Unable to keep her head up, Casey laid it in her outstretched arm. I dropped my head next to hers. We were apatheticpair.
“Thank you,” Iwhispered.
“You’re welcome.” She reached up and rubbed mytemples.
Casey’s phone went off with a rapid succession of buzzes. “Who keepstextingme?”
“Um, I’m thinkingTeresa.”
“How did she get mynumber?”
“I’ll give you one guess,” I said, pointing my finger at her inaccusation.
“Well, you should have stopped me,” she said, burping up a party favor. Her face turned green, and she sat for a brief moment, no doubt trying to establish which direction the contents were going. Once the determination was made, she sprinted off to thebathroom.
* * *
The last coupledays of our honeymoon were spent sequestered in our suite. We’d had enough adventure for the week and were content just to float in the water and enjoy the time we had left alone together. On our last day in paradise, I swam while Casey lay by the pool’s edge and soaked up the rays. Diving down under the water line, I kicked off the side of the wall and torpedoed myself underwater, surfacing just aboveCasey.
“Well, hey there, hunk,” she said, recovering nicely from my sudden, watery intrusion into herpeacefulnap.
“Hey there, girl in the yellow bikini. You wanna get nakedwithme?”
“I might be able to be persuaded… with the rightforeplay.”
“How about an upside down soggy kiss? Will thatdoit?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you give it yourbestshot?”
I leaned in, dangling over her, my hair fanning out and tickling her face as I held my lips just above hers, not yet touching. Her eyes met mine and I could see the desire already flowing through them. I knew her body well, and making her crazy with lust was currently my only mission. Lightly trailing my tongue over her bottom lip, Casey parted her sexy pout to allow me in, but I didn’t plan on taking the easy way. Keeping her wanting… that was me giving her my best shot, and judging by her tiny little moans of pleasure, I wassucceeding.
Her body trembled as I reached down to her bikini line and traced my wet fingers up her tan stomach, between her springy breasts, over her angled collarbone, and up to her sleek neck. Casey wriggled in place as my hand made its way back down and disappeared under her bikini bottom. Arching her back, Casey groaned as she reached up and grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me down until our lips met and her tongue invaded mymouth.
We were in the strangely erotic upside down kiss long enough for her to break away and say, “Stop.Notyet.”
I pulled my hand out from between her legs and slid her body along the sunbathing mat she was lying on. Her skin was like silk as the warm water mixed with her lotion, creating the most sensual feel for my wandering hands. Resting her head on my shoulder, Casey floated on her back as I slid my fingers over her slippery flesh. I left no part of her untouched, and just as I’d been challenged to do, I had my wife naked andwanting.
“Jake, please.” There was no need for her to finish her sentence, as I was already taking care of her need. Turning her around, I held her up against the side of the pool. Casey wrapped her legs around me as I entered her. Our eyes locked and we stared at each other in lust. It wasn’t possible to want her more. She was it for me, my final stop on a long and harrowing journey. We held each other tightly, consummating our marriage for the last time in our honeymoonparadise.
9
Jake: Takes One toKnowOne
My first orderof business upon returning from the honeymoon was Quinn. I’d flaked on that kid more times than I cared to admit, so there was no way I wasn’t keeping my word to him this time around. We made plans to meet at our parents’ house the following day. Not only could I work with Quinn on his songs, but a visit would satisfy my parents, who were eager to hear about thehoneymoon.
Casey and I had been on the road for only fifteen minutes when she said, “Can we stop for a cup ofcoffee?”
“Like in the store?” I asked. Was shecrazy?
“Yeah, Jake, like normal people do. Sit inside and sip some coffee. Is that soweird?”
I didn’t immediately respond because, yeah, it was a tad weird. I was a goddamn rock star. I didn’t just go into coffee shops and sip coffee. Not anymore, at least. Not since my popularity exploded last year and I had to have a bodyguard with me just about everywhere I went nowadays. Not that he was with us today. I hadn’t thought I needed him. We were just going to my parents’ house, where the only person I needed protection from was my father and his exploding nutsackstories.
“Never mind,” she sighed. “I’ll just hop out and get itforus.”
The disappointment in her voice surprised me. We males weren’t always good at picking up on such social cues, and I was no exception, but Casey definitely appeared let down by the fact that I didn’t want to get mauled at thecoffeeshop.
“Am I missing something here? If you wanted to go for coffee, why didn’t you tell me before you left? I would have had Vadim comewithus.”
