CHAPTER 41 Sophie Summers
Cabanigans
We stayed out with Grace and Spencer later than we’d intended to, and Cassie booked excursions for the entire family at the final two ports of our trip. Today it’s a park in Honduras with something for everyone, and we’re all up and at ‘em nice and early with a meeting time of seven in the morning.
It’s far too early for vacation, but Miller and I force ourselves out of bed anyway since we don’t want to be the ones to ruin it for everyone else.
I take a short nap on the forty-five-minute drive from the port to the excursion, and our adventure begins.
There’s an area with “jump on your shoulder” monkeys that has most of the kids crying in fear, so they head to the pools where they spend the rest of the excursion.
Miller and I walk a suspension bridge with Tanner and Cassie, and we take in the gorgeous views all around us.
We have encounters with macaws and parrots as well as plenty of iguanas, and we’re all sun-kissed and exhausted by the time we’re back on the ship with just enough time to shower ahead of dinner time .
It feels like I’ve hardly had a moment alone with Miller, but I’m hopeful that’ll come after dinner.
In our cabana.
I skip the dinner drinks since I’m already tired and rum will just put me to bed early, and I go for a lighter dinner so I’m not too full for the cabana shenanigans we’ve affectionately titled our cabanigans .
It’s near the end of the meal, and I’ve just dug into a delicious lemon tart when Miller leans over and whispers, “I missed you today. Cabanigans?”
I raise my eyebrows. “Now?”
He nods slowly, and I giggle.
“Yep, definitely too full for this lemon tart,” I announce, setting my fork down.
He glances at his empty plate, and he looks around the table.
We’re at the adult-kids table with all the brothers again, and this is my favorite group to sit with at dinner.
We laugh through the whole meal, and Miller is more relaxed with his parents and mine at another table, which makes me feel more relaxed, too.
He slides his chair back and pushes to a stand, and he pulls my chair back, too, to help me up. He makes a big show of rubbing his stomach. “Stuffed after that amazing meal. We’re just going to head to the promenade. See you all around,” he says, and we take off before anyone asks any questions.
I’m already kissing his neck before he even gets the privacy shade down on our cabana, and I have no idea what the hell sort of magic is in this thing, but it’s the exact right combination to make me horny as hell.
I slide down into the pillows the second he has the shade tied into place. He moves over the top of me and bucks his hips against mine as his lips drop to my neck.
“God, I missed you today,” he says. He kisses me.
“We were together all day,” I remind him between kisses .
“Not like this,” he says, and his tongue starts to batter mine as his hips rock wildly against me.
We didn’t get a chance to have sex last night here in this cabana since we were interrupted, and then we were out late with an early wake-up call.
We haven’t been together since I found out that he’s been in love with me since high school.
And there’s something different between us. It’s a new intimacy, a new understanding that wasn’t there before. We’re closer and more connected than we’ve ever been, and it’s downright sexy.
He backs up and pulls the top of my dress down so my breasts are exposed, and he dives face-first into them, sucking my nipples into his mouth as my hips seek out his for some friction and the ache between my legs grows unbearable.
He teases my nipple with his tongue, and then he licks his way up my neck until his mouth is back on mine.
He kisses me as he uses his thumb to continue the intense pleasure he’s giving my tits, and then he lets go of me there to let his hand trail down to the hem of my dress.
He reaches beneath it and seeks out the edge of my panties only to find that I went without them tonight.
Again. For him. To give him easier access.
I knew that this moment was coming and that eventually I would be, too.
He growls softly into my ear as he slips a finger inside me, and it takes everything in me not to cry out with the intense feel of his finger when it’s all I’ve needed all day.
“Fuck me, Miller,” I whisper.
Maybe it’s the illicit nature of being in this cabana rather than in the privacy of our stateroom, but there’s something so hot about being in here with him where really anybody walking by could catch us .
They won’t. Nobody would actually open a closed cabana. But they could, and I think it might be the thought of that exhibitionism that’s so hot to me.
He pulls a condom out of his pocket and fumbles with his pants as he mutters. “Always prepared.”
“Just like a boy scout,” I murmur with a little chuckle.
“There’s nothing boyish about what I’m going to do to you.”
“Oh, trust me, I know. Now give it to me like the man you are,” I beg, and he laughs this wild, maniacal laugh as he pushes into me.
I’ve never been in a relationship where sex could be as fun as it could be serious . It was always so serious. But Miller somehow makes everything fun, too, and I think that’s part of what’s so addictive about being with him in this way.
He’s driving into me in this cabana, and it’s all I can do to lie back and take it quietly in case anyone is walking by outside.
And just as I have that thought, we both hear voices.
“Quick, before someone sees,” a female voice says, and I’m almost positive it’s Missy.
Miller stills inside me, and we both freeze so we’re not caught.
Honestly, I was too caught up in the moment to think that maybe another couple would bolt from the dinner table as quickly as we did.
We’re quiet as we listen to the sounds beside us, and it just feels… wrong having sex somewhere where two older people so close in relation to us are doing who knows what in there.
It would be one thing for one of Miller’s half-brothers to catch us. Parents? That’s another story.
“Let’s go to our room,” I whisper, and he slips out of me as he nods .
The ache between my legs is downright unbearable as he pushed me so damn close to release, and Miller must be suffering, too, as he zips himself back into his pants.
I cross my fingers that we don’t run into anybody we know as we quietly but quickly exit our cabana and start the long, long walk back to our stateroom.
