The New Ever After (The New Ever After Series)

by Farley, Julie

  "Sounds perfect. I'll unpack some of our stuff," said Heather.

  "No need. We're swimming without suits right now. No one can see us. And if they can, let them enjoy the show."

  "In case you haven't realized, I am not exactly the skinny dipping type. I prefer bathing suits that cover all of my parts," said Heather.

  "In case you haven't noticed, I have a habit of getting my way. No suits."

  Heather let out a sigh and decided to live a little. She had no way to avoid her big reveal if they weren't swimming in suits. She went into the bathroom and slipped into a robe and hoped Peter would want to use the bathroom next so she could jump into the pool first. Her "area" was red and bumpy. It looked worse than it had this morning. It even looked like she had poison ivy or something. She searched around the counters for some lotion and got a little sidetracked when she found the outdoor shower. It was all wood and stone with lush plants hanging over the walls. She couldn’t wait to spend some time with Peter in there. When she got out of the bathroom she found Peter in the pool in all of his splendor.

  "Ready?"

  "I will be in a second." Heather thought about backing into the pool but couldn't figure out any way that wouldn't be completely awkward. She needed to ditch the robe and jump in quickly in hopes he wouldn't notice her missing hair right away. She didn't want him to see how red she was and she was embarrassed about her crazy idea. Heather hoped the cool pool water would relieve some of the irritation, so she jumped in as quickly as she could.

  Peter noticed right away and was equal parts surprised and turned on. "What did you do?"

  "Ugh. I had a Brazilian wax yesterday. I wanted to surprise you. And now it’s so gross and irritated. I don't want you to see it."

  "Well, I want to see it, and I am overly qualified to take good care of it all week."

  Heather rolled her eyes.

  "I need to feel that." Peter grabbed Heather and ran his fingers over her.

  "I didn't want you to be the only one filled with surprises," said Heather.

  Peter kissed her. Heather could tell from the rest of his body he loved her surprise. She was pleased with herself that even after five kids she was a little daring. Peter's fingers, coupled with the cool water, offered some relief in the area.

  "That feels better."

  "I'll make it feel better all week. No worries for you. I can't believe you did this for me."

  Heather kissed Peter back and wrapped her legs around him making it very easy for him to enter her. She didn’t want any extra foreplay right now. She just wanted him. She was certain that no one could see her. Although she was pretty sure they might have heard her because her orgasm came really quickly and was quite intense with her burning and itching areas.

  "I think this vacation was the perfect idea," said Peter.

  "Me too. I'm relaxed already."

  "I can tell."

  "Thank you. This place is amazing. I'd love to explore a little."

  "I want to explore you and your spa treatment a little more."

  "There's plenty of time for that. We haven't even been here an hour and you've already had me once."

  "Maybe we'll plan on doing it every hour we're here."

  "And I'll be walking like I've been riding a horse for a week straight. Let's get dressed."

  They had been cooped up on planes all day and walking around a bit before dinner sounded perfect to Heather. They got out of the pool, unpacked, got dressed and moseyed around the grounds. Palm trees lined the walkways, and the beach lined the whole property. They walked down to see the spa and the different restaurants and then stopped by the concierge desk to talk about all the things they could do. They both knew they would be content hanging at the beach or their private pool or anywhere in their room as long as they had each other.

  "Would you like to eat in one of the restaurants or back in the room?" asked Peter.

  "Want to try a restaurant?"

  "Anything with you." They picked the restaurant that looked the most casual and asked for a table with a sea view. Heather ordered a Greyhound and let any worries that were leftover from suburbia slip away.

  "So, I think I want to sail while we're here." Peter hadn't sailed with her before and couldn't wait to share his passion.

  "I want to go with you."

  "Of course. This is a vacation for us to be together. I'm not doing anything without you."

  "I'd love to do some snorkeling...and hang out in the shower," said Heather.

