8.

Duke watched Aira grill in a bright orange bikini on the deck of his ship. She said she was making her famous taco burgers. After the mishap with her phone being missing they had begun spending more time with each other. He was wondering if he should offer his place for her to stay for the remainder of her new place being remodeled. She hired a good team apparently and they were already done with the front and back yard grooming. She said they were adding a pool and fixing the interior the way she wanted it to look. We have been seeing each other for like three weeks now, she has to want to get out of that hotel and have some privacy. Not mention save the money. He couldn't help but look at her like a piece of art. The pop off of her skin was amazing and drew his eye to every curve. He wanted to so badly bend her over the bow of the ship but it was daylight and just hungry enough not to ignore. He got up from his seat and walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, startling her. When she listened to music she tuned out everything else around her, unless they were making love to it.

He rubbed his hands on her while looking at the meat patties that were mixed with jalapenos, onions, garlic, and seasonings he had never seen before. She had bought them from a store he didn't even knew existed. She had even gone ahead and made homemade salsa and guacamole. She had corn grilling and thick cut potato fries. He had to say, he had been eating nicely since they'd made things official. Aira had even stopped by the restaurant to give the recipe to the chefs. It was now on the menu and they had fought over the name but ultimately, he won with 'Aira's Famous Fish Stew'. She moved her head to look up at him. Why is she so gorgeous?

"Is any ready?" he asked.

"I'm taking it all off now. Corn, potatoes, burgers."

"Yes." He kissed her neck then went to get a paper plate. He grabbed the potato buns and everything that she said was supposed to go with the burger.

She turned and saw him gathering his things. "Ay! No!" she shouted swinging her spatula. "Déjame hacer tu plato! I'm gonna fix your plate." She walked over and took his plate with a scowl on her face that he couldn't take seriously. "You have to try it right, Duque." He loved it when she said his name in Spanish. He was again reminding himself that it was daylight and people were around. Ask her now, while she is slightly distracted. "Hey Aira, I was wondering…."

"Oh my God! Duke Crocker! You still live here?"

Duke looked over at who had called out. "Brock Hensley?" What the fuck is he doing here?

"I just happened to be in the neighborhood."

"It's the marina." Aira said. "You would have to walk here specifically." She's right.

"Well, I don't know, I just ended up here, and you…are?" he looked her up and down, and as he did, he stood up straighter.

"Oh, sorry," she put the finishing touches on his massive plate, she often over stuffed his plate and chided him for not finishing it. She handed Duke his plate and offered her hand to Brock. "I'm Aira."

"Girlfriend?" Duke knew Brock was asking because he was curious if she was single.

"Yes." Duke answered. Duke caught Aira's eye and gave her a wink. She smirked flirtatiously, unaware of the pissing contest.

"Oh, are you hungry? I made more than enough." Aira beamed. Duke had to fight the urge to groan. Memories of Brock began to surface and he remembered how annoying he was. His older sister was just as bad. Aira began assembling Brock's plate as Brock headed over to Duke and sat next to him.

"How'd you hook that, man?" Brock asked low.

Seriously? "We clicked." Duke said. It was true, and it left out all the info he wanted to leave out. He caught sight of Aira shaking her hips and he wished Brock would stop blatantly gawking. Aira had a shapely figure, and it seemed she never notice. If she did, she acted as if it didn't affect people. He also watched her drop the pepper shaker and bend over and Brock made a low noise in his throat that was feral. It'-5s like I'm not even here. "Are you alright, Brock." He asked, calling him out.

"Oh, uh, had something in my throat." He feigned a cough.

Why does she not own a non-thong bikini? Never thought I'd say that. Aira turned toward Brock with a bright smile and handed him a plate. Duke finally took a large bite of the burger and instantly knew he was going to want another. "This is amazing." He said in between chews.

"I'm glad you like it." She leaned down toward him to kiss his forehead. A Fight Night by Migos came on the speaker and she jumped up, and he enjoyed every bounce, unfortunately, so did Brock Hensley. She was so bubbly when a song she liked came on.

He watched her bop away. "What brings you to the marina Brock." Duke said, making Brock break his eye line.

"I don't know really know, but it seems I lucked out. This food is fantastic and the view, am I right?" he laughed.

"Yes, the ocean is beautiful today." Stop looking at her. That's right, he stole people's girlfriends. He no longer wanted to talk with him, he just needed him to leave.

"You know what I mean." Brock jabbed him with his elbow as he wagged his eyebrows.

"Yes, I do." He said, irritated.

"As much as I would love to show off, where's the bathroom buddy."

