Blue: A Love Story on the Bermuda Shores

by Daya Daniels

  The defending team has a one-hundred and twenty-eight-yard lead across the Great Sound.

  Tatiana laughs. “This is boring!”

  Aurelio yells something. “This is incredible!” He shouts, taking a long sip of cognac from the tumbler in his hand.

  “Stop it, Tat.” Marielle scolds.

  “I don’t get it, Grand-mere. I’m going to go and watch iCarly.”

  Tat rushes off across the deck, while everyone cheers and shouts. The excitement is thick and even Carlos and Margeaux seem to be embroiled in the action.

  I sip my champagne slowly, watching the first boat head outside of mark two, the second following close behind.

  “The wind is getting a little lighter as they approach the windward mark but a good play by the defenders in forcing your competitor in the direction you think is wrong, tactically. The boats seem to be performing very well, fully foiling upwind.” The sportscaster explains.

  Nico accepts a beer from Carlos, slowly taking a chug of it, glancing over his shoulder at me. Stefan and Symone stand not too far off from him. Symone taps Nico on the shoulder and says a few words to him. At least she’s trying.

  “The defending team have the lead and the speed at the moment but the big question is, can they hold on to it?” The sportscaster says, right before they go to commercial.

  Today, without a doubt, would go down in Bermuda’s history for the island hosting the event and the match itself.

  “I want to see who the winner is.” I mumble against Nico’s lips, when he kisses me. “Don’t you want to see who wins?”

  “Aurelio’s team is out, so it doesn’t really matter to me, Cass. We can find out later.” He laughs, giving me a handsome smile.

  Nico drags me off the stool and away, not taking no for an answer. Once we leave the room, his hands cover my eyes as he walks me down a hallway and into an elevator, which dings when the doors shut. We descend two floors. The door opens, allowing us to step out. A few more feet and the click of another door confirms I’m in a room. When it shuts, it’s eerily quiet again. The sound of music, the brush of the breeze against my skin and the low sound of voices have completely stopped. He removes his hands, allowing me to scan the room I’m now standing in, that’s largely empty and dark, except for Steinway & Son’s grand piano over in the corner.

  “What are we doing in here?” I ask.

  The sound of the heavy door locking when he turns it, causes me to stare at the mischievous smirk that lights up his face.

  “Nothing.” He says, slowly approaching me until his hard chest is pressed against mine.

  He kisses my lips, then softly places one on my chin, closing his hands around my waist. I crane my neck to look up at him and smile. He pulls a remote from his pocket and points it in the direction of the stereo that comes to life, the bass booming through the lacquered floors.

  “What are you doing?” I giggle.

  “Nada. Nothing. I just want to dance.” He whispers, rocking me from side to side. “Like we did when we first met. Remember?”

  “Sim, eu lembro. Yes, I remember.”

  Bruno Mars’ Straight Up & Down echoes from the stereo. Nico does a shuffle that makes me laugh and sings along to the words. He takes my hand in his and we settle into a rhythm. I rest my head on his chest and throw an arm over his shoulder, holding on to him tight, while he sings in my ear.

  I giggle and shut my eyes, listening to the sound of his voice, which is pretty fucking perfect, just like the rest of him.

  Cassandra

  Nico groans, arching his neck towards the ceiling while my hand runs along the length of his cock. I splay my other palm over his carved abs admiring the ink that decorates his skin there. This man is a fucking masterpiece. His abs bunch and tighten with each hiss that leaves his mouth as I suck him off, proud that I do it so well. His fingers thread into my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze and control the pace. His eyelids are heavy and his full lips are parted. I choke and gag, taking him deep down my throat. My eyes water and my hand is covered in saliva and salty precum but I keep going, working viciously towards my goal. I run my tongue along the head of his dick, feeling it twitch beneath my fingertips and let the heavy weight of it drop on my face, dipping further down to take each one of his tight balls into my mouth. A delicious moan spills from Nico’s lips.

