on the sand between his legs, wrapped both arms around her, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
Myrna couldn’t remember the last time she just sat and stared into nothingness until her mind went blank and she truly relaxed. Something about the repetitive sloshing of the waves sent her into a deep calm—a highly unusual state to find herself in when her virile husband was pressed against her.
“Something is nibbling on my toe,” Brian murmured after a long while. “But I’m too relaxed to care.”
“Where’s your shoe?”
“I lost it when I fell in. I’m sure a hermit crab is inside of it, designing a spacious new crib at this very moment.”
She laughed at the thought of a crab dragging around a size twelve skull-patterned Vans.
“We should head back to the room and change,” she said. “We have to be somewhere in about an hour.”
“You’re not going to make me get back on that horse again, are you?” he asked.
“We can walk back to the ranch,” she said.
She wiggled out of his grasp and struggled to find her footing in the ceaseless onslaught of waves. She offered Brian a hand and he stared up at her uncertainly.
“Does our next adventure involve large hooved mammals?”
She chuckled and shook her head.
“Large toothy fish?”
“I hope not,” she said.
He groaned at her lack of a guarantee.
“Well, if you don’t want to join me, I’ll just go by myself,” she said, turning to trudge up the beach, water pouring from her body, wet sand sucking at her tennis shoes.
She suppressed a triumphant smile when Brian came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist to stop her. He linked his hands with hers and pressed them into her belly.
“You know I want to spend every moment with you,” he said, “even at my own peril.”
She smiled and angled her head to look up into his eyes. Their gazes locked and the heat of their ceaseless desire for each other passed between them. He leaned in slowly and brushed his lips across hers.
A cool droplet of water dripped from his hair and struck the top of her breast, sliding along her suddenly overwarm flesh to disappear into her cleavage. A shiver of excitement raced along her nerve endings, converging between her thighs.
“Are you sure you don’t want to ride back?” she asked. “It would be faster than walking.”
“I’m sure.”
“And I really want to hurry back to the hotel to get you out of these wet clothes.”
Her hint of suggestion was all the convincing he needed to ride behind her on the larger of the two horses. The well-behaved animals had waited patiently for them beneath a copse of palm trees, as if they were used to being abandoned by love-struck couples.
Brian rubbed the undercurve of Myrna’s breast with his thumb as he held onto her during their ride back to the stable. She was more than ready to toss him into a nearby pile of hay and have her way with him, but he was too busy boisterously relating his first adventure on—and off—horseback to the laughing stable owner. Brian didn’t seem to recognize that she was in desperate need of attention. Or maybe he was driving her crazy on purpose.
Throughout the shuttle ride back to their hotel, Brian repeated his tale of misadventure to the driver. Perhaps their ride hadn’t been all that romantic, but apparently it had made an impression on him.
When they reached their room and Brian did nothing more than toss his single shoe and wet clothes in the bathtub before drying off and reaching for a clean outfit, Myrna began to suspect that something was wrong.
“What’s going on with you?” she asked, standing next to the bed entirely naked, which was usually his cue to get down and dirty.
He tugged a clean shirt over his towel-dried head. “What do you mean?”
She crossed her arms over her bare breasts and shrugged. “It just seems like a good opportunity to make love.”
“I thought we had to be somewhere in a few minutes.”
She checked the clock. “They’re supposed to call the room when our ride gets here. We have some time.”
“Some?”
She grinned when he took his shirt back off and tugged her down onto the bed.
He was balls deep inside her when the blasted phone rang. Myrna fumbled for the receiver, trying not to sound like she was involved in carnal pleasures when she answered. “Hello-oh-oh,” she panted as he found her spot.
“This is the front desk. The taxi you ordered has arrived, madam.”
“We’ll be right down.” She dropped the receiver, not bothering to hang it up, and slid her hands down her husband’s rhythmically clenching ass.
“I knew we didn’t have time for this,” he said, increasing his tempo.
But she knew how to make him get off quickly. One expertly placed finger in his ass and he shuddered uncontrollably, as he had no choice but to come.
“Oh God,” he groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as he found release inside of her. “Why did you do that? You know I can’t walk properly after you make me come that way.”
“You didn’t like it?” she murmured, her finger moving within him to intensify his pleasure.
Entire body shuddering, he collapsed on top of her. His belly quivered against hers, and she could feel his cock jerking inside her.