  "This is going to be a perfect week." Peter smiled and they finished their dinner in a haze of happiness.

  Chapter 14

  Heather woke up the next morning in Peter's arms. The doors were all open, and the sea breeze was blowing in. She was dying to try the shower and figured this was as good a time as any. She slipped out from under his tattoos and made her way to the bathroom. The shower was beautiful. She loved the mixture of the wood and rock. There were tropical plants at the entrance and around the top. The sweet smell of the hibiscus and oleander wafted through the air. Heather turned on the water and stood underneath the streams. She closed her eyes and listened to the shower, the waves and the birds. She knew she was in heaven.

  "Hey, baby. Good morning," said Peter joining her. He wrapped his lips around her mouth and his hands started to wander. He pulled away for a second.

  "Baby, you are so warm down here."

  "I know. I think I need some ointment."

  "Does it hurt when I touch it?"

  "Strangely, no. The pressure relieves the itching."

  "Then I'll keep at it."

  And he did. Heather felt like she was going to have an orgasm any second, but she wanted to wait a little longer. So she busied her mind.

  Clams are slimy. I hate how they feel when I eat them. I like when they're fried but not with those bellies. Oysters are ok with tons of cocktail sauce slicked on top of them so you can't feel the slimy part slide down your throat. Maybe I'll have some shrimp with lunch. Fruit for breakfast though.

  Peter stopped what he was doing, "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing. Why? I'm just enjoying."

  "Doesn't seem like it."

  "Oh, I am, but I wanted it to last so I'm thinking about clams."

  "You're thinking about clams while I touch you so you don't have an orgasm?"

  "Yeah, sorry."

  Peter turned off the water. "Out. Make your way to the bed, and you'll see what I have in mind for you. Don't even bother to get dried off."

  She made her way out of the shower as Peter snapped towels at the backs of her legs. She plopped her wet body sideways onto the bed. He moved her so she was spread out with her head at the headboard. Much to her surprise, he took her left hand and tied it to the headboard with a towel. He took her right hand and did the same.

  "What are you doing?" asked Heather.

  "No kids to walk in on us. I'm doing whatever I want."

  "What if housekeeping walks in?"

  "They won't bother us. They have strict orders to only come in when instructed."

  "So this was a plan?"

  "I have plans for all week, young lady."

  Heather felt like her boobs were hanging over into her armpits. Five kids later, they were saggy. Her arms were stretched so far that they couldn't hold up the sides of her boobs. She was confident it was not a good look. At least he can't tie my feet up too, she thought. She wasn't tall enough to reach the footboard.

  Peter sat on his knees in between her legs and ran his tongue across her nipples. Being confined and so exposed made Heather squirmy and heightened every touch of his tongue.

  "I don't really like this."

  "Tough. You can sit there and think about clams then."

  Peter rubbed his hand across her irritated bikini area just enough to tickle her and leave her trying to roll on her side for more. Heather bent her knees to try and move, but Peter kept her where she was. He held her knees in place and continued with his tickles, using his tongue
on her nipples. She felt a little like they were playing an erotic type of Twister. She decided not to think about clams anymore to stop her orgasm because Peter would make sure she had more than one, a treat she had not enjoyed with Hank. She remembered reading that women become more sexually involved and aroused as they get older. She wasn't sure if that was what was happening to her or if it was Peter. Or maybe just a combination of both. Whatever it was, she was happy about it.

  Peter’s fingers massaged her bare skin giving her an orgasm before he even entered her.

  “I’m not done yet,” he said.

  “Good,” Heather moaned.

  Peter kept her hands tied and moved inside of her. She wanted to touch him so badly but all she could do was move her hips. Moments later, she had her second orgasm. When they were both done, Peter untied her.

  "That will teach you to think about clams."

  "That might remind me to think about them more often," said Heather and Peter kissed her.

  "What would you like to do today?"

  "Hang out at the pool and on the beach. Maybe a little snorkeling."

