Chapter Twenty Perfect
Perfect
Samantha
AWEEK ON A SECLUDED CARIBBEAN island has done wonders for my tan, not to mention my sex life.
My husband’s unquenchable desire for me is only matched by my limitless desire for him.
If this wasn’t a private island, we would have been arrested by now.
I thought impromptu sex in Joseph’s office was our thing.
Apparently, we’ve progressed to beaches, the ocean, sun loungers, jet skis—yes, we fell in—hammocks, sail boats, catamarans, palm trees—yes, I have the bruises to prove it—and of course every room, surface, and piece of furniture in our cabana.
I use the term cabana loosely. It’s more like a beach-front mansion made to look like a hut and blend in with its surroundings.
It comes complete with full-time, very discreet—never see them unless you need something—staff.
Our every meal, need, whim, desire, is fully provided for by little mice I’ve only seen twice.
Oh, and did I mention this very private secluded Caribbean island is now ours?
Yeah, so Joseph was researching honeymoon destinations and ran across this gem that happened to be for sale.
So, he bought it and plans to lease it to MCI for its executive employees to enjoy—namely Joseph’s family.
It’s like a high-end timeshare for the rich. The very rich McIntyres.
Pinch me. Seriously. Pinch me.
As if my Adonis can read my mind, he rises from the water like Poseidon.
His abs glistening like cut diamonds, mask and fins dangling from his hands, water dripping from his torso—though, reluctantly, I’m sure—he whips his hair out of his eyes and blesses me with a panty-dropping smile. “Hi, Sweetness.”
“Hey, Caveman. How’s the water?”
“Lonely without you.” He plops beside me on the double lounger. “How’s the book?” He places a cool wet kiss on my shoulder and then my lips.
“Disappointing compared to our romance.” Truly.
“Yeah?” He seems surprised.
“Yeah.” I run my fingers through his hair. “No book boyfriend can compare to you.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He shakes his head, spraying me with cold droplets.
I giggle and screech, but honestly, it feels amazing on my sun-heated skin.
“You were napping earlier when I spoke to Michael. Let’s grab some lunch, and I’ll fill you in.”
Sitting on the covered veranda, the cool ocean breeze keeps the heat at bay, and Joseph, seated next to me feeding my body and soul, is nearly as perfect as it gets.
“As you know, everything is wrapped up with Lydia and Tiff. They’ve signed the papers. Tiff is still in Austin, and Lydia has moved home to Connecticut. Michael feels certain those two won’t be a problem in the future.”
“That’s great news. I wish them well, but hope never to see or hear of them again.
” Though, I never did meet or see Tiff, and I’m perfectly fine with that.
If I ever do see her—I’ll punch her—no doubt in my mind about that.
She raped my man. He may not remember it, but we all know it, and I will never forget or forgive her. She had better keep her ass in Austin.
He kisses my hand and feeds me a slice of mango followed by pineapple. “Oh, and I have news on how Veronica obtained my blue tie.”
“Really? How?”
“Remember I told you about her pretending to be a British tourist that night you didn’t make the happy hour?”
“Yeah.”
“Michael checked the video feed from the bar. It turns out that was the last time I wore that tie. It was rolled up in my jacket pocket, hanging on the back of my bar stool. Veronica snagged it when I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Wow. So that’s it, right? There’s no more outstanding questions.”
“Yep, that was the last loose end.” He looks relieved. I know he has to be glad to have this behind us. I know I am.
“Did he have any more news on Veronica?”
“They’ve got some leads on her brother, Spencer. They haven’t found him yet, but feel they’re close.”
“God, I pray they find him.”
“Me too. As for Veronica, she’s settled in her new place and has registered at UTA for the Spring semester.
She’s also going to counseling twice a week.
Michael and Victor have been checking on her weekly and feel she’s making progress, positive changes toward working through her past and making plans for the future.
She wants to be a counselor for abused children. ”
“Wow. That’s amazing. She’ll probably be really good at it.
” I tear up at the thought of where she came from and the potential of where she can go if she chooses.
“She’ll be great for kids going through what she did.
No one will understand them like she will.