“Jesus, woman, you know I like it.” His lips moved against her throat reverently. “Did you finish?”
The ring of the phone had thrown her off her game and no, she hadn’t come close to finishing. “I’m okay. We don’t have time for me.”
“We’ll make time.” He slid down her body to pleasure her with his mouth.
Her game was soon back on and within minutes she was crying out as he delivered consecutive home runs.
They were both a little wobbly in the knees as they made their way through the hotel to the taxi waiting outside.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Brian said.
The cabbie took one look at them and grinned. “I’d have made me wait as well,” he said as he opened the door for Myrna.
Once inside the cab, Brian immediately tugged her into his arms for a round of after-sex cuddling and whispered I-love-yous. The cabbie didn’t bother trying to engage them in idle chitchat on their way to the dock. But Myrna caught him sneaking glances at them in his rearview mirror and grinning at the sickening displays of affection she shared with her husband.
The sailboat was much larger than she’d anticipated, and she was a bit disappointed when she discovered that they weren’t the only couple who were going to attend this dinner cruise. Everyone else was onboard and either standing along the rail watching the water and crew or seated at one of the tables on the deck. Even though the occasion wasn’t as private as Myrna would have liked, it was definitely romantic. And her husband was practically a puddle of melted goo by the time they were shown to their reserved seats.
“Now this is romantic,” he said as he reached across the table and took her hand.
“More romantic than being tossed into the ocean by a disgruntled horse?”
“Just a little,” he said with a soft chuckle.
Once the boat set sail, Myrna closed her eyes and reveled in the cool ocean breeze against her skin. She’d probably gotten too much sun that day, but she was determined to enjoy her temporary reprieve from harsh Midwestern winters. She wondered if she’d miss the snow and ice when she uprooted and moved to California the following year. She rather doubted it.
Brian scooted his chair closer to hers so they could both view the endless expanse of crystal-blue water and so he could touch her. He seemed to think she’d evaporate if he didn’t have at least one hand on her at all times. Not that she minded.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” the only waitress on board asked. The cheerful young woman was busy, but not really overworked as there were only six couples to serve.
“Please,” Myrna said. She held the stem of her g
lass steady while the wine was poured.
“You, sir?”
“I don’t fucking believe this,” Brian said.
“Uh-um,” the waitress stammered. “I-I’m sorry?”
Myrna swiveled her head to give her husband a chastising look, but he wasn’t glaring at the now nervous waitress or his wine glass. His glare was trained on the couple at the next table.
“Well, hello there,” Kev called, offering a friendly wave. “We do keep bumping into each other.”
“Ignore him,” Myrna said. She pushed at Brian’s chair so that his back would be toward the intrusive couple.
“How can I ignore him?” Brian said between clenched teeth. “He never goes away.”
Now Myrna had no doubt that Gail had been eavesdropping on her the night before and had taken note of all the times and places she and Brian would tour that day.
“Let’s enjoy dinner and pretend they don’t exist,” Myrna said. Her final plan for the evening had been to take a stroll with Brian along Arashi Beach to the California Lighthouse and watch the sunset, but she knew Kev and Gail would miraculously show up there too, and that would not be romantic in the least.
Myrna worked hard at being flirty and attentive to Brian throughout dinner, but he was tense and obviously struggling to keep his attention on her. By the time the boat docked, Myrna was ready to stab someone in the eye with her high-heeled shoe. They hung back as the other couples disembarked. They seemed to be in silent agreement that Kev and Gail would be gone if they were last to set foot on land.
“That was a nice dinner,” Brian told her, his gaze trained on the gangplank that the guests were walking down.
“Do you even know what you ate?”
His eyebrows drew together. “Seafood?”
“Are you asking?”
“Seafood,” he said with more certainty as he watched the waitress clear a plate with an empty lobster shell from a table.
“I was planning on taking you on an evening stroll to see the California Lighthouse. The best sunsets on the island are supposedly viewed from there.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Not tonight, it doesn’t. You know Kev and Gail will show up there, and you’ll get all pissed off again.”
Brian rubbed a hand over his face. “So what do you want to do then?”
“We’ll just go back to the hotel room and barricade ourselves inside. At least there we have our privacy.”