  I take him in again, fisting him from root to tip, milking his cock of precum, searching for the real thing. A hoarse growl leaves his mouth that causes his thighs to quiver. I lift my gaze, taking in the sight of him – bare-chested, covered in sweat, every defined layer of muscle up exposed to my greedy eyes.

  “Cass.” He sighs when I take him in deep again.

  He tightens his grip in my strands moving me along the length of him faster. Nico hisses and sits forward, snaking his hand down my front, pushing his fingers into my pussy.

  “Always so fucking wet.” He whispers, pushing inside me with a finger settling his thumb over my clit.

  The sensation forces a squeal from my throat. He pulls out and drags my T-shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked. I release him from my mouth with a slurp, when he nearly yanks me out of my skin, pulling me up from the floor to straddle him. Frantically, I grab the hot pole and impale myself on it, desperate to feel him parting my flesh.

  His warm hands wrap around my waist as he settles deeper against the soft pillows. I steal his mouth away, pushing my tongue in deep.

  I settle my hands on his pecks, while his thickness slides in and out of me and moan with every rise and fall of my weight on top of him. Nico smiles and his jaw clenches. His cock twitches deep inside of me, as his hands caress my skin – my back, my breasts, my shoulders. My fingers dig into his flesh, when I ride him harder, faster.

  “Monte meu pau, garota linda. Ride my cock, beautiful girl.”

  A squeak leaves my mouth at his filthy words.

  The air is thick with sex and the scent of freshly laundered linens. Sweat drips down the line of my back and my skin is hot all over. Nico’s hair is all over his head but he still looks hot as fuck in front of me – all man and turned the fuck on. Bruce Lee’s Enter the Dragon sounds from the 4K TV behind me, adding bizarre sound effects to this romp session that mix in with my own groans. Nico’s hands squeeze my breasts and tease my nipples that are already painfully hard peaks. He dips down and takes each one into his mouth, driving my desperate need to come to an insane place.

  I impale myself desperately on the length of his cock, feeling a familiar sensation building. My stomach tightens and the sounds that leave my mouth become louder. Nico tenses, holding onto me tighter with his large hands as though he’ll lose me – as though I’ll escape from his grip. A gasp leaves my mouth and I’m coming, biting back my sounds and nearly collapsing as my pussy clenches and throbs around the hot length of him. He growls like a savage, then hisses and mutters something in Portuguese I can’t make out through my come. He takes a nipple into his mouth, when I rest my hands on his shoulders. The feeling of his dick throbbing and jerking deep inside of me, only intensifies my orgasm. I slow, still riding him, wringing out his cock and the last drops of my orgasm. Nico looks up at me.

  I’m exhausted. Sated. Obliterated.

  “I love when you come.” He murmurs.

  I collapse on top of him. His fingers drag along my skin. I listen to the sound of his heartbeat, strong and steady against my ear.

  “I love you.” I whisper, before my eye lids lower and I’m out.

  Cassandra

  In the morning, I awake to breakfast laid out on the deck. I’m still sleepy and my hair is a mess. Wrapping a thin robe around me, covering up my slip, I head outside to find Nico sitting at a table, dressed in a polo shirt and shorts. A pair of Rayban’s cover his caramel eyes and his laptop is open next to him.

  “Bom dia. Good morning.” He says in that sexy accent of his that never ceases to make me wet.

  “Good morning.” I say taking a seat across from him, looking
over some of the paperwork spread out next to him. I knew even though we were here, Nico spent most of his days keeping an eye on CCorporation, that included monitoring the cash flow position throughout the company, liabilities and the company’s overall performance. He spent hours on the phone at night sometimes and even longer on his laptop sending emails but he always made time for us.

  He glances up from The Wall Street Journal that he’s reading. He removes his sunglasses and watches my every move, staring at me the way someone might watch the animals in a zoo. I giggle and put a teaspoon of sugar into my coffee cup, attempting to ignore his eerie gaze. Eventually, I give in.

  “What?” I mumble into the coffee cup at my lips, peering at him over the rim.

  Nico laughs. “You’re beautiful.”

  “I look a mess.” I deadpan.

