“Hey, good morning.”
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, “How did you sleep?”
“I sleep like a log here. I’m going to miss it. I told him.
“The sleep or Spain? He asked.
“Probably both,” I admitted.
“Yeah, I’m going to miss it too. This was my first trip out of the country if you don’t count Mexico.” But we have a lot more adventures to look forward to. Look, I found this for you.” He handed me a pink seashell. It was huge, about the size of my fist and curled into a perfect crescent and its smooth exterior looked like it had been polished to a brilliant shine. That was the other beautiful thing about the beaches here. The seashells washed up whole more often than not. I had found a whole sand dollar just the day before.
“It’s beautiful, thank you.”
“Open it,” he said.
“Open it?” I repeated. I was looking around it and didn’t see any buttons or hooks. I can’t remember what it felt like.”
“Yeah, it’s hollow inside. Move that little flap on the end and look inside.”
I moved the delicate little sliver of shell slowly and carefully because I didn’t want to break it. When that was out of the way, I looked inside. There was a little white velvet box inside. I pulled it out, not daring to hope that it was what I wanted it to be, and I looked at Paul. He had slid down to one knee and when I looked at him he took my left hand in his right and said, “Jessie, will you marry me?”
I felt the tears streaming down my face again. He opened the box and I was staring down at a princess cut sapphire set in white gold. It had a delicate ring of diamonds around the primary stone. I had never seen a more beautiful ring and I loved most of all because it was different. I also loved knowing he had gone to pick it out by himself. My hands were shaking and so were Paul’s.
“Oh my God! Yes! I’ll marry you! Yes! Yes!
I know I sounded like I was having an orgasm, but I didn’t care. I was over the moon excited and I would tell the whole world if they cared to listen. Paul took the ring out of the box and took my hand in his. He slipped the ring on my finger. It fit perfectly. “I love it.” “How did you know the size?” I asked him.
“Marie helped with that part,” he said.
“It takes my breath away,” I told him about the ring. “Thank you so much.”
“You make it look good,” he said. “But, I don’t think this matches,” he took the lapels of my robe in his fingertips and pulled on it gently.
“What? My robe?”
“Mm hmm, and whatever you have underneath too. We don’t want anything clashing with the ring.”
“Maybe I should step in off the balcony?”
Paul looked around. “Maybe…You saw that guy on the beach yesterday though, didn’t you?”
“Which guy?”
“The bare-assed naked man that no one even seemed to notice but us.”
“Oh yeah,” I said.
“My point is, no one here is too affected by nudity, and you look a hell of a lot better than that guy.”
“You think?”
He laughed, “I love you…all of you…but if you looked anything like that guy, trust me, I would have never asked you to take off the robe.”
I stood up and brushed past him with a dramatic flourish. Once inside, I took off the robe. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Paul grinned and dropped his robe too. He came over to me and in one grand swoop; he picked me up off my feet. “What say we try that big tub in there with the jets?”
“I say you come up with the best ideas.”
Chapter Seven
I started the water in the big sunken tub in our suite. Paul stood back and ogled my naked body and then all of a sudden he said, “You got this part?”
“Sure,” I said, wondering what he was up to. I reached into the basket on the counter of supplies the hotel had given us as part of our package. There was a bottle of bubble bath oil in there. I opened it and put it to my nose. It smelled like jasmine. I thought twice about pouring it in. It was going to make Paul smell like a girl. I smelled it again and decided that the only one who should care about that was me and I didn’t. I poured in the entire little bottle.
While the tub filled, I sat down and admired my ring again. I can’t believe I’m getting married. I can’t believe I’m marrying Paul. Just a few months ago he was struggling fighter protecting his family and I was a girl with smelly clothes….how far we’ve come.
The tub finished filling and I turned it off. “It’s ready,” I called out to him.
“Okay, go ahead and get in, I’ll be right there. Don’t start any of the fun stuff without me.”
I stepped into the tub and sat back into the deep bubbles. They smelled really good and the warm water felt great. I rested my head against the curve of the cool porcelain and waited.
“Are you asleep?”
I smiled and said, “Not yet, but if you don’t hurry…”
I heard a clink noise and opened my eyes. There was a brass ice bucket resting in a decanter next to the tub, a whole slew of scented candles which he was lighting as we spoke and an IPod in a deck with speakers.
“Wow! What’s all this?”
“It’s our celebration,” he said.
“What are we celebrating?”
He looked shocked as he continued to light candles. “Our engagement,” he said.
“Oh, yeah…I didn’t forget, I just hadn’t heard that we were celebrating.”
He finished lighting the candles which he had lined up along the mirror and then he pushed the button on the IPOD. Music began to waft slowly from the speakers. His final touch was to shut off the overhead light. The scented candles were doing the trick. Now, we had ambiance. He poured two flutes of champagne and sat them on the side of the tub and then slid in behind me. I felt his hands go around my stomach and gently pull me back against his chest.
"Mm you feel good." He whispered into against my hair. The feel of his breath so close to my ear gave me a chill.