Brian shook his head in disgust. “You went to so much trouble to plan this out; it isn’t fair that we have to hide out in our hotel room while they get the run of the island.”
“It’s a great hotel room,” she reminded him.
He grinned and nodded. “And it does have a perfect view of the sunset.”
“We won’t know what we’re missing if we skip the lighthouse.”
“And the company is far more important than the view anyway,” Brian said.
“Yeah, not having them in our company is much more important.”
He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I’m glad you finally see things my way.”
When they decided it was probably safe to venture ashore, they walked down the swaying gangplank to the dock. Turned out it wasn’t so safe after all.
“Hey, you two,” Kev said, “isn’t Aruba fantastic? I’m so glad we decided to get married here.”
Without comment, Brian took Myrna’s hand and led her toward a taxi stand. She was grateful to see a taxi idling there. She was not going to chastise Brian for being rude. Some people deserved his rudeness—Kev and Gail, for example.
“Do you mind if we share a cab?” Kev asked as Brian opened the door for Myrna.
“Actually—” Brian began, but Myrna placed a calming hand on his chest. Not because she wanted to protect Kev, but because the guy wasn’t worth getting upset over.
“Sorry, Kev, but we’d like a little alone time on our way to the lighthouse. I’m sure you understand.”
Kev apparently wasn’t smart enough to realize she was baiting him or that he shouldn’t know their next destination.
“Oh, yeah. I get it. I guess we’ll see you there then.”
The fact that Gail snapped two pictures of her with her cellphone was not lost on Myrna, but frankly she was too worn down about the entire situation to make an issue of their continued boorish behavior.
“Yeah, we’ll see you there,” Myrna said. She didn’t feel the least bit sorry about lying to them. In fact, she hoped they sat around the lighthouse until dawn waiting for them to show up. The fuckers.
Brian took Myrna’s hand and placed an unexpected kiss on her knuckles before assisting her into the back seat of the cab. He saluted Kev with one finger to his brow—just happened to be his middle finger—before joining Myrna inside the car.
“Sometimes I forget how smart you are,” he said before tugging her close for a toe-curling kiss.
“So you’re heading to the lighthouse?” the cab driver asked.
“Go ahead and drive that direction,” Myrna said, “but don’t stop. We actually want to go to our hotel, but take the scenic route.”
A lengthy make-out session with her husband in the back seat wasn’t a bad Plan B, Myrna decided. They’d make it back to their hotel, Kev-and-Gail-free, eventually.
Chapter Eight
Brian released a deep sigh when he and Myrna entered their empty hotel room. Alone at last. It turned out that their drive along the coast at sunset had been incredibly romantic and they’d lucked out in getting a very discreet cab driver who seemed to expect them to paw at each other the entire ride.
“Romance time is over,” Brian said, drawing his giggling wife into his arms. “The rest of this evening is all about sex.”
“Thank God.” She captured his beard-roughened face between her palms so she could kiss him with lips and teeth and a whole lot of tongue.
His dick had been half-hard in the cab; he was painfully ready for her now. They shed their clothes impatiently on their way to the bedroom. He suckled and kissed every inch of her delightful flesh, running his hands over her body needing to prove to himself that she was really here and she was really his. When she began to beg for possession, her hands pulling at his body with desperation, he climbed from the bed and rushed to his suitcase.
Myrna lifted her head from the pillows and arched an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?”
“I brought a few things to intensify the ride.”
He removed an toiletry kit from the suitcase and unzipped it. It was designed with compartments for shampoo bottles and other toiletries, but he had packed it as an arsenal of vibrators and lubes and other sex toys.
Myrna laughed. “You really brought that on the plane? Some TSA agent got a surprise while inspecting your luggage.”
“I’m sure they’ve seen much worse.”
He removed two bottles of lube, one that went hot with friction and the other cold.
“What are you in the mood for, Mrs. Sinclair?” His wife never needed lube—her pussy was always drenched for him—but he so enjoyed the extra stimulation granted by the right marital aid. He smiled at thinking of his toys that way. Mostly because marital aid fit. He was finally married to his perfect woman.
“Hot in front. Cold in the back.”
Brian froze. “You want to try anal again?” Did she forget that it was a skill he’d never mastered?
“Yes. I. do.” Her voice had gone breathless.
“Okay, but you know I’m not very good at it. If you really want some good back-door action—”
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