And she’s smart and devious—they won’t be able to pull the wool over her eyes.
She’ll know their tricks and help them navigate to their own healing. ”
“Sweetness.” The look on his face has me turning toward him.
“What?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Do you hear yourself?”
I frown, not understanding what he’s saying; of course, I hear myself. I’m the one speaking.
He pushes his chair back and pulls me into his lap. “Do you not see how amazing you are?”
“What are you talking about? We weren’t even talking about me. We’re talking about Veronica.”
His look is indulgent and tender as he tips my chin to look in my eyes.
“Veronica did lots of nasty things to you to hurt you, yet you don’t hold it against her.
You’ve gone out of your way to ensure she has a future.
A future that you’re rooting for, like a proud parent or a good friend. You don’t think that’s remarkable?”
“What kind of person would I be if I couldn’t see past the hurtful things she did?
Accurate or not, from her perspective, I took away the only light in her life when Jace cut her off.
Was that my fault? No. Would it have happened if she had been nice to me?
No. But she felt threatened and acted out the only way she knew how to protect what was precious to her.
Jace.” I touch Joseph’s cheek. “I would do anything to protect you, my husband. Love is fierce and territorial.”
“But you wouldn’t have used your body to get what you wanted.”
“No. But I also wasn’t raped when I was eleven by the man who was supposed to protect me, keep me safe, and show me how a woman should be treated. She doesn’t know how to use her body except as a weapon. I’m hoping through therapy she’ll learn.”
He pulls me into his chest, holding me tightly.
“You’re remarkable, Samantha. You make me want to be a better man, a man who deserves you and deserves to be a father to the children we’ll have—especially a daughter.
” His teary eyes lock on mine. “Our daughters will know how a man should treat them. And our sons will know how to treat a woman, starting with their sisters and their mother. I promise you that.”
I swallow my emotions. “Daughters? Sons? Plural? Exactly how many children do you want, Mr. McIntyre?”
His hand slides up my leg as his eyes move down my body. He fingers his tattoo hidden under my bikini bottoms. “As many as this sweet body will give me.”
My arms wrap around his neck, and I run my nose along his. “Maybe we should practice, to be sure we’ve got it down when we’re ready to start trying.”
“Fuck me,” he hisses under his breath.
“Yes, please.”
Joseph
The sun reaches through my sleepy haze. It’s early, too early.
The warmth cuddled against me urges me to wake up and seize the day—or at least her ass—as I burrow my way deep inside her sweet pussy.
My hand roams over her body as I stretch and blink against the morning light, fully opening my eyes for the first time.
She stretches and moans, pushing her ass into my awaiting erection—morning wood—gotta love it, especially when you have someone to share it with. And lucky for me, I have someone for the rest of my life.
“Good morning, Sweetness.” I kiss along her neck.
“Morning, Caveman.” She turns in my arms, her plump breasts nestled against my chest, her eyes locked on mine as her face tips upward.
“Do you know I could spend the rest of my life like this, with you in my arms?” I cup a breast and bend to lick and suck her nipple, relishing her gasp and thrust of her hips toward my cock. “Except I’d be cock deep inside you at all times.”
“Hmm.” She moans as I slip down to take care of her other breast. “It might be hard to walk like that.”
“Who needs to walk? We’ll have people bring us what we need. We can take bathroom breaks, but other than that, I don’t see why it’s not possible.”
“I don’t know that I can find any fault in that plan.” She rolls to her back on a stretch.
I settle between her thighs, continuing to dine on her breasts.
Her hands knead and pull at me as her legs run up and down mine.
It’s a slow and gentle build. A lazy morning of gasps and sighs, caresses and exploration, moans and beckoning.
As my mouth moves to claim hers, my cock slides inside, nestling in its rightful place, what it was made to do—who it was made for.
“Joseph,” she moans, wrapping her legs round me.
“My beautiful girl.” My tongue delves deeper as my cock rocks home over and over again.
When she chants my name mixed with “oh god,” I know she’s close. My balls tingle in anticipation, holding out for that final signal that presents itself when she squeezes my cock as she comes undone and milks me, taking my seed, leaving me in a state of bliss.