Not your buddy, pal. "Its down the latter in my house. Next to my bed, you won't miss it." Then leave, please. Aira came up as soon as Brock left with her own plate that had more than enough guacamole. She took a short stool and sat on it. "Do you want my chair?"

"Think I want more than your chair." She flirted. "I think I want what's in your chair." She picked up a potato spear and dunk it in the guacamole. "Mm, Tia would be so proud. She was Mexican and married into my father's family and she had the best guacamole. I asked her how to make it when she and Tio Miguel let me go with them to their summer home in Havana. I only got to go once so I made the best of that trip."

He smiled. He enjoyed hearing of her life growing up, since she did a LOT of things. From dance, to singing, to sewing, to pole fitness championships, and physique championships. "Hey Ai." He felt like this was the best moment to ask her.

"Yeah?" She picked up her burger.

"Do you think you'd…."

"Man! Its so cool down there! Thought it would be a sweaty mancave down there but I guess Aira might have something to do with it smelling so good down there." Brock said as he emerged from the cabin. His eyes landed on Aira and scanned her hips and thighs before actually making eye contact with Duke.

"Its probably just my perfume or something or the cooking."

Duke gaped at Brock. How! How does he do it? The worst cock blocker of all time. He took an angry bite of his delicious burger. "Probably the fact she picks up after me and she smells really good." Duke said, trying to not be the bummer of the day. He was sure that Aira smelled good always. She used products on her hair and skin that were all natural and it did wonders.

"Such a beautiful day today!" Aira exclaimed. She grabbed her corn, and yes, put guacamole on it before biting. "Think we should fish?" she asked openly.

Don't invite him! Duke thought panicked. "Don't think I can stay long for fishing, but thanks for offering." Brock said as he began to eat again.

"We went boating like a few weeks ago and we caught such beautiful bluefish, blackfish, and seabass. The seabass were huge." She said then she licked her finger clean of the spices from the corn and potatoes. Everything she did seemed to do that was innocent never looked innocent.

"Really?" Licked his lips and Duke knew it wasn't because of the food, and the food was damn good.

"Oh, yeah, and they were so good too. Made the best fish stew of my life." Aira smiled. "Do you smoke?"

A grin spread across Brock's face. "She's a keeper. I do smoke."

"Would you like a joint?" she offered. Brock looked like an angel had crossed his path. Duke was trying hard not to verbally scream. Brock was the perfect distraction it seemed. Could he steal Aira? Is that why he is here?

Duke was now racking his brain for every encounter he had with Aira outside. They were in their own bubble half the time and he liked showing her the forests of Haven, or hiking. He watched her get up and set her plate on the stool. He remembered on several hikes they took advantage of the empty trails, not even trying to make sure no one saw them. He couldn't help but bite his lip when she bent over in the distance to grab what she called 'Flower Box'. He glanced over at Brock and he wasn't even trying to hide what he was doing. His eyes were scanning up and down, his vision practically grubby fingers. "So, does she always wear thong bikinis?"

"Sometimes it's a G-string." He deadpanned, but Brock was paying his attention elsewhere.

"How are you not on that all the time?" Brock asked. Duke felt his anger peak.

"I get surprise visitors who keep me from being all on that all the time, as you say." He grabbed his beer next to him as he watched Brock turn a light shade of pink as he went to look at him.

"Look, Duke, I'm sorry. Foot, mouth. Been me for as long as I can remember. Whole family really." Aira showed up, interrupting Brocks apology that started making Duke think something outrageous. Was he troubled?

"This is a gram of Blue Dream dust with keif." She beamed a smile at him and Duke could tell that apology was meaningless now. She pulled out a camo printed lighter and offered to light his joint for him. When she finished lighting his joint, she turned towards him, holding a joint for him. She leaned into him, arching her back seductively. Whoa! His thoughts scattered as she nibbled on his ear. "Quiero follarte." Of course, Brock was on the other side and had no idea she was nibbling on his ear so he had to fight with the strength of an army to keep an erection down. Another thing was, he knew what she had said. He knew enough basic Spanish to know 'quiero' meant 'I want'. So, after hearing the basis of the word (she said it a lot), he found out what 'Quiero follarte' meant, it meant she wanted to fuck him. She didn't skip around what she wanted, and God she loved to tease him. "And you," she brought her voice up to normal volume, the moment they had shared was quick but it got every engine running for him. "You get a gram of Golden Tiger with keif."

Duke moved his plate to let Aira sit in his lap. Mainly for the view of her ass in his lap, and second to clear his head. Right now, it was full of the position he wanted her in, and her screaming in Spanish. Aira lit her joint and French inhaled after a long deep inhale. Now or never. "Hey, Ai, I was wonder…." Brock stood up suddenly and began to cough wildly.

