We’re both still naked from when we made love earlier. Neither of us bothered to put clothes back on. I plan on taking her at least once more on this before taking her back into the hut and starting all over again.
“The hammock was a good call,” she says, handing me the beer back and lying back down on my chest.
“Definitely an added bonus.”
I had some of the workers from the hotel come out and add a few things since I knew we’d be out here for a week. This was one of my better ideas.
“I think we should get one of these for back home,” she says, her hand moving to my cock.
I’m still hard from the last time I took her, but her hand on me never fails to get a reaction.
“I think if we had one of these back home, we might have the cops called on us.”
Madeline leans up, straddling me, and sinks down onto my thickness. She’s slow to lower herself, neither of us in a rush to a climax. We’re just making love when we feel like it, lazily moving together. I hold her hips and move inside her as the breeze blows the swing a little. It’s paradise.
“We might give Mrs. Conner a heart attack. You know how she likes to look at your ass.”
I raise my eyebrow and give her a smirk. “I only want one woman looking at my body. And she’s currently riding my cock.”
She leans down and places her lips on mine, smiling as she kisses me.
“Good answer,” she says, sitting back up.
I reach up and cup her breasts, squeezing them and plucking at her nipples. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She blushes a little and touches my cheek. “Thank you for bringing me back here, Kenton. This island is something special.”
Epilogue
Kenton
About nine months later…
“That island is cursed!”
Madeline is screaming at me, and I’m just sitting beside the hospital bed, nodding my head and trying not to wince at the pain in my hand.
“Triplets! That island gave me triplets!”
The nurses are walking around the room trying to keep her comfortable and give her everything she needs, but Madeline wanted to do a natural birth, so drugs are out of the question.
We knew early on that this pregnancy was different than our first one. When we went for our first ultrasound, we both nearly collapsed in shock at what the doctor told us. Natural triplets. It’s almost impossible, but we’d done it. We were about to go from one child to four. Madeline blamed a week at the island, saying that’s how we only had one last time. She said that we stayed too long and babies just kept being made.
I had to admit I felt a little pride at knocking her up three times on the island, but hey, I’m a dude. Madeline went from ecstatic to hysterical at the drop of a hat. I think we were both overwhelmed, but as the pregnancy progressed we were happy that she and all three babies were healthy.
She had a scheduled C-section, but her water broke in the middle of the night last night. We came straight to the hospital. We’d discussed this with the doctor, and Madeline said if her body went into labor, she wanted to give it the opportunity to give birth naturally.
So here I am, white-knuckling the hospital bed with one hand while the other is being used as Madeline’s stress ball.
“Just breathe, sweets.”
“Don’t you ‘sweets’ me right now, Monroe,” she says. “This is all your fault. You did this to me.”
“Baby, if I remember, most of the time you were doing it to me on the island.”
The nurse beside us snorts, and Madeline gives me the death stare.
“You’re right,” I say, hoping that will fix whatever I just did wrong.
“Okay. Looks like it’s time,” the doctor says.
Suddenly Madeline looks at me with a panic on her face, and I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’ve got you, Madeline.”
“Call me by my name,” she says, sounding scared.
“I’ve got you, sweets. I’ve always got you.”
Epilogue
Madeline
Five years later…
I’m sitting back on the lounge chair in the backyard watching our kids run around. Mark and his wife, Lori, just got here and came out back to sit down beside me. Their two boys run out to play with their cousin in the tree house and we laugh as our four girls tell them they have to say the password.
Our girls give us a run for our money, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Kenton is so patient with all of them and even braids their hair. I don’t know how he puts up with all the drama, but I suspect he likes it. He says I’m the reason they are so beautiful, and I love hearing that. Even though I think all of the girls look like him, he says they look like me.