We decided to stay around Oak Island for a few more days.
I showed her all the spots the boys, Alex, and I used to go and cause trouble at. Sharing a part of my world with her. I even took her to the dock where I used to go to be alone and draw. By the time we made it there, it was already nightfall. We sat at the edge of the wooden planks with our feet splashing in the water, like I had done so many damn times as a kid, getting lost in my own thoughts.
Something came over me and I pulled Briggs in front of me to straddle my lap. It was hotter than Hell out, and she was wearing a dress. I slipped my cock through the zipper of my jeans and slid her panties over. Lifting her just enough to thrust my dick inside of her. She let out a loud moan that echoed off the water.
We made love just like that. I wanted nothing more than to make new memories with her there. To replace all the sad ones from my childhood.
We didn’t hangout with the boys, Alex, or my parents. I had enough emotional bullshit to last me a lifetime. I didn't need them causing more drama around Briggs. I just wanted to make new memories with her in a town I’d spent the last three years running away from.
I loved every second of it.
I even tried to show her how to surf, but the second she saw a shark she flew the fuck off the board and said there was no way in hell she was getting back on it. She laid out on the beach reading instead, while I surfed the entire day.
It was like I was reliving the best parts of my childhood all over again. Except the love of my life was right there with me. The way it was always supposed to be.
I was paying for it though. By the time we got back to the hotel my back was fucking killing me. I took down two more Oxy’s and smoked a joint with Briggs on the balcony. How the girl found a drug dealer in Oak Island while I was out surfing was beyond me.
We landed back in New York the next evening.
“It’s good to be home. I miss my bed,” Briggs said, putting the key into the lock of her apartment.
“I miss fucking you in your bed.”
She grinned, turning to face me.
“Our bed,” she simply stated with a huge smile on her face.
I leaned in and kissed her lips.
“Our bed,” I repeated, pushing her back against the door, kissing her hard and deep as she fumbled to get the door open.
I heard the lock release. I walked forward not breaking our connection as she walked backwards into the apartment. My hand immediately went to her panties, reaching inside to touch her *.
“Jesus Christ, you can't even keep your fingers off my niece’s * long enough to walk through the goddamn door!”
“Uncle!” Briggs shrieked, shoving me away to pull down her dress.
“You’re lucky it was my fingers and not my tongue. Knock on the fucking door next time before you make yourself at home in our apartment,” I spewed, pissed that he was there unannounced and uninvited.
He cocked his head to the side, arching an eyebrow. “Our?”
“Did I stutter?”
“Austin…” Briggs coaxed, gently placing her hand on my chest, trying to get me to back down.
Martinez didn't scare me.
“This isn’t even her apartment. It’s mine. I pay for it. Briggs, how about the next time you ask someone to move in, they are aware of who fucking owns it first.”
“There won’t be a next time. I’ll start paying for it. Just tell me who to make the check out to," I said, not cowering down.
I really hated this fucker and everything he stood for, including all the shit Briggs told me she went through because of him. How the man couldn’t fucking hug her or console her as a child. Why he couldn't tell her that he loved her was beyond me. I couldn't imagine being a child raised in the middle of this lifestyle.
It was something I couldn’t fucking fathom.
He grinned, narrowing his eyes at me. Contemplating what he was about to say. He looked back and forth between us before his stare settled on Briggs.
“I’ve decided to make some changes. You want him involved in every aspect of your life, peladita? I can’t stop you… but I’m personally over the fact that you’re spreading your legs for the goddamn help again.”
I stepped toward him, and Briggs held me back.
He scoffed, standing. Placing his hands in the pockets of his slack. He rounded the corner of the island unfazed. Stopping about a foot away from us. Briggs stood right in the middle, waiting to intervene if needed.
“Since you’re so fucking involved in my business and what’s mine," he paused, looking at Briggs, "including this apartment, I’ve decided to promote you.”
“No!” Briggs yelled, stepping toward him between us. “You can’t fucking do this, Uncle! I won’t let you. He’s not—”
“Baby, I don’t need you to answer for me,” I sneered, pulling her aside to stand in front of Martinez.
Man to fucking man.