  "Sounds perfect. After some breakfast though."

  Peter called room service and ordered a fair amount of food since they had both worked up an appetite. Heather walked over to the armoire and picked up one of the itsy bitsy bikinis Peter had bought for her.

  "I really don't want to wear these."

  "Fine with me."

  Heather rolled her eyes. A teeny bikini or nothing. Suddenly the bikini felt like the more modest choice.

  "I need to get some lotion."

  "Let's call the front desk and ask if they have any locals who can mix something up."

  "You're going to call the front desk and ask them to find someone who can take care of my Brazilian gone wrong?"

  "I'll be a little more discreet than that. Don't worry about it. Just go sit on a chair with your book."

  She grabbed her book and walked out to the pool. Even though she had a raging rash, she was glad she had gotten her wax because Peter's swimsuit choices didn't leave much room for any hair. He arrived on the patio a few minutes later with a tray filled with yogurt, granola and fresh fruit for breakfast.

  "Looks delicious."

  Peter and Heather spent the rest of the morning eating, reading and swimming in the pool. Around 11, a woman from the village arrived to make an ointment, so Heather showed her the rash.

  "Ahhh, that looks painful," she said with a British accent.

  "It's ok. I just need some kind of lotion to rub on it."

  The lady walked over to the table in the living room and mixed some ingredients. "Put this on each time you get out of the pool. Be careful not to put it on before you get dressed though. The oils may stain your clothes. It will heal the rash quickly."

  Heather and Peter thanked her and he walked her to the door and paid her generously for her trouble. Heather rubbed her ointment on and went to sit at the pool.

  "Feel better?"

  "I guess. Kind of embarrassing. I'm the only one who could get a rash from a Brazilian. I'm sure of it."

  "Yeah, you do have a knack for having odd things happen to you, but I've told you it's part of your charm as far as I'm concerned."

  They spent the rest of the morning lazing around the pool then walked down to the beach for lunch and lounged there.

  Chapter 15

  On Wednesday morning, Peter was up and ready early for their sailing adventure. Heather could see how excited he was to get out on the water, and she was anxious to put her feet up and enjoy the sun. She got up and threw on a bathing suit. Fortunately, the ointment seemed to be working miracles and the rash was finally improving.

  "You ready to hit the sea?" she asked Peter as she walked up behind him on the lanai.

  "I'm ready to be out there enjoying the boat with you."

  "Me too."

  They packed a few things for their sail and walked hand in hand down to the harbor in silence. The guy in charge of taking them out to the boat was waiting for them when they arrived. Heather had only been on a sailboat once when she had been about Henry's age. Her uncle had kept a boat in Annapolis, and they had gotten to hang out on the boat for a little while...while it was tied to the dock. He must have been scared to take them out on the water. But that was her only experience with sailboats. She was guessing it would be a lot of work, and she wasn't sure how she, klutz-of-the-year, could possibly help Peter.

  "Hey, man," said Peter to the boat hand.

  "Ready to sail?" he asked Peter.

  "I think so," said Peter letting go of Heather's hand as he jumped off the dock.

  They took a dinghy out to the boat and got ready to set sail. The guy from the harbor prepped their boat and agreed to be back at 3 o'clock with the dinghy. Peter readied the sails. He had his shirt off, and Heather could see where he had gotten some of his well-toned muscles. She knew she could sit all day and watch him sail a boat in this Caribbean paradise. She sat back and enjoyed the peace and quiet and the wind on her face. Being stuck in this tropical reality without a phone or any responsibilities let Heather truly relax. She couldn't remember a time that she had ever felt this stress free. On previous vacations with Hank, there had always been worries about money. Money was never a concern with Peter. They were free to do whatever they wanted on this vacation and that alone was a liberating feeling. Her mind wandered though, and she couldn't help but think about Jenny and what she planned to say to her. She was going to head to her house on Saturday when they got back and tell her. She couldn't stand the thought of holding it in and being in the same town and not letting Jenny know what she had seen. It was going to devastate Jenny. The fact that he was with Victoria was all the worse. It would probably be an extra slap in the face. Heather tried to think of ways she could help. She and Peter had talked about having Jenny and the kids stay with them for a bit so they could have some space. She was prepared to do anything to help her friend. She just had to get home and tell her.