"Oh my God, are you alright?" Aira set her plate down and placed the joint between her lips. "Lemme get you a drink." Aira left in a hurry.

Brock gripped his chest as he gasped for air. Duke laughed, remembering when she gave him one of her joints for the first time. "Hey, Brock, this may sound crazy but I think you may be troubled."

"What?" he wheezed. "Like those stories?" he hacked again.

"I'll show you." Duke said. "Aira!"

"Yeah?" She looked up from her bag.

"I was thinking maybe you could…."

"I'm sorry, but do you have an inhaler?" Brock interrupted.

"Yes!" Aira shouted.

"You see?" Duke crossed his arms, believing he proved his point.

"Are you feeling okay, Duke." Brock asked. Duke actually hear the wheeze in his lungs.

"You don't see it?" Duke asked. How do I describe this? I feel like its not just questions, its important questions. Important decisions? Of course. Asking Aira was a big step for them, for him. "Let me guess, you have cock blocked all your friends attempt of saying or doing something important to them?"

"Bit harsh, Duke." Brock said.

"Yeah, Duke, what the hell?" Aira said as she was in mid-reach of handing Brock a bottle of ice water and her inhaler.

"Oh my God, I am not crazy. Brock, you were in track! You've never had asthma before!" Duke shouted.

"I…." Brock started then paused, horrorstricken. "But," He squeezed the inhaler. "This is real."

"You needed a reason to interrupt." Duke answered.

"How do you know I'm troubled." Brock asked.

"Because I have been trying to ask Aira a damn question all day, and you interrupted my attempts."

"What question?" Aira asked.

"I was wondering if…." Duke tried to say.

"This really is a nice joint though, once the coughing fit is over." Brock laughed. Duke and Aira looked over at him.

"Shit, you're right." Aira laughed, surprised.

"Called it!" Duke smiled.

"Wait, what are you trying to say to me that's that important?" Aira asked.

"You," He pointed to Brock. "Nice seeing you, but please leave." Brock took his plate and began walking away, leaving a confused and awkward aura behind him. "Now, Aira, do…."

"What do I do with this information?" Brock shouted from the dock.

"Brock if you're not gone in five seconds, I will end your life personally." Duke had had it with him for the day. He waited a few seconds before daring to start. "I was, uh, I was wondering…."

"Duke, spit it out." Aira said, crossing her arms.

"Do you want to stay with me while your house is being rebuilt? I mean you'll save money, and I have a washer and dryer…." Her soft lips cut him off.

"That's what you were worried about?" She laughed. "God, you made it sound like you were proposing psycho." She wrapped her arms around his waist as she looked up into his eyes. "Yes, staying here would be more convenient for me, and I don't know, there's this really hot guy who lives here that I would have access to twenty-four seven."

Aira let her hands wonder on his body. She let her right-hand wander into his shorts. He was already stiff when her hand got to his member. Aira loved getting him riled up. That Brock character had been there longer than she had anticipated. Her free hand brought him down to kiss her. She could feel her brain shut off and her body light up when he lifted her up to his level and kissed her. His hands gripped her ass as her jaggedly guided them to the cabin. Aira was suddenly slung over his shoulder and she gave a giggle. He carried her down the ladder and then threw Aira on his bed. She shimmied out of her bottoms just as he dove over her. Her thoughts were on repeat, Fuck me. Aira wished he could stop postponing. She looked into his green hazel eyes and bit her lip as he entered her. God, he's so fucking big. Duke placed his hands behind Aira's knees and pressed down. It felt so good, her eyes rolled back. Aira didn't know how to control herself when he started out like this. Sticks it so far in. She thought, as a moan betrayed her thoughts. His rhythm was relentless, like he had been waiting to do it all day. She curled her fingers through his hair and he moaned his approval. He also picked up his pace which spiraled her into an orgasm that curled her toes. He didn't slow down, there was no catching her breath. She finally got him to roll over on to his back where she was able to take off her top. His hands flew to her chest, massaging and squeezing.

"He estado esperando esto todo el día." (I have been waiting for this all day.) Aira panted. "Se trata siempre de manera rígida para mí." (You always get so hard for me.) She leaned forward and gripped the iron head board. It rocked hard as she caused it to slam into the wall. "¡A la mierda este coño!" (Fuck this pussy!) Duke gripped her hips as he thrust deeper inside her. He did this over and over until she couldn't take anymore. "Voy a eyacular, no se detienen, Duque." (I'm gonna cum, don't stop, Duque.) Aira dug her nails into his chest as she rocked back and forth on top of him.

"You are so dirty." Duke smirked.

Aira smirked, still panting. "How so." She smirked

"I do believe you shouted fuck this pussy very loudly."

