I don’t know if it’s the drinks, the atmosphere, or my poor impulse control that leads me to brush Nikki’s hair out of her face with my hand, rest it on the back of her neck, then pull her close to me so I can whisper in her ear. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
Nikki shivers, and I know it’s not due to any cool weather in this balmy cave. She pulls back just enough to peer up at me. “Um, no. Is that supposed to be your new thing now?” She bites her bottom lip, and I feel a low growl deep in my chest.
“Yes, Nikki. It’s gonna be my new thing now.” I kiss her forehead and lean back in my chair.
Nikki takes a long pull of her drink, then faces me. “You know…”
The DJ interrupts her by announcing that they’re looking for a final contestant for the dance competition. Her smile widens, and I’m saying no before she can ask.
“Oh, c’mon,” she whines, “you gave such a good performance earlier! It’s only fair that you show these kids what a real man is made of.” She tries to bait me, but there are not enough beers on this island to make me dothat.
“I already danced for you today, Nikki. But if you want to go up there, by all means. I’m sure you can request a Taylor Swift song that’ll make the crowd go wild,” I tease.
Her jaw drops. “Are you mocking me and my Swiftie lifestyle, Mr. Nuñez?”
My cock twitches in my swim shorts, but I ignore it and keep my focus on her. “What? Are you scared to go up there and show me what you got? Never thought I’d see the day where you’d back away from a challenge.” And in that moment, I know I’ve got her.
She puts both hands on my left thigh and leans into me. “Oh, you think I won’t do it? Or do you think you can bait me and have me twirl on the stage like a cute little pop princess?” She fights back with a maniacal grin.
Before I can respond, she stands and bends at the waist. She knows exactly what she’s doing as she gives me the world’s greatest view of her cleavage while she leans in close to my ear. “Just know, you asked for this.” And with that, she takes off into the massive crowd of partygoers, toward the DJ.
I feel a bit unsettled at her ominous threat, and even more so when she keeps her eyes on me while requesting a song.
She moves to take center stage, and I’m already regretting this. I may have been able to manage spending the day with Nikki in that titillating outfit, but these young boys are probably pitching tents by the second as she waves at the crowd playfully.
The DJ cuts the music and announces in Spanish, “We got a cute little blondie who is ready to show off some moves. Make some noise for Ms. Nikki!”
Nikki’s eyes connect with mine, and it feels like she’s miles away from me. She blows me a kiss. I smile and wink at her, basking in her attention.
But that feeling is short-lived as the first beat of her chosen song starts to play.
In that moment, her earlier warning flashes in my mind.
Never underestimate a girl from Miami.
My smile drops and my ass is flying out of my chair before she even starts to move.
I keep my eyes trained on her as I start to plow through the crowd. I feel feral that she decided to do this just to taunt me.
Well played.
I’m still a few yards from the stage as the chorus of Daddy Yankee’s “Gasolina” starts playing, driving the crowd wild.
And Nikki isn’t playing fair. She’s got all the reggaeton moves down as she dances to the song, looking like a goddamn music video vixen.
By the time I reach the front of the stage, I don’t hesitate.
My arms wrap around the back of her knees, and in the next second, I’m throwing her over my shoulder.
She must have expected this reaction from me, because she doesn’t fight me. Instead, her body shakes with laughter.
“Hey, Tony! On second thought, maybe I do have daddy issues!” She laughs.
I give her ass a hard smack. Her yelp is quickly covered up by more laughter.
Noted.
I take out my cell phone with my free hand and text the number to have a boat sent out to pick us up.
