I nodded. It was nothing new. “Exactly. This way, we can kill two birds with one stone.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed on my chest. “Shower now or after breakfast?”
I looked her over and licked my lips. “After.” She sighed. “What?”
“You just want everyone to see that I’m well fucked.”
“And?”
She shook her head and sat up all the way. “Once a possessive perv, always a possessive perv.”
“You should be used to it by now. It’s not going to change anytime soon. I like marking what’s mine so fuckers know.”
She tried to give me a look of disapproval, but she couldn’t pull it off. There was no denying it—she loved me claiming her. The world would know she was desired, wanted, and loved.
Her hand slithered under the light sheet, nails gently pressing into my thigh as she moved up. I hissed and bucked when her hand wrapped around my soft cock, stirring it awake.
“And how am I supposed to show the world you’re mine?”
“I think the world knows my devotion to you.”
“How?”
“The ring on my finger and my constant hard-on for you.” She pursed her lips, the playfulness leaving her. “Or, I could eat you out, not wipe it off, and cover my body in your sweet juices.”
She licked her lips as she thought it over, her eyes dark and her hips rotating. I knew how to get her wet. She was probably thinking about my tongue sucking on her clit, fingers pinching and pulling her nipples.
“I think that would work. Especially for the Boob Squad.”
“Guess we’ll have to save it for when they’re around. Besides, I don’t have time to do it properly today.”
She smiled and let go of my now hard dick. “I’ll hold you to it.” She turned, slipping her legs off the edge of the bed to stand.
When she tried to get up, her legs shook, then gave out, sending her back down to the bed. I leaned back against the headboard, figuring I’d get a good view of the show from there. Another attempt left her standing, but bracing herself against the wall.
Nice, naked ass centered perfectly in my view. I groaned and squeezed my cock.
“Trouble?” I smirked, remembering the activities that left her muscles weak.
She turned her head, glaring at me, then pushed off the wall. It was a valiant attempt on her part to make it to the bathroom, and she did…barely. I tried not to laugh as I watched her walk around like a cowboy in a western who’d spent too much time on a horse.
Try as I might, the laugh came out, despite her constant glares in my direction.
“You, stop. This is your fault.”
I licked my lips. “Oh, baby, I take pride knowing I fucked you so long and hard you can’t walk straight.”
“There goes our beach walk.” She threw her hands up. “What am I going to tell everyone? I pulled a muscle…saving a baby…from a runaway moose?”
I stood up and walked to her, showing off my smooth and natural gait—even with my bad leg.
“A moose? In Aruba?” I was to the point of cracking out to full-blown, hysterical laughter.
She stuck her tongue out at me. “It could happen.”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck, giving it a little nibble that made her sigh. “I don’t think we need to tell them anything. It was our honeymoon—they understand.”
She slumped against me, her hands slipping up and around my shoulders. “I hate that we have to go home.”
“Me, too.”
After freshening up, we had our last meal on our paradise. The ominous cloud that always surrounded us drew closer after its week-long exile. I could almost see it in the distance—its gray skies and turbulent winds whipping around.
Instead of walking on the beach, we stopped at the point where the waves licked at our feet. It was enough for Lila and her still shaky legs. Her smile tugged at my chest, and I squeezed her hand, savoring each moment, knowing we’d be gone in a few short hours.
When we got through the trial, I could take her away again, even if it was just for a long weekend.
Anything to see her smiling like she was at that moment.
Ten hours later, the elevator doors opened to the fourteenth floor, dropping us feet from our door. We were both tired from travel, but happy to be home. Suitcases in tow, I pulled out my keys and unlocked the deadbolt.
I stood there for a moment, staring at it, then turned to Lila.
“What?”
I leaned down and swept her off her feet and into my arms.
“Nate!” Her eyes were wide in surprise as her fingers clawed up my shirt and around my neck. “What are you doing?”
“Tradition.” I smiled at her and walked forward, over the threshold and into our home.
She shook her head. “This is utterly ridiculous.”
“Yes, it is. That’s why I’m doing it.” I grinned at her.
She rolled her eyes, but I caught the smile she tried to hide from me.
“You can let me down now.”
“I don’t think so.”
I set her on her feet but had no intention of letting her get far. Stepping back out into the hall, I grabbed our suitcases and pulled them inside, locking the door behind me. Once done, I picked her back up, making her squeal again. We walked into the bedroom and I laid her down, crawling on top of her.
“Was this part of tradition?”
I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “No. I just wasn’t ready to let you go.”
She smiled and sighed. “There you go again, being all sappy.”
I shrugged. “It happens. Besides, we need to christen our bed as husband and wife.” I nipped at her lower lip.
She smiled at me, running her hands across my shoulders and down my arms. “I don’t know. I’m kind of worn out from last night’s adventures, not to mention the traveling.”
“Then we can start our evening with a rejuvenating nap, followed by some pizza and a movie, and top it off with eating whipped cream off each other.”
“Maybe some chocolate sauce?”
I grinned down at her. “I think we have some cherries as well.”
“Vanilla ice cream.” She licked her lips and batted her eyelashes at me. “Can I have a Nate sundae?”
It was my turn to lick my lips. “Only if I get to eat a cherry from your pussy.”
Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as her hips flexed up, pushing against my thigh.
Dessert was never going to be the same.
CHAPTER 9
The alarm went off, blaring in my ear, and I groaned as I slapped my hand down on it. I stared at the time, sighing as I registered it was Monday and we really did have to get up.
Going back to work was rough. Being on vacation had been a heaven of sorts, and reality was brutal, making me appreciate every moment away that much more.
Granted, it wasn’t all bad—Lila was with me. My wife.
“Come on, get up,” I said as I yawned, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and stretching.
She whimpered, face down in her pillow. “Only if you promise Starbucks.”
I snickered. “Trust me, baby, I don’t want to leave this bed either. And I promise we’ll stop.”
Her head tilted up and she huffed, blowing the wild strands of hair from her face. She was pouty and grumpy, making her fucking adorable and my urge to hug her ferocious.
With a growl and a graceless stiffness, I jumped on top of her. She squeaked, trapped beneath me. I nibbled at her neck, biting like an animal, making her writhe and me stiffen in another way.
I smacked her ass and pushed off the bed before I got carried away. “Come on, before I shove my cock in you and we miss the chance to get coffee.”
Her eyes popped open wide and she jumped from the bed. Apparently coffee won out over my dick—what the hell?