Chapter 8 #2
We sit on the balcony of our hotel suite and watch the sun set on the first night of our honeymoon. Kate’s been quiet for a while, so I tilt her chin up and look into her eyes to see if I can find out why.
“What?” she asks with a chuckle. “Do I have sand in my hair still?”
I shake my head and smile as the thought of the two of us making love down on our private beach earlier drifts through my head. I’ve always wondered what sex on the sand was like.
Someone should have warned me it isn’t what everyone thinks it is before they experience it.
“No, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to have sand in my pants for days.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “I’m worried about my nooks and crannies. That sand got everywhere! Why don’t people who’ve had beach sex tell the rest of us so we don’t make the same mistake? I’d think one of your brothers would have mentioned it to you.”
Suddenly, I remember what Marius said to me about her sister right before the ceremony. I sit up and face my wife, shaking my head in disbelief to this moment.
“Oh, my God. Do you know what my brother told me as we were walking down to the ceremony today? He and your sister were together. Like sleeping together at some point.”
Confusion fills her expression as she stares at me with her mouth open. “What? Which brother? When? They’re all with someone, Ronan.”
“I don’t know when it happened, but Marius said he and Kelly spent a week together one summer before she ghosted him. That explains why he always seemed to not like her. Any idea why she doesn’t like him?”
Kate shrugs. “No idea. She’s just never had a nice thing to say about him. I wonder when this week together happened.”
“I don’t know. I still can’t believe it, honestly.”
She snuggles up against my side and puts her head on my chest. “Your best man and my maid of honor hooked up and spent a week together doing God only knows what, knowing him. I can’t believe she didn’t tell me, though. When we get back, I’m getting the full details.”
I kiss her softly on the top of her head and sigh. “That can wait. In the meantime, it’s just you and me and no more sex on the beach.”
Kate tilts her head back to look at me and smiles. “Oh, definitely.”
“This balcony seems like a pretty good spot,” I suggest, nuzzling her neck.
A blush makes her cheeks red. Sitting up, she looks around to see how secluded it is and then back at me. “It seems like we’re alone.”
I don’t bother to mention off in the distance there’s another hotel facing this one. Who cares if anyone sees a husband and wife have sex? It’s Aruba, we walked by at least half a dozen couples having sex on the sand just today, and I paid enough to be able to enjoy honeymoon sex with my wife.
“Does it really matter if we aren’t?” I playfully ask as I lift her onto my lap.
Again, she blushes in that sweet way I will love forever. “I guess not.”
“Good. I doubt anyone is watching here anyway. You don’t care, do you?”
Kate pulls her sundress over her head to reveal she’s entirely naked underneath. “No. Do you?”
I want to tell her that men don’t care about being seen naked in public. Or private. Or anywhere, for that matter. We’re pretty base creatures when it comes right down to it.
As I trail my fingertips over her breasts and belly, I shake my head. “All I care about is you.”
She lifts herself off me to push aside my shorts and slowly lowers down onto my hard cock. When I’m fully inside her, she sighs and leans forward to kiss me. “And all I care about is you, Ronan. I love you. I feel like I’ve always loved you.”
“There’s never been anyone but you, Kate.”
“I know, honey. We were meant for each other.”
I watch her ride me and let myself enjoy the gorgeous view of my wife. She’s always been the only woman I ever wanted, and now that she’s mine officially, I’m never letting her go.
Then an idea comes to me.
“Since it’s the first night of our honeymoon, I say we should do something new.”
Kate stops and looks at me oddly. “New? I’m intrigued.”
I slide my left arm around her body to hold her up as I stand. Unsure what I’m doing, she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Ronan, when you said new, you didn’t mean hanging me off the ledge of this penthouse floor, did you?” she asks with wide eyes full of fear.
Smiling, I shake my head as I walk us over toward the wall at the back of the balcony. “I said new, not daredevil. I leave that kind of thing to Kellen.”
Relief washes over her, and she relaxes against my body. “Okay. I trust you.”
I kiss her as I gently press her back against the wall next to the glass doors leading inside. “Happy honeymoon, Mrs. King.”
My new wife holds on to my shoulders while I pump into her, our moans drowning out any sounds from the world around us.
She feels perfect, just as she always has, and as we race toward that final moment when each of us finally finds release, we search for one another’s mouths.
We’re raw and needy to come. For tonight, it’s hard and fast, but that’s okay.
We have forever. I’m hers and she’s mine, just the way we dreamed it would be all those years ago when we were in high school.
When we’re done, Kate rests her head on my shoulder and lets out a heavy sigh. “Happy honeymoon, Mr. King. What do you say we try that again inside on something softer?”
I love the way this woman thinks. God, I’m a lucky man.