CHAPTER 21
The ship docked in Montego Bay the following morning. Trey and I had ordered breakfast in our stateroom. We showered and dressed getting ready to go onshore for the day.
We both were wearing shorts, tees and comfortable shoes. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and donned a ball cap to shield my face from the hot Jamaican sun. We both lathered up with sunscreen and headed to the lower deck to disembark. I had packed our swimming gear in case we ended up at the beach in a back pack instructing Trey he had to wear it.
Once on shore there were various cabs or busses available to take the passengers to various hot spots of Montego Bay. Trey and I took a cab to a place that rented sun fish sailboats. Trey had told me he wanted to take me sailing and snorkeling.
I was impressed with my husband's ability to sail. The water was crystal clear blue. Once out in the bay, Trey lowered the anchor and we lay on our stomachs watching the various forms of sea life through the clear water. The sand bar nearby allowed us to see all sorts of turtles, crabs and lizards. The schools of fish that swam under our boat were in every color and pattern imaginable.
Trey identified many of the fish for me: Caribbean Blue Tang, Purple Tang, Lionfish, Angelfish. We put on our snorkeling gear and lowered ourselves into the water. The fish avoided us which was fine with me. I followed Trey as he paddled over to some rocks that surrounded a small reef. We went up on the rocks where we could see crabs of all sizes, turtles and sea urchins. I freaked when I saw something slither into the rocks that had long bristles sticking out all over it. I backed away quickly.
"That's a bristle worm, Tylar," Trey explained, "He's more frightened of you than you are of him."
"Don't bet on it," I replied going back into the water. We swam back to our sun sail and climbed up on it lying flat to dry out. Trey lifted anchor and we sailed along the coast line of the giant bay. There were all kinds of colorful reefs and caves. It was gorgeous and a first for me.
Once we returned the boat we walked up to a crowded outdoor mall that was full of duty-free shops. I found some coral and turquoise jewelry I wanted to buy for Gina. Trey and I found some cute t-shirts for Preston that had pictures of colorful fish on them, along with a 'Montego Bay' hoodie. Trey insisted we get matching hoodies for ourselves to match Preston's. I thought that was kind of cute.
"Are you getting hungry?" he asked as we stood in line to pay for our purchases.
"I am starving."
Trey looked around and spotted an outside café where live Reggae music could be heard.
"Why don't you go and grab us a table, babe while I pay for this? I'll be there shortly. Order us some margaritas, okay?"
"Got it," I said heading over to the café. I found a table with an opened umbrella and took a seat. A waiter came over very shortly sporting the traditional dreads and colorful attire. I ordered our drinks. He left a menu at the table. I was perusing the menu when Trey came up looking extremely pissed.
(Oh hell - what now?)
"Fucking bitch," he spat.
"What the hell did I do?"
He looked over at me alarmed; then his face softened.
"Not you, baby."
"Who, then? Where is the stuff we bought?"
The waiter set our margaritas down on the table and asked if we were ready to order. I asked him to give us a couple of minutes to decide.
"How much cash do you have on you, Tylar?"
"Trey, what the hell is going on?"
"My credit cards have apparently been cancelled."
"What?"
"Shhh," he said, "I just want to make sure you have some cash on you so we don't have to do a 'dine and dash'."
"Well yeah, I have cash to pay for this, don't worry about that. How did your credit cards get cancelled?"
Trey gave me a look that said 'guess.'
"Amber?"
"That's my first guess."
"But how? Why?"
"How? Because I paid my bills online on my computer so she had access. Why? Because she is a fucking bitch."
"Okay, so calm down. Let's not let it ruin our vacation. I have a credit card that I use for the horse supplies and handle on my own. We can use it to buy the stuff at the shop."
I dug through my bag and found my credit card.
"You stay here, and I'll go back and get the stuff, okay? Just order me whatever you are having for lunch."
Trey nodded. I could tell that he was still furious. What was that bitch hoping to accomplish with all of this? The better question was: how many more wacko people would come into our lives?
When I returned with our purchases Trey seemed a bit more relaxed. He was on his second margarita by then.
"Hey baby, I missed you," he said giving me a dimpled grin.
"I missed you too, sweetie."
He leaned over, kissing my lips several times. The waiter came back and set another margarita down for me and the appetizers that Trey had ordered.
We sipped our margaritas and dined on shrimp with lime sauce, mini crab cakes and fried cheese sticks. It was wonderful. The Reggae music kind of grew on me after awhile.
After lunch Trey and I walked through some of the art galleries and craft shops. I bought a beautiful print for our bedroom. We took pictures of the surroundings and some of the street entertainers and musicians. We walked back down to the docks hand in hand.
"What do you feel like doing now?" he asked as we boarded the boat.
"I don't care. Do you want to spend some time at the pool?"
"Sounds good to me, baby."
I put another one of my designer bikinis on and headed out to the pool with my I-Pad, towel and sunscreen. Trey was already down there having a cocktail.
We pretty much had the common area to ourselves as none of the other people were back from town yet.
Trey watched me from beneath his sunglasses as I laid my towel out on the sun lounge and kicked my flip-flops off.
"Mmm, baby, that suit is skimpier than the other one."
"You can blame Gina for that; she insisted on picking them all out for this trip."
"I think I will thank Gina," he said in his smooth and silky voice.
(That's a first - he must be getting a nice buzz. . .)
"Why don't you let me put the sunscreen on you?"
"Sure," I replied, settling back on the lounge chair positioning it to lie flat.
Trey got up from his chair and removed his sunglasses. He poured the lotion into his hands rubbing them together. He started at my shoulders, massaging the sunscreen into them gently. His hands moved down, massaging my arm and hand. He put more lotion in his palm and did the other arm. He returned to my front, rubbing lotion onto my belly very slowly and sensually.
"Mmmm - that feels good," I breathed.
"Does it?"
He dribbled more lotion onto my belly and his hands massaged around my navel ring.
"This is so damn sexy," he said, lowering his lips to my belly allowing his tongue to circle my navel ring.
"I thought you didn't like the desecration of my navel, Mr. Sinclair?"
"I like it now," he said huskily.
I still had my eyes closed thoroughly enjoying the feel of my husband's hands caressing my body with lotion. I felt his tongue move southward as his fingers gently tugged the bottom of my suit down to let his tongue find my sex. He swirled his tongue around and around. It felt delicious. He lowered my bikini bottom down further.
"Ahh, Trey - we are out here in broad daylight you know?"
"Hush baby. I want this here and now. No one is out here but us."
"Yeah, but that could change at any moment."
"I'll be quick then," he replied, his fingers now joining his tongue in pleasuring me.
I was consumed with feeling my husband's mouth and tongue all over my sex. I was wet for him. He continued with his oral ministrations; his fingers were inside of me, expertly bringing me to climax. I moaned softly, keeping my eyes closed as I neared my peak.
"That's it Tylar, let it go baby."
My body tensed and then the pleasured release spiraled within me as my orgasm unraveled. I moaned his name over and over as he drank in my nectar. He moaned with his own pleasure and satisfaction.
"I love you, baby," he whispered against my lips, kissing me with passion once again.
"Trey - let's go up to our stateroom. We've had enough sun for one day."