31. Astrid
thirty-one
Astrid
Three Weeks Later
I ’ve never had a vacation like this.
Not in my entire adult life, and I’ve been missing out. Big time.
When Brennan surprised me with a week-long trip to Maui, I couldn’t believe it. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Seriously.
We’re back in the hotel room after a long day of splashing in the ocean and lying in the sun. I’m sprawled out on the bed in my bikini, my skin is warm and a little salty from the ocean.
Brennan stands by the sliding glass door, fiddling with the blinds as the sun dips slightly lower on the horizon. A warm, golden light fills the room, illuminating his tan skin. His hair is still damp and the way it curls slightly at the ends makes him look softer. More relaxed.
I’ve never loved anyone more.
“What do you think?” He glances over at me. “Stay here forever? Get jobs selling overpriced coconuts to tourists?”
I roll onto my stomach and prop myself up on my elbows. “We’d make a killing. You’ll be the tech genius who figures out how to turn coconuts into WiFi routers and I’ll be the one convincing people they need them.”
“Or…” He saunters over to me. “We could skip the coconuts and get a house on the beach here. I don’t give a shit about sunburns if it means getting to see you in a bikini every day.”
He deftly unties the strings of my top and waggles his eyebrows.
I turn back over and stretch out like a cat. Grab his hand and pull him down on the bed. “Tempting, but we’d go stir crazy in a week. Plus, we have this tiny little company to launch.”
“Ah, okay.” He flops next to me on the bed and lets out a dramatic sigh. “Real-life responsibilities. I have something better in mind.”
Brennan lowers his face to my chest and circles a nipple with his tongue. Then nuzzles the underside of my breast. “Relax and enjoy.”
“What are you doing? I thought we had to get ready?” I hold his head in place, because I have no intention of letting him stop now that he’s started.
He drags his lips down my belly, over my navel and peels down my bikini bottoms. “What I’ve wanted to do since you emerged from the ocean like a Bond girl. I’m tasting you.”
“Mmmmm,” I purr approvingly.
Brennan kneels between my knees and lifts my legs over his shoulders and tilts my pelvis up with a hand on my ass. He traces one finger down my slit from my clit all the way to my ass. “You’re always so swollen and wet for me.”
He leans in and gently kisses my sensitive nub. Licks it. Sucks it between his lips.
“B.” I close my eyes. “Yessss.”
He presses the flat of his tongue against my clit, pushes it down into my folds and inside me.
“Oh, God!” I cry out as he sucks my lips into his mouth. Then swooshes his tongue through my pussy lips and repeats.
Even at this angle, my hips writhe and circle against his face. If he stops, I’ll fucking kill him. My head thrashes from side to side as the tension in my core coils tighter. I’m certain this orgasm is going to kill me. “I can’t even…”
“Oh, yes, you can.” He pushes two fingers inside me and continues to lap at my clit and pussy. “It’s the week of a thousand orgasms, remember?”
“Yeah….ohhhhhh.” I hook my ankles over his shoulders and press my pelvis against his face.
He devours me, sucking my clit so hard I see stars. The world falls away when I come so hard I can’t breathe. Through my orgasmic haze, Brennan lowers my torso to the mattress and I watch him tenderly kiss the hollows of my thighs, my pubic bone, and up my stomach. He sucks each nipple into a taut peak as he pushes me up to the headboard and nestles in between my legs.
I realize, at some point, he lost his board shorts and his beautiful cock rocks against my folds. Bracing his elbows on either side of my head, Brennan buries his fingers in my hair and nuzzles my neck. Nibbles on my earlobe.
“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you are?” he whispers.
I stroke my fingertips down his cheek and lift my head to take his lips. I taste myself and it makes me want him badly. “I need you inside me.”
Brennan’s lips quirk against mine. Carefully, he moves his hips back until the tip of his cock pushes against my entrance. Slowly, he presses in and fills me. Watching me intently, with a look filled with so much love I nearly start to cry.
“You feel so good,” he whispers into my ear and begins to move with long, slow hip rolls. Hits my sweet spot time after time, pushing me higher until I’m on the brink. Then he stops and waits for me to come back down.
“You’re a tease.” I clutch his ass and hold him where I want him. “We’re gonna be late for dinner.”
He smirks and licks a trail from my collarbone to my ear. “So what? I wanna make this last.”
Brennan sucks my nipple back into his mouth and I feel little zings down to my clit, which feels so engorged I might explode. I squirm a little, trying to get some friction, but he stops.
“Every time you try to control me, I’ll stop moving.” He lifts one of my legs up onto his shoulder, opening me wide. Rolls his hips sharply, pushing himself in so deep I gasp. “Just enjoy my cock.”
So I do. God , I do.