  Peter caught her staring off into space. "Enjoying yourself or fretting about something?"

  "A little of both. You're doing pretty well there, Sport," said Heather.

  "Sport?"

  "It seemed appropriate. This is perfect. How do you feel?"

  "Feels good. It feels good to be out on the water again. I haven't sailed since I met you."

  Peter threw down the anchor and they stopped and snorkeled along a little atoll and ate their picnic lunch. Life felt pretty perfect to Heather. Swimming in the Caribbean with fish of all colors stripped all of Heather’s worries away. It was impossible to think about the 2-3-1-1-3 when such peaceful beauty surrounded you.

  “I could get used to this,” said Heather.

  “The sailing or the island?”

  “Both. It’s so calm out here. No one can find you. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.” It felt amazing to Heather to be truly alone with Peter. No kids to interrupt them, no work or cellphones and no admiring fans.

  “It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with sailing. The solitude and the ability to concentrate and think was something I craved in my life.”

  Peter sat next to her on the boat. He leaned over, pushed her long wet hair out of her face and kissed her.

  “Thank you for coming away with me. Never did I think my life would be what it is right now. I didn’t realize what I was missing until you gave me everything,” he said before kissing her again.

  “I love you. I promise I’ll work harder on not being crazy.”

  “Your crazy’s not all that bad as long as I can have you like this some of the time too.”

  “You can…you absolutely can.”

  Heather made her self comfortable and Peter sailed the boat back. Heather immersed herself in this island of no worries. They walked back to their room hand in hand.

  "What would you like to do this afternoon, Mrs. Adamson?"

  "What about an afternoon nap?"

  "Perfe
ct."

  They showered off and got in bed naked, a nice treat when there was no chance of any of the five children walking in.

  Chapter 16

  After their nap, Peter thought swimming was in order, swimming without suits again. He was enjoying watching Heather acting uninhibited. He went to the bathroom and Heather got up and walked out onto the lanai. She stopped in her tracks as she found the pool man staring at her very naked body. Peter was two steps behind her.

  "Excuse me, ma'am. I'll go now," said a very embarrassed pool man. Peter laughed.

  "No worries, man. We'll wait in here. You can finish your work," said Peter as he led Heather inside.

  "Oh my gosh! He saw me naked. All of me and my leftover rash. He must think I am a freak or some kind of sex fiend."

  "You gave him something to talk about and to remember for a long time."

  "Well, that's it for naked swimming for me. That cured me of any desire."

  Peter laughed as he watched her grab a bathing suit and close the bathroom door. He put a swimsuit on too, grabbed his phone and sat down on a lounge chair by the pool while the pool man finished his work. Even though he had forced Heather to stay off of her phone for the week he still needed to check a few things. And he had noticed earlier there was a text that he needed to deal with.

  “Dude! I can’t use my phone but you can be on yours?” she asked, grabbing it from his hand before he was able to take care of the text he was reading.

  “I was just answering a text.” And a text you probably don’t want to see, he thought.

  “WHAT? A text from Aiden?” she said and read the text out loud.

  Peter, I’d love for you to look at my new manuscript. It’s a love story about a college student and her mentor.

  “Seriously? Are you freaking kidding me?”

  Aiden was Peter’s old assistant. She was a beautiful blonde in her early twenties. She wanted to be a writer and wanted Peter for herself. He had fired her after she had announced Heather’s pregnancy on twitter. Heather’s arrival in his life had made Aiden act a little crazy and a lot jealous.