Rayna then kissed me with her tongue and I tasted the salt of the ocean. I couldn’t give a fuck. My wife was happy and nothing could please me more.
That day, Rayna was a tamed learner. Another excursion brought out the Tasmanian devil in her. We were docked on Puerto Vallarta while water skiing in Cabo when Rayna became overzealous along with our boater. I guess she’d conveniently forgotten she was a novice to the sport. We were mere yards out from shore and Rayna wanted to exert bravado and hold the handlebar with just one hand while she tossed the other in the air, and thrust her hips over the water. The instructor stressed to us the importance of maintaining a steady grip of the bar to avoid losing balance in the water. Well, once Rayna was skiing behind the water boat, she felt the urge to alternate swinging arms in the air. She sang to herself and even at one time, squatted.
I yelled over to her from the back of the boat to cut the shit, but drunken minds don’t take too well to heeding. Rayna had downed three glasses of margaritas, well past her alcohol limit of two. I noted it, but thought fuck it, she’s on her honeymoon. Well, during her skiing, my lady wanted to charm me with seductive moves. And while it frustrated me, it excited our boater who zig-zagged in the water to have her tits bounce in the air.
I called out to him once and he did not reply, but did stop zig-zagging. We were returning to shore at this point and I’d guessed they wanted to have last minute fun. Minutes later, he did it again, encouraged by Rayna’s hooting and yowling in the water.
“Hands on the bar!” I roared out to her.
She’d caught on to my rebuke, but it didn’t have the correcting effect I was going for.
“Awww, c’mon, Jacobs!” she yelled out. “Lighten up!”
The boater laughed, and to add to her merriment, he zagged the boat again. This time Rayna scrambled for the handlebar, nearly losing her hold.
“STOP THIS BITCH!” I screamed at the top of lungs. The guy’s head jerked back to me, his eyes damn near popping out of their sockets. “RIGHT FUCKIN’ NOW!”
The motor slowed, then sounded to stop. I dove into the water before it was able to halt and swam to Rayna. I caught her just as she started to wobble from a loss of forceful wind. Maneuvering her onto my back, I swam a few feet to shore.
The instructor met us in the water, waving his hands frantically; asking in his native tongue what the hell was I doing. I made sure Rayna was on her feet when I answered him.
“Your boy on the boat is going to get his shit cracked!” I threatened.
“Azmir,” Rayna called out and her little hand grabbed me at my abdomen. “It was just a little fun,” she tried to mollify my brewing anger.
“Fun my ass! His bitch ass could have drowned you out there!”
Just then, the little boater waded through the water to his boss, the instructor, the instructor still questioning in a panic at the incident.
“It okay, man,” the boater attempted with a bawled mouth. “Just a little bump. She fine!”
The little fucker had the nerve to appear to be charging at me. When he’d made it into the less-than-two-feet-into-my-circumference range, all I registered was his puckered brows and his chest out.
This little dude is posting!
“Every fucking thing’s okay, man! Relax—”
His wide ass head made a huge splash in the foot of water when he collapsed.
“Azmir!” Rayna yelped. “No!” She jumped in front of me.
The instructor yelled out, “What the hell you doing! I call the cops!”
“Yo, Divine!” I soon realized it was Marcus’ warning.
He knew to make himself known before he touched me at the height of anger. It’s actually a Clan rule, but especially needed to be practiced when dealing with me because of my reputable speed with the ones.
“Time to roll, duke,” he pleaded.
I turned to Rayna whose eyes were now very much sober, lifted her over my shoulders and made our way over to the yacht.
As I marched with her draped over me, I heard the instructor yell, “Aye! You don’t leave! I call cops!”
Then Marcus spoke up, “You ain’t got no wins getting him back here. How much do your compadre want for the bitch slap? And don’t give me nothing cray ‘cuz Boss ain’t even meet dude with a jab.”
I was well beyond livid, I was fucking pissed. We boarded the boat and I took off to the shower and then to the office there on the lower deck to get a few things done. I didn’t come up until dinner.