  He reaches a hand across the table, covering mine with his large one. I meet his eyes that look melancholy and enchanting beneath the eight a:m morning light.

  “You look beautiful, believe me.”

  I only sigh and shut my eyes, as a salty ocean breeze washes over me.

  “What do want, Nico?” I question, waving my fork around. “Out of life?”

  “Honestamente? Honestly?”

  I nod.

  A loud breath leaves his lungs as his chest expands. He doesn’t blink- only stares.

  “I want you, Cass. I want to be happy. I want a mother for my daughter, who desperately needs one.” He whispers the last part. “I want simple things, Cass but with everything that surrounds me, one can only assume I have everything but it isn’t true.” He says with a sad shake of his head. “The simple things are the hardest to obtain it seems.”

  I run my hand over his forearm, feeling the strength in it.

  “I love you, Nico.”

  After a long moment, he chuckles. “I know.”

  Tat shoots out of the door, all wet hair and smiles.

  “Papai, will you come and swim with me?” She asks, padding across the deck.

  “In a little while, Tat. I have a few emails to send then I’ll be right there.”

  Tat laughs and settles in my lap, without really asking and makes herself comfortable. “You look pretty this morning.” She compliments, hugging me.

  “So, do you.”

  Smiling, I nuzzle my nose into Tat’s hair. “Can we watch a movie, Cass?”

  “Sure, but I have something I have to do before we can do that. Do you want to come with me?” I ask, tipping her chin up so she can look at me.

  She gives me a harsh nod.

  “Don’t you want to know what it is?”

  “Nope.” She says hopping out of my lap. “I’m going to get a few more laps in and then I’ll come back, okay.”

  “Okay.” I laugh.

  Nico huffs. “At least you got me out of that pool invitation.”

  I giggle and dig into the scrambled eggs in front of me that are now cold.

  “Where are you going?” He questions.

  “To see my parents.”

  He hums.

  “And to get a few things. I miss them.”

  “I understand but you should really finish your eggs.” He whispers while a mischievous grin spreads across his face.

  I narrow my eyes at him and continue to eat. His eyes follow me like I’m something to eat – a predator stalking its prey. I grab the newspaper, attempting to distract myself away from that gaze but before I can clutch it completely with my fingers, Nico snatches it away and it shreds to pieces. He rushes from his side of the table, snatching me out of my seat, knocking it over in the process. Squealing, I squirm in his grasp that’s like a vice around my much smaller frame. He squeezes my ass with his large hands, keeping me pressed to his chest and backs me into the side wall, mushing his lips to mine. His hardness pushes against my seam. I giggle again when I see Margeaux in the distance, packing away linens, rushing to get out the apartment like the place is on fire.

  “Nico.” I say against his soft lips, only he doesn’t seem to hear me.

  He kisses me again, halting my speech. I wrap my hands around his neck, sinking into the kiss that’s undoing me bit by bit. He carries me lazily into the den, moaning into my mouth between kisses. The vibration travels along the length of me and warms that glorious spot between my legs.

  “I want to fuck.” He whispers into my ear with wet slips.

  I inhale the crisp scent of the cologne that dusts his skin.

  He continues down the hallway, pressing me against the wall every few steps, pushing his tongue deeper into my mouth, until I’m sweating and panting for him.

  “Do you want this?” He hisses against my lips.

  I gaze down at the ridge in his pants that looks like it’s about to bust through the stretch poplin of his shorts and laugh.

  “Yes.” I whisper, running my tongue over my lips, wetting them.

  Nico’s back bows, pushing me into the wall even harder. His eyes blaze and chest heaves. His arm snakes up my back and his hand settles at the nape of my neck, while he pants against my lips. I breathe him in – the sweet combination of strawberries and mint. I’m desperate to taste him again. I need him inside me.

  “I need you.” I whisper.

  “I need you more.”

  Cassandra

  “Grand-mere tells me not to worry.” Tat laughs.

  She’d spent the entire walk that we decided to take from the Watford Bridge wharf to my parent’s house just around the corner talking about her mother, that she seemed perfectly fine not knowing.

