead. 

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    That night, Aubrey pointed dead at the camera before bending an index finger to beckon his woman over to him.

    With her hair still damp from the pool, Destiny came crawling and sat back on her haunches.

    "You know what to do."

     She was slow in undressing him. It was a simple act, and a fairly wholesome one, that she'd missed. It was an act that she relished, watching the passion in his eyes ignite and grow fiercer, with each piece of clothing that fell to his feet. She loved seeing him tower over her like some larger-than-life giant. Furthermore, she loved knowing that only her hands, her mouth, and her...other parts could please this larger-than-life giant. 

    He stared down at her. Eyes locked, unmoving. Arms hanging at his sides, not swinging. Unflinching. Deep brown eyes watched as his board shorts were being lowered down hips and thick, corded thighs. 

    She made sure to caress the sides of his thighs as her hands pushed his shorts down. Once his shorts were pooled on the floor around his feet, she ran both hands down the front of his abdomen. Her hands roamed lower until they found what they were looking for.

    Grinning, he shook his head. "You didn't ask."

    "Am I officially training?"

    "Are you officially questioning me?"

    Her hands fell onto her lap. She stared up at him, waiting for his next instructions.

    "You like putting on a show, do you?"

    "I thought we were putting on an encore show," she said, her voice trembling with excitement. "Repeating what we did last night."

    "So you can bend me like a pretzel again?" He laughed, low and deep. "Did you forget that I like to change things up? Often?"

    "Mmmm," she murmured as he started to circle around her.

    He glanced around them. "I admit, I'm kind of at a loss since I don't have my room, my toys, or my tools...but I'm sure we can find a way to work with what's around us."

    Why did those words frighten her a little more than Harry Palmer ever could?

    He seemed to notice the fear in her eyes. That fear caused him to grin even wider. "We have to make up for lost time, baby girl. On the bed. Lie on your stomach and close your eyes."