The coast is not clear.
We have to walk right past the casino that Lincoln, Jolene, Asher, and Desi are all standing out in front of with drinks in their hands and no children with them.
“Kid-free date night!” Jolene tells us as we walk by them. “Want to join us? We’re going to play blackjack and get drunk!”
Miller laughs as he says, “Kid free and you’re going to the casino with your brother instead of taking your wife up to your stateroom for some privacy?
Good score, man.” He punches Asher lightly in the shoulder and elbows Lincoln, and I don’t know how the hell he can be so casual as he teases his brothers with a condom-encased, very hard cock that’s likely also pretty wet since he was just inside me and I was wetter than a waterslide in peak season.
But here we are.
His brothers laugh at the ribbing, and they’re still waiting for us to answer if we want to join them.
“We have plans,” Miller says to Jolene. “But thanks for the invitation.”
Jolene nods with a knowing smile, and we barely get a goodbye out over our shoulders as we continue making our way toward our stateroom.
It feels like it takes fifty years to get there, and maybe it’s because he stops halfway down our hall, pushes me up against the wall, and plants his lips on mine.
It’s a steamy, passionate kiss—the kind that just couldn’t wait until we got back to our room.
His hips buck to mine, and I let out a little moan, which seems to be the signal that we need to get moving.
He grabs my hand and practically runs down the hallway toward our room.
I walk in first, and he’s right on my heels as I peel off my dress while I beeline for the bed.
I lay down on it as he fumbles with getting his cock back out from his pants.
He drops those to the floor, and his shirt is somehow already off.
He’s on top of me a second later, shoving his way back inside me, both of us naked now as we finally get the chance to alleviate the powerful ache we both feel that only the other can alleviate.
He slams into me, both of us grunting at the feel of picking up right where we left off. He’s still hard. He’s still wearing a condom. I’m still wet. And my body is begging for release.
I cry out—something I couldn’t do in the cabana—as we find our rhythm together. The rhythm is slow and intense as he drives into me with a force that’s stronger than before. Every thrust against me feels harder than the one before, and it’s sending me into another level.
After all these months, my body is used to his size, but when he slams into me the way he is, it feels like he’s reaching a new place inside me. It’s hard and intense, a little edge of pain riding along with the powerful pleasure as he penetrates me in a hot, new way.
“Oh fuck, Soph,” he grunts. He pushes into me again and stays there a beat, his cock twitching inside me as he holds still, my walls clinging against him as I lift my arms above me and clutch onto the pillow.
“You feel so good,” I moan. He pulls back and pushes in hard again, holding himself still.
“I love when your cunt grabs onto my cock like that. So fucking greedy,” he says .
I can only moan in reply as he pulls back and slams in again, my eyes rolling back as I grip harder onto that pillow, the feeling like I’m going to come mere seconds away.
He leans down and sucks one of my tits into his mouth, and that’s it.
That’s everything I need to shatter into a million pieces beneath him on the bed.
I cry out his name as I start to come, and he helps me ride it out by picking up the pace, slamming into me over and over and over as I fly over the edge of bliss.
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes,” he groans as he starts to come, too, keeping up that wicked fast pace as he drives into me, and we ride out this climax together.
I’m still clutching onto the pillow as my body starts to calm down, and he’s still slamming into me as he comes. It feels so good as he keeps up the pace, his growls and grunts enough to spur me into a second orgasm.
“Oh, God! Miller!” I scream, and I let go of the pillow to clutch onto him, my nails digging into his skin as the second one hits me harder than the first. I think I might black out for a second from the pleasure as it falls over me like a blanket, enveloping me and surrounding me everywhere.
I don’t know which way is up. All I know is that Miller is still inside me, still thrusting into me, still pushing my body to these heights I’ve never known before.
God, I love him. I love what he does to me. I love how connected we are. I love the intimacy between us. And I really, really love coming while he’s inside of me.
Twice.
I’ve never been with a partner who made me feel like this, and I never, ever want to let it go.
It’s when he moves to pull out of me that something feels wrong .
It’s always wrong when he pulls out and leaves a chill in his wake, but this time, I feel not a chill but a warm heat as something drips out of me.
“Oh fuck,” he says, and there’s something urgent in his tone, but I can’t quite get a handle on what’s happening with the fog my brain is currently under.
“What?” I ask.
“Condom broke,” he mutters. “Shit.” He stands and walks over to the bathroom rather than lying beside me as has become his habit after sex, and I try to sit up, but a rush of dizziness plows into me.
I lay back down.
The condom broke?
I feel like I should stand, or go clean up, or something , but I can’t seem to make myself move. I’m some level beyond exhausted and sated after a double orgasm, and everything is a total blur.
Did he just say the condom broke?
The condom broke.
I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’m not on birth control.
I try to think rationally about my cycle and where I might be in it, but I’m in a sleepy, orgasmic brain fog. My last period was…a couple weeks ago? I think. I should be fine. We should be fine.
Except…what if we’re not?
Miller has told me he doesn’t want kids.
The reality of the situation is starting to hit me as I continue to feel his come dripping out of my pussy.
I guess it probably wasn’t the smartest move for him to fuck me in the cabana, tuck his cock away, and pull it back out with the same condom on to fuck me in the stateroom twenty minutes later .
Yet here we are.
And I have no idea what this is going to mean for the two of us…but I’m already scared based on his reaction that it’s not going to be good.