“So, if I call you from Miami, will you pick me up tomorrow night from the airport?”
“It depends on what time, but yes.”
“Good,” Travis said happily. “I’ll call you from Miami.”
“Okay.”
“Good night, Me’shelle, my belle.”
“Bye, Travis.”
Chapter Sixteen
Travis hung up the phone, stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes. It wasn’t long before he had fallen asleep. He was awakened suddenly by a loud noise. He looked at the clock; it was 10:30. He got up and made his way to the door.
“I bet you thought I wasn’t coming,” Veronica said.
“No. To be honest with you, I fell asleep,” Travis said as his eyes began to focus on the woman standing before him with her arms extended. She wore a white cotton dress and carried a bottle of champagne in one hand and a big purse in the other.
Veronica handed the bottle to Travis. “A little something to celebrate your last night on the island,” she said as she passed.
“Dom Perignon ’93.”
“I see you already have on your trunks. Why don’t you pour us a glass and wait for me in the pool?”
Before Travis could say another word, Veronica disappeared into the bathroom. Travis shrugged and went in the kitchen to pour himself a glass of Henny. He’d noticed that there was a champagne bucket in the cabinet. He filled it with ice, got two glasses, and headed out the sliding door to the pool.
He dimmed the light around the pool and turned the water temperature up just a bit before he stepped in. He poured the champagne and sat patiently in the pool slipping Henny, waiting for Veronica to make her appearance.
Finally she appeared, still wearing that same white dress. Veronica came through the door and walked slowly toward the pool. “Did I take too long, Travis?” she asked as she let the dress drop to the ground. “I brought a bikini with me as you asked me to.” She stepped into the water. “And I had started to put it on, but I say, for what? So I can take it off in a few minutes?”
Travis handed her a glass of champagne and Veronica immediately poured it out across his chest. She slowly ran her tongue across his chest until she consumed every drop, all the while rubbing the bulge in his trunks. Travis leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Me’shelle’s image appeared in his mind’s eye. He heard Me’shelle say,
Travis reached between Veronica’s legs and ran his hand through her hair as he fingered her clit. Veronica stood up and reached for the bottle. She poured herself a glass and took a sip. “This is very good champagne,” she said then put down her glass.
She walked to the middle of the pool as Travis watched. Then she smiled and went under the water, swimming toward him. Once she got to him, she pulled off his trunks before coming up for air.
Veronica stood in front of him, gliding her hand up and down his staff. Travis grabbed her hips and lost himself in her chest, licking and gently sucking her huge, dark nipples.
She reclaimed her glass, took another sip, and poured the rest on her chest for Travis to lick off. Veronica straddled Travis and eased herself down on his length. She rode Travis slowly while he continued to feast on her nipples. Travis began to feel her legs trembling on his thighs, and he pushed harder. Veronica bared down on him and increased her pace. She could feel that she was about to climax, and she wasn’t ready to. She reached out and touched his face with both hands and kissed him.
Veronica stood up and held out her hand. “Let’s go inside,” she said.
She led Travis out of the water and into the bedroom. She kneeled down on the edge of the bed.
“Damn, you have a pretty ass, Veronica,” Travis said, sliding his hands across it.
“Thank you, Travis.”
Travis placed his hands on her wide hips and entered Veronica slowly. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t get the image of Me’shelle out of his mind. He was gliding in and out of her slowly. Veronica was very wet, and she had excellent control of her muscles.
Veronica rolled over, and Travis eased her on her back and entered her. He placed the weight of his body on his arms and Veronica arched her back, rotating her hips in perfect unison with him. Moving slowly, then fast, then slowly again. Her body began to quiver as she stretched out her legs, seeming to anticipate his movements. Their heartbeats quickened along with the pace, until their bodies shook and she screamed, “Oh, Travis!”
Chapter Seventeen
New York’s Kennedy Airport was as busy as it’s always been. Travis stood in the lobby looking out the window, wishing he had brought a heavier coat along when he left for Miami on Monday. He had called Me’shelle from Miami and told her that he would be arriving at 7:35 that evening. Me’shelle promised to be there to meet him in the baggage claim area. Now it was steadily approaching 9:00 and there was no sign of her.
Several times he’d considered calling Ronnie or Jackie to come get him, but he didn’t want to call them and have Me’shelle pull up right after he hung up the phone. Besides, it was only Me’shelle that he wanted to see. Travis checked his messages both at home and on his cell phone to see if Me’shelle had left a message, which she hadn’t.
After two hours of creeping along, traffic on the Van Wyck Express finally broke loose. This was one of the few times that Me’shelle regretted not having a cell phone. She knew that Travis was probably standing outside waiting for her to get there. Or maybe he had given up on her and called somebody else to pick him up, and was sitting at home that very minute. She drove just a little faster than she normally would in an attempt to get there that much quicker. Not that it would make much difference now. By the time she got there, she would be almost two hours late.
While she was stuck, creeping alone in gridlock traffic, she thought about the conversation she had with Travis the night before. She’d meant what she said about taking it slow with him. If that was the case, why did she agree to come to the airport to pick him up? He could have just as easily gotten somebody else to come for him. She understood why he would want her to; he was trying to get with her. But it was her own reasoning that momentarily escaped her. The answer was simple: she was tired of being alone, and she wanted to see him.
Me’shelle looked in the rear view mirror.
When she rolled up on the terminal at 9:30, Travis was walking toward the cabstand.
He turned around and saw her waving her arms wildly. He smiled a satisfied smiled and started walking quickly toward her car. Me’shelle opened up the trunk then quickly got back in the car. Knowing he’d be cold, she turned the heat up just a bit more.
Travis threw his bags in the trunk and took out the box he had for Me’shelle. He closed the trunk and got in the car. “Hello, Me’shelle,” said a very cold Travis.
“Well hello, mister island man.”
“Thanks for coming to get me, Me’shelle.”
“I’m sorry I’m so late. Traffic getting here was terrible. Major accident.”
“I thought you had forgotten about me or flat out changed your mind about coming to get me.”
“I wouldn’t do you like that. I’m a woman of my word,” Me’shelle answered as she drove off. “Are you