I put my head back against his shoulder and said, “You feel good too.”
He was running his hands across my body. The water and slick soap acted as lubricants as he massaged first my thighs and then shoulders. When he finished that, he put his lips on my neck and after a few soft kisses, he bit down. It was just a little nibble but it gave me a shudder. He ran his mouth up along my neck to my jaw and up to my ear. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and held it between his teeth. He flicked it back and forth with his tongue just the way he did with my clit when he eats my pussy. He had me squirming from side to side and finally I turned my head to the side and met his lips. It was a soft kiss at first, but it rapidly accelerated. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and the feel of his warm tongue against mine elicited a moan from one of us. I was so into the kiss, that I’m not even sure which one. I had ahold of his face with my palm on one side and I moved his face back just a fraction of an inch so that I could deepen the kiss. I ran my tongue back and forth along his, stroking it. I felt his hand slide down across my stomach and lightly brush against my pussy. I felt him start to pull it away again but I was in no mood this morning to be teased. I lifted my legs one at a time and put them on either side of his. Then I took ahold of his hand and pushed it down between my legs. He licked my bottom lip and let out a low growl as he felt me guide his fingers inside my pussy lips. His other hand had found one of my breasts. That was what I was in the mood for. I kept one hand over his between my legs and slid the other one up and covered the one that was rolling my hard nipple between his fingers. Then I let my body relax back into him and I turned my head back so that I could let my tongue slide back into his mouth.
I just rested my hand on his lightly and enjoyed the feeling of him stroking my outer lips lightly. The tips of his fingers were still inside where I put them and after a few seconds, I felt them begin to move. He let his two fingers slide inside of me slowly I still had my hand on his and when his fi
ngers moved inside, so did mine. That elicited another moan from him and caused him to pull harder on the nipple he had in his left hand.
He pulled his mouth away from mine just slightly and said, “Is that what you want, baby?”
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Mm hmm…”
He moved his lips down and kissed across my shoulder to my neck. His tongue took over there and he began to lick and then suck on my neck. I let my head lie back against his shoulder and I began to move my hips slowly and moan. It felt amazing, but I wanted more. With the hand that was still on top of his between my legs, I pushed him a little deeper. He used his thumb to make circles around my engorged clit and let the fingers inside of me…his and mine, find their spot and once they did, he pressed down hard on my clit like it was a doorbell and he was ringing it.
“Oh baby! Oh yeah, that’s it.” He unbent one of his fingers and let it slide up all the way inside of me. “Oh God, yes…more, please.” I pulled my hips up and he slid a second finger inside of me. I was panting by now, it felt so good. He had switched nipples and he was still sucking on my neck. It was pure, ecstasy. He began sliding those two fingers in and out of me. I was pushing him at first, so the movements were frantic. I finally pulled my hand away and let him do the work he knew how to do.
He reached for that hand with his left one and brought it up to cup one of my own breasts. I let my hand and my fingers travel across it and as he stroked harder and faster, my nipple got harder and harder. I was splashing up and down now and "the more I moved and squirmed, the faster he would stroke me. He fucked me with his fingers in and out, up and down and while he did that, I strummed one nipple and he strummed the other.
I had to bite down on my lip as he increased his pace and when he saw me do that, he pressed his mouth against my ear again and said, “Mm, that’s it, baby, come for me.” His voice was deep and husky and he sounded like he was almost out of breath. The sound of it and the feel of it against my ear put me over the top.
“Oh God! Paul!” I panted the words out.
“Yeah baby, come for me.”
My back arched and my body stiffened. I clamped down on that bottom lip to keep from screaming and Paul just kept doing what he was doing as I came. My body convulsed and I released the pressure on my lip and sounds that were not even intelligible escaped through my lips. Finally, he slowed his pace and I collapsed down into the water and back against his warm body. I could feel how hard he was against my back as I let my head roll back and my tongue reach out and swipe along his bottom lip.
He moaned again and caught my lips with his. He kissed me hard as he slid both hands up and captured my breasts. After a few minutes, when I had to break the kiss so that I could breathe, I rolled over so that I was facing him. I just lay there for a few minutes, letting the soft flesh of my belly slide up and down against his throbbing erection. He reached down and grabbed my ass and as he held it tightly in both of his hands he urged me up and down, stroking himself against my belly. On one of the upward strokes, I spread my legs wider and slid up so that I could grasp his face in my hands and kiss him on the lips. As we kissed, I pulled my hips up and reached down between them and found his hard cock. I guided it to my opening with my eyes locked into his the entire time. As the head of his cock began to enter me, he wrapped one hand behind my neck and tangled it up in my hair, pulling my face into his and sucking my bottom lip in between his clenched teeth.