On a groan, I roll to my back, pulling her close. From our bed, we can see the aqua blue of the ocean with sailboats floating across the horizon. It’s heaven here. I can’t believe I bought this island—a fucking island—for a steal. It was pure luck—preparation meets opportunity.
My Sweets slips out of bed and into the bathroom. I wander out on the deck and pee out over the side, watering the green bushes.
“You’re such a boy.” My girl giggles from behind me.
“You’d do it if you could.”
She laughs again. “Yeah, I probably would.”
I go inside to wash up and brush my teeth. I join her at the railing—where we’ve found ourselves every morning of our two weeks’ stay—kiss her shoulder and nuzzle up to her naked backside. “What do you want to do on our last day?”
“I think I’d like more of what we just did.” She looks over her shoulder and kisses my cheek. “If it’s all the same to you.”
My hands travel around her front, finding a nipple and slipping into her wet heat. “Sweets, didn’t I make it clear I could spend a lifetime inside you and it wouldn’t be near enough?”
She arches into my hands, her ass pushing back on my balls, my cock hard against her back.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whisper in her ear.
She widens her stance and sighs when I run my fingers through her wet pussy, spreading her juices to her ass.
“Oh, god,” she moans.
I nibble on her ear, lick the shell, and suck on her lobe. All while my thumb rubs her rosebud. “I want in here today, Sweets.”
“Joseph.”
“Shh, only my finger, baby.” We’ve never gone further than that. Eventually, I’d like to claim her ass, but for now, I’ll take this. I kiss her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
When I pull away, she slumps against the railing, her body already revved up, ready to take me, ready to go off.
Returning, I trail kisses along her back, working my way down to her ass and then to her pussy. Nudging her legs apart, I lick her until her legs are shaking and she’s begging me to fuck her. I love my girl and how hot she gets.
Standing, I lube up my finger and her ass.
My other hand plays with her clit, slowly, enough to keep her on edge but not enough to send her over.
Taking her ass gets easier each time, soon she’s pushing back, ready for me, begging for me to fill her up.
My cock bobs, doing its own begging. “That’s it, Sweets. Push again and let me in.”
“Oh, fuck!” she screams as my fingers breeches her ass and slip inside her pussy.
“Your ass is so hot and tight, baby. And your pussy is so wet and succulent, clenching my fingers with need.” Fuck. I’m so turned on.
“Caveman, I want you inside me.”
I alternate my fingers, in her ass, out her pussy. “I am inside you.”
Squeezing the railing, she thrusts her pelvis like she’s aching for more. “I want your cock.”
She whimpers when I suck on her neck. “You’ll have my cock soon enough, but I want you to come like this first.”
I pick up the tempo, massaging her clit with my palm.
“Oh, god.” Her head falls back, resting on my chest.
“I’m desperate for you, Samantha. Come for me, so I can sink inside my heaven.”
“Joseph.” Her hips gyrate, grinding against my palm.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that. Come all over my hand, baby.” I increase the pace, suck and bite on her neck, shoulder, ear—anywhere I can reach.
Her whole body is trembling, and I worry her legs will give out, but before they do, she takes flight. “Oh, my god.”
I hold onto her, slip my finger out of her ass, continue finger-fucking her pussy until her contractions subside. I kiss and nuzzle her neck, telling her how amazing she is and how fucking sexy she is.
Cradling her in my arms, I take her back to bed, lay her down, then wash my hands and grab a warm washcloth to take care of her.
I’d planned to have her ride my cock on a balcony chair. But truly, I want her in bed, underneath me, face to face, so I can see her, kiss her, and make love to her in my favorite way—with her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me like she can’t get me close enough.
I’m horny as hell and could pound away at her, but I don’t. I kiss her tenderly, pulling her back from her orgasm-fog. I want her with me. Always with me. Always beside me. Never behind me. Not in front of me, but beside me—with me.
Partners.
Soul mates.
Husband and wife.
The yin to my yang.
My Sweetness to her Caveman.
I sink in slowly, she arches to meet me—pulling me in—welcoming me home.
My girl.
My love.
My Sweetness
My Sweets.
My baby.
My wife.
Forever.
Always.
I do.