He leisurely starts to move again. We’ve been together so long I’ve adjusted to his size, but I’m amazed at how deep he is right now. The ridge of his cock rubs precisely where I need it and my muscles seize around him. Brennan clenches his jaw and squeezes his eyes shut, circling his hips to keep me on the edge of nirvana.
When I try to grip his ass he grabs my hand and links our fingers. Pins it to the bed above my head. His face is a grimace of ecstasy. He definitively speeds up and adjusts his thrusts so my clit hits his pubic bone with each pass. My thighs grip his hips and my body arches to meet him.
“Okay, A, now it’s time to come.” He bites the top of my shoulder and I unravel beneath him, crying out, squeezing his hand. He growls through his own orgasm, filling me with his hot release.
After, Brennan stays buried inside me but releases my leg and hand. He cups my face and we kiss each other thoroughly, tangling our tongues and caressing each other through our aftershocks.
Eventually he softens and flops on his back and my body immediately misses him.
Lying there together, I trail my fingers through his still-damp hair, enjoying the way he leans into my touch. “You know. I think I’m going to sell my houseboat once we find a place. I love it, but it’s not a long-term solution for us...”
“Maybe we keep it as our little hideaway. It’s nostalgic. Where we first touched pee-pees,” he teases, stroking my nipple with his thumb. It cracks me up how much he obsesses over my tits.
“Yeah, it’s a thought, but seriously, B. I want our own place.” Being around Brennan’s niece and nephews has given me baby fever, though. “I’m thinking we need an office. A great master suite. Cool yard. Great kitchen. A lot of en suite bedrooms…maybe even a little garden.”
“A garden?” He lifts his head to look at me.
“I like the idea.” I nuzzle his cheek. “Besides, you’re about to become one of those tech billionaires who buys a dozen properties with infinity pools and wine cellars. Might as well lean into it. Plus, I have a little nest egg to contribute, too.”
Brennan gazes at the ceiling like he’s actually picturing it. “How about settling down in Madison Park, keeping your houseboat and finding a vacation home somewhere quieter? Like the San Juan Islands? We could have it all.”
“Land moguls?” I tickle his scruff.
He shrugs. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I want to make sure we have a home base to raise our family. That is, if you want to have kids with me.”
There’s something in the way he questions it that makes my heart do a little flip. He’s not asking out of insecurity—it’s because he sees the future the same way I do.
“You’re sweet when you get all domestic.” I lean over to kiss him. “Of course we’re going to have kids. Wanna know what I’ve been thinking?”
“Of course.” He shifts to his side, propping himself up on his elbow with his eyes locked on mine.
I take a deep breath. “I’d like this to be my last season as a realtor.”
The words tumble out and I watch his face shift from confusion to realization.
“Wait, what? Are you serious?” He sits up.
I nod slowly, feeling the weight of the decision, but also the lightness of it. “C’mon. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You know I don’t love real estate. I’m sick of it, actually. Now that it’s officially ours, I’d like to focus on Reuniverse. Full-time. If we’re going to make it what we want it to be, I want to give it my attention.”
He blinks like he’s processing some new piece of information. “Amazing. I mean, I never wanted to pressure you to actually walk away from it.”
“I’ll keep my license.” I sit up across from him cross-legged. “I’ve built my reputation and business for many years and I’m happy to make commissions here and there from select clients. I can do all of that in my sleep, though. With Reuniverse, I’m reenergized. The only tech billionaire I want to spend my time with is you .”
He stares at me for a second like he’s trying to comprehend the enormity of how our next chapter could play out. “I don’t know what to say other than, wow.”
“Wow?” I quirk a brow.
“Yeah. Wow.” He leans over for a kiss. “It’s all I could hope for. You’re sure? You get off on closing deals.”
“I do love closing deals. I’ll love them more when we launch Reuniverse and I get to close deals to get the technology into everyone’s hands.” I grip his face and press my forehead to his.
His eyes soften and he leans in. “We’ve come a long way.”
We sit, holding on to each other. Basking in the afterglow of our love. Planning our future. Listening to the easy rhythm of the ocean outside the window filling the silence. Brennan and I are on the edge of our own epic life together and I don’t have to stress.
For once, I’m not anxious.
“Okay.” I pull back and stroke his leg. “Enough of this smarmy shit. We need to get ready. Our dinner reservations are coming up and if we’re late, we’re going to miss the last sunset of our vacation.”
He groans dramatically and rolls off the bed as he heads toward the shower. “Fine. Only because of the poke. God, I love poke.”
We shower together quickly and hurry to get ready.
As I slip into my sundress, I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror.
We’re both tanned, relaxed, and our hair a little sun-kissed. We look good together. We’re happy.
I’m exactly where I want to be.