I slid down further and took him all. I put my hands on his strong shoulders and gasping against his hot mouth I began to rise up almost all the way and then slide back down as far and as fast as I could take it. I was whimpering and he was moaning and our kiss had turned into some kind of wet, sloppy, teeth and tongue and lips wrestling match. He moved his hands to grasp my hips and I sat up straight and braced my hands firmer against him as he urged me up and down harder and faster. I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was getting close. I pulled my knees up and drew my thighs in tighter and rode him. He pulled me back down and kissed me again, tangling his tongue up with mine and stroking it in time to our rhythm below.
I felt his muscles begin to stiffen just before he said, “Baby, I’m not going to be able to last much longer. You’re so fucking hot. You’re so fucking sexy. I love you Jessie.”
“Ahh! Oh Paul! Oh God! You’re the hot one baby. God you feel so good. I’m going to come again. Come with me baby.” I started pumping faster as I felt it boiling to the surface. Just before I exploded again, I had to grip the sides of the tub and with no regards to hotel neighbors, this time I did scream.
I think that uninhibited scream put Paul over the top. I felt him grip my hips tighter, almost painfully and shove his cock upwards until it was buried so deep inside of me, I couldn’t have taken any more if I tried. He groaned and pumped up and down like that, hard and fast before he finally let out a loud cry of his own and came inside of me.
Paul collapsed back against the tub and pulled me up so that I was lying on his chest with my head cradled against his arm. He held me and stroked the skin on my back with his fingertips until we both calmed down and could actually breathe. I was still shaking all over when he said, “I think we got some water on the floor.”
I lifted my head and glanced over the side of the tub. “Some” was an understatement. I put my head back against his chest and giggled. “Hopefully it doesn’t drip and cause them to send someone up.”
“If they would have knocked on the door during that, all they would have gotten is ignored anyways. Nothing could have stopped me from ravaging you.”
PROLOGUE
Spring had burst onto the scene and the branches of the trees that stood sentry in the park were bursting with tight wads of green buds that tried to stretch out and reach the warm rays of the sun. The wind had lost its bite, it had become congenial, lightly blowing across the branches and tousling the hair of the wedding guests who sat outside around the little pond and waited for the ceremony to begin. Daffodils and bluebells could be seen here and there, as if Mother Nature had sensed the need for a burst of color to lighten up the solid green hues of the grass and the leaves. Big puffy clouds lingered above but the sky was bright and the weatherman said that it wouldn’t dare rain on my wedding day.
I had woken up with a singular thought…My wedding day is finally here! This week would be one year to the date since Paul and I took a swim in the little pond in the park. That was the day I began to realize how dangerous Mitch could be. Today, we will stand at an altar in front of all of our friends and our family and say the vows that would join us together, forever. I was standing inside the little tent that the wedding planner had set up for the bridal party, dressed in my wedding gown and trying to peek out and see my handsome groom.
“Jessie honey, someone is going to see you. It’s bad luck.”
I turned and looked at my mom. She was so pretty in her champagne lace dress. It fell to just under her knees in a scalloped pattern and the neckline was rounded and tasteful. She had on heels that matched and her shiny red hair framed her face and rested on her shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m just really excited…and I miss Paul.” I heard Marie laugh. “What? I did miss him.” Keeping with tradition, we had spent last night apart.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, I’m sure you did…it’s just hard for me to imagine,” she winked at me. “He’s my little brother. I’m not supposed to be able to imagine it. Seriously though, I’m so glad he found you. You’ve been so good for him. I’ve never seen him so happy.”
“It could be because he’s a champion,” I joked.
Marie grinned and said, “Yes, knowing my brother and his incredibly large ego…I’m sure that has something to do with it. But I’ve never seen his eyes light up the way they do when you walk into a room, Jessie…not even when he looks at the octagon.”
Laughing I said, “Good to know who…or what my competition is.”
“Oh and thank you for not making me wear a weird dr
ess,” she said. “I always pictured Paul marrying some girl who would want me to walk down the aisle with her in pink taffeta.”
“God forbid,” I said. “Where did Victor go?”
“He went to sit with Justin until the wedding starts. He said he looked lonely out there.”
“Oh, he’s so sweet.”
“He really is. He inherited his uncle’s good heart. Justin is pretty sweet too.”
“I’m so glad you’re happy, Marie. After all you went through, you deserve it.”
“Thank you,” she said, “I am happy, deliriously so.”
“We’re here!” Debbie and Victoria came racing in the tent. They were dressed in their bridesmaid dresses. Marie was maid of honor so she had the same dress, but hers was cut just a little differently. I wanted everything to be light so the bridesmaid dresses were light green and made mostly out of lace with a silk underlay. The three women wore braided straw halos with orchids attached to it. Mine was similar, only I had a veil as well.
“Hi ladies, so glad you could join us,” I said.
“It’s her fault,” Debbie said of Victoria.
“It is not. It’s Sam’s fault.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true. He couldn’t find his tie. He was panicking a little bit. But then Vicki decides to take the 405…”
“It’s really fine,” I told them. “You’re all here. That’s all that matters. I’m so glad that you could all be here.”
“Oh my God, Jessie, you look gorgeous!” Debbie had been in the tent for a full five minutes and she’d just now noticed my dress.
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