Somewhat darker and a little more sinister than most of my other stories this one has elements of many genres; erotic couplings, interracial, nonconsent/reluctance to name a few, however overall, I think it is more of a romance than anything else.
But given the length of it, the story consists of 6 parts (all written), I decided the best place to put it was in Novels & Novellas.
As always constructive comments and criticism are welcome but please remember it is just a story, like the Marvel films it isn't actually real.
I hope you enjoy.
_________________________________________________
Chapter 02 - Coming Home
The heat struck Rob Davenport as soon as he stepped off the plane, and back onto what he basically thought of as home soil, for the first time in a couple of years.
Although he hadn't been born in Saint Martin, his parents had brought him here when he was just three, he was a naturalised citizen. It was the place he had grown up in and that he remembered affectionately from his childhood. His past and his friends were all centred around the island and the years he had spent there.
The feel of the warm afternoon sunshine on his face made him smile and he paused at the top of the steps for a few seconds, taking the time to look around at the palm trees and the familiar dilapidated terminal building that seemed to be forever in need of a coat of paint.
Only 48 hours earlier Rob had been living the life he had chosen as a sergeant in the Royal Marines and, at 27, he had been expecting to spend the next 13 years or more in the British navy. However, the sudden onset of his father's illness and his subsequent decision to retire from the family's charter business due to ill health had brought Rob home.
He would have to make a decision at some point in the future about whether to go back or to resign, but that could wait until he had a better understanding of the situation.
"Excuse me." The passenger behind him, frustrated at being kept waiting, tried to push by him causing Rob to start down the steps to the tarmac.
Shuffling along in the queue towards the immigration desk, in what passed for the terminal building, he looked around remembering how the airport hadn't changed in the slightest since the last time he had been here.
"Hey Rob man, how you doing?"
Waiting to show his passport he was just wondering how long it would take to get his luggage back when a loud voice got his attention, and he glanced around to see a policeman waving at him.
"Henry!"
He grinned and immediately stepped out of the queue to embrace his oldest friend.
Rob was tall at over six feet and with a muscular physique from his time as a marine he made most people seem small but the hugely built 6' 6" policeman dwarfed him.
"How you doing man? I heard from your mum you were coming home." The police officer released him from his bear hug, "I'm sorry to hear about your dad."
Rob smiled grimly, as always there were no secrets amongst the small community of Saint Martin.
"Yeah, it doesn't sound good but someone has to keep the family business going."
"Well, it's good to see you back whatever the reason."
The marine chuckled, "Yeah, now all I have to do is to get through immigration which, I see, hasn't got any better."
"Here, let me get that stamped for you man."
Police sergeant Henry Legrande smiled back at him and, taking his passport off him, ushered Rob in to the tiny office that doubled as the airports police station.
Bypassing the queue of passengers actually cost the 6' 1" former marine more time than if he had waited, as once his passport had been stamped he spent the next fifteen minutes or so catching up with his friend.
"We'll have to get ourselves a beer sometime when you're off duty." Rob said by way of a goodbye as he went to collect his luggage.
"Sounds good to me. Just make sure we don't leave it too long." He heard Henry call after him, "I know what you're like."
By the time he made it to the old creaking carousel, to join the passengers patiently waiting, the first bags were just starting to come through. Finding a space in amongst them he looked across at the start of the belt hoping his luggage didn't take too long.
"Are you here on holiday?"
His mind was on the problems with his father and the charter business when a soft voice beside him made him look around.
"Err... no, just coming home for a while actually." He smiled at the very attractive blonde who had sidled up alongside him.
"You live here! Lucky you." She smiled engagingly, her blue eyes unashamedly studying his physique.
"Well, I haven't been back in two years but yeah.... this is where I call home."
Moving a little closer she put a hand on his arm and batted her eyelashes at him, "So, maybe you can provide me with a little insider information and tell me where's the best bar in town? Somewhere a girl can get a decent drink."
It was immediately obvious to Rob that he was being picked up but, studying the woman doing it, he wasn't about to object. There could be worse ways to spend his first couple of weeks back on the island than with a sexy blonde tourist.
"Errm... I'd suggest either Samuel's or The Harbourmaster's.... they're both down on the quayside. You can't miss either of them."
She giggled sexily as her fingers tightened on his arm, "I'll remember that. I'm Melissa by the way."
"Rob." He held out his hand to her, "So, I guess you're here on holiday."
"Mmhhmm.... Two weeks. All by myself." She replied as they shook hands, "Hopefully I'll see you in one of those bars then."
He grinned; the way girls played this game always made him smile. A guy would simply ask the woman out but the female of the species had a clever way of always twisting the conversation round to arranging a date without actually asking a question.
"I might be in The Harbourmaster's on Sunday evening about seven o'clock. If you're around I'll buy you that drink."
He gave her the opportunity to meet him, happy to play her game.
"Oh, there's my luggage." She smiled at him and went to grab it, "Maybe I'll see you on Sunday then?"
"Maybe you will."
Rob watched her as she collected her bag, her perfectly shaped bottom outlined in the skin tight jeans she was wearing while her breasts filled her t-shirt nicely.
"Bye Rob. Hopefully I'll see you on Sunday,"
Waving to him Melissa headed towards the exit, glancing back and wiggling her rear fetchingly as she left him to wait for his luggage to appear.
It was a good ten minutes more before he was able to finally collect his two bags and start to head out past the unmanned customs desk and through the exit.
"ROB! ROB!"
He had barely gone ten paces into the arrival's hall when his mother's piercing shriek made everyone turn towards her.
"Hey mum." He hugged her back when she hurried across to him and flung her arms around him, "How are you? How's dad?"
"Oh God, it's so good to have you home sweetheart." Stepping away and holding him at arm's length Martha Davenport looked her son up and down, frowning as she did so, "You've lost weight."
"How's dad?" He ignored her comment and repeated his question.
"He's at home waiting for you. You can ask him yourself when we get there." His mother fussed over him and started to lead him out of the airport.
