Jamaican Heat ||ONC 2024||

Chapter 2: Hide & Seek

Waking up, I'm sexually frustrated because of my hot and steamy dreams of Gregory. I need a cold shower to douse the burning embers my dreams ignited. I've got to get this forbidden man off my mind.

Thankfully, Trai and I are both off after our night of drinking, dancing, and, in Trai's case, having sex. We're planning a much-needed relaxing day at the beach.

My phone dings. Trai is texting me.

Man, what a night. I'm just rolling out of bed. Can you give me an hour before picking me up?

It's already noon.

Sure. I was also feeling last night this morning. See you in an hour.

She's quick to respond.

Ooo, I can't wait to hear all about it.

Laughing, I tap my keyboard.

Get your mind out of the gutter. See you soon.

After picking up Trai an hour later, we drive to the beach. Although I've lived my entire life here, the beauty of the cloud-free sky and aqua-blue water lapping the sandy shore still takes my breath away.

Grabbing two lounge chairs, we make ourselves comfortable, covering our chairs with towels and putting the cooler between us.

Stretching out across the lounge chair, I release a cleansing breath and breathe in the salty air. "Ahhh."

Trai grabs a Red Stripe from the cooler. "This is just what I need after a night of partying."

"Throw me one of those," I say with my hand reaching out in expectation.

She does, and we lay back, relaxing and soaking in the scorching Jamaican sun. While drinking beer, we share our stories from the night before.

"So when you and Mr. Gorgeous got hot and heavy on the dance floor, I needed a hottie too. It just so happened that a group of tourists had been staring me down the whole night, but none of them dared to come to talk to me. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands."

I let out a throaty laugh. "Of course you did!"

Trai winks and continues. "I picked out my target: tall, dark, and handsome, walked over to him without saying a word, and dragged him onto the dance floor. His crew all hoot and holler. I wanted to see him dance to ensure he would be a good fuck."

Raising my brows, I reply, "Have you no shame?"

Trai looks at me, smiles, and shakes her head no. "Anyway, he passed the dance test. We were grinding on each other like horny teenagers. It was so provocative; I almost had an orgasm on the dance floor."

My hand covers my mouth in mock horror.

Undeterred, she keeps telling me her story. "That's when I texted you and then seductively whispered in handsome's ear to get me out of there." Her shoulders shrug. "It turns out he danced much better than he fucked."

My mouth drops open. "Oh my god, Trai. Was it that bad?"

She slides her sunglasses down and looks me in the eye. "Lucky for me, the dancing had me so turned on that I came immediately."

At this point, I'm laughing so hard that my sides hurt.

Trai shoves her sunglasses back up and leans back. "Your turn."

After gulping my beer, I reveal, "Not much to say. You saw how amazingly Gregory danced. I felt an ache for him but panicked when he pressed his hard-on into me."

Trai rolls her eyes but lets me continue.

"He asked to walk me to my car since you bailed on me." I give her a fake glare.