"Uh, Violet?"
She sets the basket down beside her as she settles back on her heels. "Yes, Alex?"
"What's going on here?" I smooth my hand up her thigh, but before I can get anywhere good, she rises up on her knees.
"I made my beaver a veil!" She thrusts her hips forward so I can get a better look. It's a mini replica of the one she's wearing on her head.
"So you did." I laugh, because of course Violet made a veil for her beaver. "How is that even on there?"
"I used double-sided tape." She flicks at it with her fingertip, making the material flutter.
Under the white gauzy fabric are letters. I lift it to find the words Beave + MC stamped with black block letters.
I palm her ass, laughing. "C'mere. I wanna show the beave how much I love her."
"Wait! We have to have a ceremony first!"
"What?"
"The beave and Super MC-I have a ceremony planned. Don't worry, I'll be quick. Then they can hug it out."
I lie back, because honestly, she wouldn't be the woman I love if she didn't do things like this.
She opens the basket and peers inside. Then she plucks something out and puts it behind her back. "Close your eyes."
"You're not going to tie anything to my dick, are you?"
"Nope. No tying."
I do as I'm asked. Violet gives my erection, which is at full mast, a long, slow stroke. I peek through a slit in one lid when I feel the light brush of her veil-the one on her head-on my abs. It's followed by her humid breath on the head of my cock, and the soft press of her lips. I groan when she takes me in her mouth, but just up to the ridge.
"Violet, baby, if you're going to give me a blow job while you're wearing all this, I'd really like to watch." I'm still peeking-because fuck missing this-but it mostly looks like my eyes are closed.
She shifts so I'm looking at her veil and her hair, like she knows I'm not really following directions. "Don't worry, Alex. You'll get to watch me blow you soon enough."
She sucks on the head again, and I groan. I can't shove my hands in her hair because she's wearing the veil. A strange ticklish sensation follows. And then her mouth is on me again. Her warm, wet tongue strokes the length of my entire cock, all the way around. Something smooth and cool is wrapped around me; it's unfamiliar. Violet sits back on her heels again. She's smiling.
I look down at my dick. He currently has eyes, but this time they look like the candy ones, and again there's a mustache. And he's blue.
"Uh … "
"It's his superhero suit!" Violet pulls something else out of the basket. "And here's his cape!"
"Is that a Fruit Roll-Up?"
"Yup! Smart, right? No snuffie suffocation this time, and it's edible!" She licks the edge of the cape and attaches it to the suit.
"You're crazy."
"You love me anyway."
"This is true."
She grabs her camera phone, and I don't stop her when she snaps a few shots of my artificial fruit flavor-wrapped dick. She gets a few more with her veil-covered beaver in the shot as she performs a "ceremony."
I take the last shot, which is of her hovering over my cock so the tip kisses her clit. It's ridiculous, and I'm about ready to get inside her.
"You done with your photoshoot? We've been married almost twenty-four hours, and I haven't made love to my wife yet."
"I really love it when you call me wife, husband."
I toss the phone aside and rearrange her legs so she's straddling me. I sit up so I can kiss her. At the same time, I reach around behind her and flick the clasp on her bra.
I kiss my way from her shoulder up her neck to her mouth. "How about Mrs. Violet Waters? You like that, too?"
"I really like that." Violet moans and rubs up against me. Unfortunately, all the Fruit Roll-Up action is muting the sensation.
"We need to get rid of the costume."
"I was planning to eat it off." Violet pushes on my chest so I lie back again. Her nose wrinkles at the way the cape is now stuck to the suit. "Hmm, maybe not the part that's all wet now."
She starts peeling it away; some comes off easily, but other stuff is stuck pretty good to my shaft. I'm not going to complain as she sucks the little candies off the head and then goes about licking and sucking the bits of blue off. As bizarre as it is, it feels amazing.
There are stains left behind, and her tongue is blue when she's done, along with her lips. She reaches into her basket of tricks and pulls out a washcloth so she can clean me up.
"Looks like you thought of everything. What else you got in there?" I grab the basket and check out the contents. It's full of sex toys and lube and all sorts of amazing things. One item in particular catches my eye. It's still in the package. "What's going on here?"
"Shit. I didn't mean for that to be in there." She tries to grab it out of my hand, but I hold it out of reach.
"When did you get it?"
"Charlene bought it for me. We're not Area 51-ing the first time we have married sex." She goes for it again, so I pull her down to my chest, then I roll over on top of her. Parts of me still feel sticky as I fit myself between her legs.
I toss the package to the floor. "We'll pretend I didn't see that. Okay?"
"Okay?" It's more question than anything.
"The only thing I want to do is love you right now."
She runs her fingers through my hair and hooks her legs around my waist. "I like the sound of that."
We kiss until we're breathless and my desire to be inside her is too strong to deny.
The crash of the ocean against the rocks, the soft lilt of birds, the whisper of leaves brushing against each other in the breeze fade away as Violet's sweet sighs turn into moans.
I can't wait to love this woman forever.
Epilogue
All The Loves
VIOLET
Two summers later
It's a gorgeous day at the Chicago cottage. Training camp starts in less than a month, so we're getting in all the relaxation time we can. Alex's contract runs out at the end of this coming season, but there are lots of interested teams, so he's not worried.
I'm about to head to the dock when Alex comes down the stairs. I stop arranging fruit for a second to watch him because he's shirtless and always so damn hot.
The paring knife in my hand clatters to the table. "What the-"
"Ready to go swimming?" He pauses on the bottom stair and strikes a pose.
"You can't be serious."
"About swimming? It's eight million degrees out, Violet. What else would we do on a perfect day like this?"
"I mean you can't be serious with that." I gesture to his bathing attire.
His hands go to his hips, Superman style. "I don't see anything wrong with my suit. It's aerodynamic."
It's aerodynamic all right. Alex is wearing a red Speedo. Through the tight fabric I can see the entire outline of Super MC, including the ridge at the head. We're not alone. No one can ever be adequately prepared for the Super MC in all his ridge-outlined glory.
"There's too much penis going on, Alex. You'll scare people with that." There's so much business. I have no idea how he's managing to keep himself in there. There will be some kind of wardrobe malfunction before the end of the day.
Buck appears at the top of the stairs, along with a weebling Logan. His mop of white blond hair and dimpled smile draw my attention away from Alex's ridiculous spandex atrocity.
Logan puts his arms out. "Up! Up! Dada!"
Buck hoists him up and ambles down the stairs. Logan is a tank. He's definitely going to be a hockey boy, just like his dad.
"Oh my God. What the hell is that?" I point at Buck's junk and then look away.
"Like it, Vi?"
I thought Alex's Speedo action was bad, but it's got nothing on the thing Buck has containing his man unit. Containing is not really the right word. It's like he tied a pouch around his parts and is calling it a bathing suit.
"Can the two of you please, for the love of penis, go put on regular bathing suits? We have people coming over who aren't exposed to your crazy on a regular basis."
Sunny comes out of the bathroom with a sigh. She's pregnant again, and it's the vomiting stage. She has several more months before the baby wreaks havoc on her vagina, but in the meantime he or she is testing her ability to hold down food.
"Mama!" Logan pushes away from Buck and waddle-runs over to her on his chubby, unsteady legs. He has two speeds, run and bolt. He attaches himself to Sunny's leg.
"Is this some kind of competition?" she asks when she takes in the horror of our husbands.
"I think they want to know who can embarrass themselves the most in one weekend."