Christmas Candy(50)

I wanted to melt into the couch.

“Come on, Michael. Don’t you have a woman to mar— Jesus, you are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.” Craig’s voice.

I smiled in what I thought was his direction.

“Ok, all boys out. Go. Now.” Daisy barked orders.

“I love you,” I said.

Michael patted around until he found my hand again and dropped another reverent kiss on the back of it. “I love you, too, Jess. See you at the altar.”





Jess





I turned over, letting the warm sun play along my back.

“All right, all right, all right.” Michael did his best Matthew McConaughey impression and grabbed the bottle of sun screen. “Do you have any idea how much I love it when it’s time to re-apply?”

“I think I have a pretty good idea, yes. Especially given that I haven’t gotten so much as a single tan line the entire time we’ve been here.” I laughed as he undid the clasp at the back of my bikini top and started slathering me with lotion.

“You’re fair. I like your skin just like it is. Well, I like to add bite marks from time to time.” He moved his hands lower, going much further than necessary into my bottoms with the sunscreen.

He’d given me plenty of bite marks during the three days we’d been in this paradise. We were honeymooning on a small island off the coast of Thailand. The sun was warm every day, the water lapping gently at the shore. It was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen.

But the nights were by far the best part. Michael and I seemed to be on a non-step sex binge ever since the preacher pronounced us husband and wife. He’d taken me into one of the antechambers right after the ceremony and made it official before the reception. Then again after the reception. Then again once we reached our hotel that night.

I sighed as he continued rubbing the lotion down my legs. I should have felt self conscious, I supposed, given that I was curvier than the models he used to date. I wasn’t. He always made me feel beautiful, no matter what I was wearing or how I thought I looked. I smiled as he lotioned each toe and giggled when he put his fingers in-between them.

“Stop! You know I can’t handle that. It’s tickle torture.”

“Have to cover all my bases, wildcat. Any red on this gorgeous body will be coming from my hands, not the sun.” Once he was satisfied that even the strongest rays weren’t going to touch me, he lay back on his divan. Adjusting his sunglasses, he said, “I can’t wait for you to flip over again.”

Given that the last time I flipped to my back, he’d pulled down my bottoms and fucked me hard until I came screaming his name, I couldn’t wait, either.

We had the entire swath of beach to ourselves. He’d planned our honeymoon to perfection. The villa where we were staying was far too large for just the two of us, but he’d wanted the best – best house, best beach, best food. I was stuffed in more ways than one every night.

I eventually dozed off to the sound of the gentle waves and woke to him standing over me.

“Let’s go up, Mrs. Williams. Your snoring is cute, but your stomach growling means it’s time to eat.”

I sat up and stretched. “I don’t snore.”

“Sure you don’t.” He pulled me to my feet and we climbed the steps to the house.

Ms. Pim was already cooking when we walked through the kitchen.

“Smells great,” I said as she smiled. She was small and maybe sixty years old or so. She lived in the villa year-round and took care of all the guests. I’d grown so fond of her that I kind of wanted to kidnap her and bring her back with us to San Diego.

“Let’s change and then eat and then I’d like to eat again in private.” Michael scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder.

I beat at his back, but he just laughed and carried me to our bedroom on the second floor. He put me down and I scurried into the bathroom, still not quickly enough to avoid his swat on my ass.

“What do you want to wear out of the black suitcase?”

“Umm.” I swiped my hair up into a high ponytail and removed my bathing suit, hanging it on the glass door to the shower. “The pink cover up, I guess.” I rinsed my face with cool water.

“I have no idea what that even…” He trailed off.

“What is it?” I walked back into our room. Michael was sitting naked on the bed with a business card in his hand.

“What’s that?” I pulled out a pair of panties from the suitcase and put them on, but he didn’t move, just stared at the card.

I sat down next to him. “Michael? You okay?”

His green eyes met mine. “Who’s Big Stick?”