  “Grand-mere tells me that anybody that doesn’t want you, isn’t-worth-wanting.” She skips along in front of me, letting out a giggle.

  “I suppose she could be right.”

  “And my papai wants me, so that’s all that matters.” She smiles.

  I think about everything I’ve learned about the man I love since knowing him. He’s been raising a little girl for the past seven years, who technically isn’t his for a woman that lied and cheated on him clearly and wants no involvement in her daughter’s own life. Sadness settles into the pit of my stomach, when I realize that Tat won’t know her mother but she’ll also never know who her real father is. I don’t know if Nico is a saint or if he’s just plain insane? But one thing I do know is that he has a lot of love to give. I catch up to her, playing with her head full of brown curls that frame her cute face.

  “Are you and my papai going to get married?”

  Doubt it!

  A stuttered laugh leaves my throat. Instead of speaking my thoughts, I whisper, “I don’t know,” and she seems satisfied with that because she doesn’t interrogate me any further.

  The sun beats down on us as we take the windy road that’s only a ten-minute walk to our destination. The sky is clear and the traffic meanders by heading in and out of Dockyard. Holding her hand, we take a slow stroll up the asphalt driveway to my parent’s house. Soft music is playing from the kitchen and the scent of seafood and fresh thyme, drifts into my nostrils and causes my stomach to growl. A few more steps and I can hear Ayana singing along to the Sunday morning church service. I spot her through the window, still in a pretty red outfit - her church clothes from this morning presumably.

  Tat looks around when I reach the door. “This is a pretty house.” She says, admiring the yellow that paints the walls outside and the bleached white roof and yellow eaves.

  “So, when it rains, the roof catches the water and goes down to the tank beneath the house?” She asks, continuing a conversation we had on the way here.

  “Yeah. The water tank is beneath the house.”

  “That’s amazing.” She whispers.

  I ring the doorbell even though I know there’s a key outside.

  Ayana yanks open the door and tosses her arms up in the air, pulling me into her chest with a squeal as though she’s never seen me before in her life.

  “I was wondering when you’d come!” She yells, kissing me all over my face. “Who is this?” She
asks, examining Tat in the colorful outfit she has on that Carlos picked out this morning.

  “I’m Tatiana.” She introduces herself with her little girl charm.

  “We were coming tomorrow for lunch.” Ayana babbles out, in response to Aurelio’s invitation to join us all aboard the Zephyr.

  “I know but I wanted to come home. Plus, I need to get a few things.”

  Taking a deep breath, I head further inside and stop when at the blare of a football game from the television in the den. I peek around the corner and see Joseph sitting his chair asleep. In the distance, Ayana asks Tat if she wants some ice cream, to which she declines. Then my mother offers nearly an entire list of menu items that she has, tossing Tat everything but the stove. I roll my eyes realizing Ayana is already spoiling her. I was waiting for Ayana to write Tat a check or bolt out the door to the grocery store to get Tat something she maybe didn’t have already.

  “Cookies?” She asks Tat with a loud breath.

  “Sim, por favor. Yes, please.” Tat says.

  “Sem problemas. Nooo problem.”

  “You speak Portuguese?”

  “Claro! Of course!” Ayana says dramatically, causing Tat to laugh.

  I slip off my shoes and take a seat next to my father on the sofa. The breeze coming through the windows is warm but it’s still nice. I’d so many great memories in this house. It made me sad to know that in some way, I might be leaving it behind...at least for a while.

  Joseph’s lids flutter open, revealing his green eyes when I place my hand on his. He flinches and then smiles when he sees my face.

  “Hi, Papai.” I whisper, leaning into his shoulder.

  He sits up straighter and wiggles his brows. “You’re here.”

  “Yeah.” I giggle.

  He squeezes me against him and presses a kiss to my forehead. “How have you been?”

  “I’m good.” I breathe out. “I’ve never been better.”

  Joseph gives me a funny expression and bobs his head a few times. I follow his eyeline to the binoculars that rest on the coffee table. “I’ve been watching you.” He laughs.