Aira felt the heat go to her cheeks. "You understood me?" Duke took this moment to flip them around. He took off the old condom and reached behind him for a new one.

"A little. I got curious, so I googled it and you, my dear, say some pretty dirty stuff." Duke laughed.

She gently slapped his chest, teasingly. "You're not supposed to google my Spanish!" She kissed him.

"How will I know if you wanna fuck then." He laughed. "Its nice knowing I'm doing a good job."

"Un maldito trabajo fantástico, Duque." Aira purred. She could feel his erection grow in between her legs. He likes it when I speak in Spanish. Aira felt her slipping for him every time she looked into his eyes. This is gonna hurt if he leaves me. As if reading her mind, he kissed her hard and pulled her leg up onto his shoulder. She held her breath, like she always did, when he slid inside of her. He'd laugh and tell her to breathe while kissing her neck. Hard to breathe when you make it hard to breathe. She grabbed his hair, loving the feel of it in her hands as he filled her to the brim, and when she came crashing down, he held on to her and road through her waves. She was then flipped over on her elbows, where he then trailed kisses up her spine, giving her chills. His hands gripped her ass tightly as he slowly entered her again. He gave a low moan as he slowly eased his way in. Aira pulled the sheets as she arched her back into him. Yup, he is fucking fantastic. "¡No pares! No te muevas de ese lugar!" (Don't move! Don't you fucking move from that spot!) she screamed, hoping to God he understood what she said, because thinking in English was beginning to become hard.

"I got you." He whispered in her ear and it lit her whole body on fire. Then he did something he hadn't done before, pull her hair. Goosebumps rose on her skin all at once. Aira gave a satisfied groan as she climaxed, bringing him with her. "Seems you had me." He laughed.

She laughed as she panted. "No, you had me. You had me good. I didn't think I would like my hair being pulled but I was wrong." Aira laughed as she turned to her side. Duke joined her, stroking her skin.

"You liked it, I wasn't sure. I know how I feel when you do it to me. Half the reason I haven't cut it yet. Longest its been, ever." Duke smiled. Aira reached for his hair, pulling at the strands. His hair was a little passed his shoulders. He had scruff that she convinced him not to shave off. "Why did you think you wouldn't like it?"

"Do you really wanna kill the mood." She laughed, even though she was serious. That's how she handled the bad things in her life, she laughed them off.

"Come on, I wanna know more about you. You are so mysterious. Even after a month." Duke said.

"When Liam came home drunk or angry, or angry at me for some reason, he used to pull my hair, hard. I couldn't even cum." She said it quickly but Duke still heard every word. "He'd tell me to 'take care' of myself in the bathroom with all the appropriate sized dildos he bought."

"Wait, what?" Duke snorted out a laugh.

Aira saw the humor and laughed herself. "He bought me these dildos, no bigger than an inch girth and no longer than five inches. He himself was like six and a half or something, but that wasn't an issue." She laughed. "And he'd like to think it was an inch around, but nope. Towards the end I had to force myself to have sex with him, which led to more fights and him pulling my hair." Duke leaned in to kiss her forehead. How does he melt me so easily? "You're different." Why did I say that out loud? She swore she was born with mouth diarrhea, it made her say random things from her brain at bad times.

"Not every man is alike, huh."

"I meant, people wise. I've been with a lot of people, mainly women," she laughed. "Besides my best friend, you treat me like a person and not an object or an ATM."

"Aira, you are a person. I don't know about all these other people, but I care about what's in here," he pointed to her heart then pointed to her head, tapping it lightly. "And in here. That's way more fun than an object or an ATM."

He did it again. She dove at his mouth, encasing her arms around him. She rolled on top on him and pulled him up to her. She knew she was being aggressive, but he never stopped her from doing the things she did to him. Liam would never let me take control. She was practically shaking as she guided him into her. She loved how he felt, skin to skin. He wasn't trying to grab protection so she reveled in the sensation. Her nails dug into his back, harder with every thrust she made. He nibbled her neck and she shouted something between Spanish and English. She wasn't even sure what she said, it was the start of two different words in two different languages. In unison, they scooted towards the head board so he could lean against it. She grabbed the bars behind him and swung one leg up over his shoulder, momentarily stunning Duke. He looked the length of her leg, wondering how she had gotten up there. "Soy flexible, ¿recuerdas?" (I'm flexible, remember?) she whispered in his ear. With the help of her leg and the head board, she took over. She threw her head back as she grinded her hips into him. His hands roamed her body while his lips kissed between her breasts. "Creo que te amo…." She whispered softly, almost inaudible to even her ears, so she wasn't sure she said it out loud.

He'd heard her but didn't know what the words meant yet.