Back to You(20)

I wrap my legs around his torso and give into the moment, but just as I tilt my head so my mouth can find his, we’re interrupted by a loud car horn.

“Shit! That must be the shuttle.” He unlocks my ankles from behind his back, running his hands all the way up to my thighs and leaving me aching for more. “It pains me to say it, but this will have to wait ‘till later,” he says it with a frown fit for a sullen little boy. Adorable. We’ve had sex more times in the last few days then we have since we’ve gotten back together. He’s insatiable. All because of me. That makes me smile.

“Don’t worry, baby. Not too much later,” I hum, stroking the thick bulge that’s formed in his Dockers. “We’re gonna christen that vineyard.”





It was Mia’s idea to take the shuttle so that we could both enjoy the wine tour and not have to worry about sobering up to drive back to the house. It seemed like a stellar idea at the time, but now, sharing this cramped, smelly, van-like vehicle with three other couples—let me rephrase that: three other weird couples—I’m wishing we’d taken our own car.

Mia sidles closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. Call me a snob, but I’ve tried to avoid small talk with our solo-vacation intruders for the last fifteen minutes. That is until Mr. Body Builder and his Gucci-toting wife strike up a conversation.

“So, have ya’ll been here before?” the bleach blonde asks while scanning me and Mia and the other two couples.

Mia answers first, “Nope. This is our first time here. It’s our anniversary.”

Everyone, including the bulky too-tan mammoth sitting next to his trophy wife, lets out an “awwwww” in unison.

Bleach Blonde continues with the questions, “How long ya’ll married? I’ll bet it’s only a year… ya’ll are so young lookin’.”

Mia lets out a tiny laugh, huffing though her nose. “Well, thank you, I’d like to think we are still young, but we’re celebrating five years.”

Blondie clasps her hands together and looks over to her own husband. “Oh, Daddy, just like us! And it looks like they’re still in the honeymoon stages too.” She gives her brawny husband a peck on the cheek and he lets out a grunt. Can’t tell if that’s a positive thing or not.

The older couple ping-pong looks between me and Mia and then Gucci and Daddy. Yeah, lady, other than the five year thing, we have nothing in common. Still mentally appraising us, the plump woman clutches her fanny pack and says, “We’ve been married almost thirty. Our kids sent us on this trip for Steven’s birthday. The big six five,” she gloats, tapping big Steve on the shoulder. “You have any little ones?”

The blonde jumps right in with her irritating southern drawl, “Nah. Not yet. Me and Daddy wanna see the world before we tie ourselves down to lil’ ones. Just last month we went on one of those African safari thingies. Mosquitos up the wazoo, but what an experience! Next, we’re doin’ a European cruise for the holidays. I can’t wait to eat a real Italian pizza!” She enunciates Italian wrong—making the I long instead of short. It actually hurts my ears. But her eyes glass over with enthusiasm as she drones on about her plans. I won’t lie—I can’t help feel a little envious.

“What about you two?” she asks, nudging Mia with her elbow. “You’d make gorgeous lil’ ones… with his eyes and your complexion… holy molasses they’d be just stunnin’.”

Mia tangles her fingers in mine and then answers, “Yes. We have two little girls. Cara’s four and Charlie—Charlotte—is two. They’re home with their grandparents. I actually kinda miss them,” she admits, looking to me for approval.

“Ohmygoodness! Two little girls under the age of five? Ya’ll are nuts! I’m too selfish to share big Daddy with babies yet. I like our freedom and being able to just pick up and go wherever, whenever we want.”

The quiet couple stares out the window, still ignoring the conversation, but I can’t help notice an eye roll from the husband. Yup—parents. I can spot ‘em a mile away.

The older couple just shrugs their shoulders.

Mia tenses up, her grip on my hand tightening.

I sit back and watch as she gets her defense on.

“No, I wouldn’t say we’re nuts. My girls certainly have their moments, but I wouldn’t change a thing about when we had them or how close in age they are. Don’t get me wrong, traveling from country to country like carefree newlyweds sounds rather appealing, but those little girls are our lives. And you’re right—we do make stunners. They’re absolutely gorgeous!”