by S. L. Scott
She runs out and says, “Hey babe, the bedroom faces the ocean. We can open the windows and wake up to the sounds of the water.”
Her excitement is a relief. I thought she’d prefer a place like this opposed to a resort hotel, but I wasn’t sure. “Pretty awesome, huh.”
She continues to explore, sliding open the large pocket doors that lead to the patio and the beach beyond. Standing there, the wind blows her hair, the skirt of her dress rustles, and the sound of the ocean wafts in the background, I’ve found my own personal paradise. “This place is amazing. You did good,” she says as she comes back inside and sits next to me, curling into my side.
I wrap my arm around her as she rests her head on my lap. Leaning my head back on the couch cushion, I say, “It’s your present.”
“You’re always so thoughtful. I’m glad we came here instead a touristy hotel.” She sits up and kisses me on the cheek. “We can make love and… well, whatever else you do on a honeymoon and then we get to fly off to Costa Rica.”
Sitting forward, I realize she doesn’t understand what I mean. She sits up, uncomfortable as I adjust. I lean in, giving her a quick kiss. “I didn’t rent this house,” I say as she looks at me. Her smile turns into confusion, but returns as she waits for me to explain. “I bought this house... for you and me, a home for us.”
Her back straightens as her face shows her shock. “You bought this place?”
“Uh-huh. It’s my gift to you. A wedding gift.”
“Ummmm…. holy shit, Evan. I didn’t buy you anything at all and you bought me a house?”
“You said it was amazing. You still think that, right?”
“Yes, it’s amazing. I mean, you just gave me a house, on the beach, in Hawaii. That’s freaking huge.”
“My mother and Kate picked out the couch and mattresses since I apparently know nothing about that stuff as I was promptly told. Sunny, Sarah, and your mom chose the decorative stuff lying around, but I thought you’d like to personalize it when you have time. You know, beyond the basics.”
“I think I’m still in shock right now. I need time to process this.”
I lean forward resting my hand on her forearm. “Good shock or bad shock?”
She lunges, toppling me backwards onto the couch, and crawls the best she can in that big dress onto my lap. With our bodies pressed together, she says, “The best kind. I love it. I can’t believe this is our home. Are you for real right now?”
“Yes. I like to tease you, but I wouldn’t when it comes to something like this.”
“Thank you.” She kisses me with all her excitement wrapped up in it.
Holding her up by the hips, I lift onto my knees and bend so she lays down on her back. We adjust until I’m over her, my lips lingering on hers before I move to her chin and down her neck. She writhes beneath me, yearning laces her every moan, which signals my body into reaction. I continue planting wet, open mouth kisses across her chest, working my way methodically toward her breasts.
She arches her back and groans. “Evan, take me to bed and make love to me.”
“My pleasure.”
In the bedroom, I push her hair over her shoulder and wiggle the dress to loosen it from her body, kissing her neck and coming back up. “You are the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Her head lulls back as I squat down to make sure to hold the dress low enough so she can step out of it without falling. My body pulses from the site of her— garter intact. I kiss each of her shoulders again, then gently bite. “You’re so sexy.”
The dress pools around her ankles, and I lift her up and out of it. Her lacey undies removed… with my teeth, leaving her garter on while her body is displayed before me. “It’s just not right. You’re dressed to sin,” I accuse, watching her on the bed looking way too fuckable. She licks her upper lip and then fucking teases me by running that pink tongue over her bottom lip. If I ever had a doubt before, which I didn’t, I definitely don’t doubt my lust or love for this woman.
“It’s not sinful if we’re married. Speaking of sinful, got any fruit?”
“Fuck the fruit. You’re driving me crazy.” Instead of giving her what she thinks she wants, I give her what she needs. I lower myself onto my knees and hook my hands under her legs, pulling her closer. Mallory lays flat on her back with her arms out to the sides, her head resting on the mattress and looking much more comfortable.
I plant a small kiss on the inside of each of her knees and then focus on her right thigh. I lick, kiss, and suck a trail, continuing to her other thigh repeating the performance and causing her to wiggle. She props up on her elbows and pleads, “Stop teasing me, babe.”
At her demand, I kiss her there, deep and filling, my fingers and mouth working together to make her come. She falls back flat onto the bed again and I chuckle knowing she’s weak to my talents. Her hands wind into my hair and she pulls hard. I maneuver up her body, positioning myself, and kiss her the same way I kissed her before—meaningful and filling.
I push forward and we’re connected in the most intimate and physical way possible. I take my time, neither of us in any hurry. We’ve got all night. The sound of the waves crashing outside mingles with our heavy breaths as our bodies move in time together.
Her warmth enveloping me brings me close, and I struggle to stop my impending fall. She rolls me over, demanding to be on top. I love when she’s on top. She’s powerful and takes what she needs. It’s quite the sight to behold as she chases her own orgasm. Rocking on top of me, I hold her hips, thrusting from instinct and desire, my needs fulfilling hers as she fulfills mine.
Breathless and heated, she presses her hands down on my chest, and stops. “I can’t believe you bought a house.”
“I can’t believe you married me.”
She licks her lips then opens her mouth, taking in the air she needs to help compensate for the activity. She’s pure sex and a goddess. “I’m the lucky one,” she says, stroking my hair away from my forehead. Her smile is soft, her body relaxed and she begins moving again.
Closing my eyes, all the love I feel and good sensations she’s causing swirl inside, quickly going lower as I let the reality that we’re married sink in, increasing the feeling five-fold. I start pushing harder and faster, harder…
Clenching my teeth, I struggle to hold it together. She feels so fucking unbelievable when she comes. Her body tightens around me, encouraging my own release. I sit up and her hands slide to my back and stroke, moving to my shoulders as her body pushes against mine. With all my efforts and energy, I slam into her making her call out my name as her body responds to every thrust. Seeing her so caught up in the rapture rushes my build-up. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”
“Come inside. I want to feel you.”
Her words are filled with lust and are naughty when uttered from her mouth, but so fucking hot. She wants to feel me, so I give her all I’ve got.
Hours later, we’re lying in a hammock on the beach and I’m guessing by the moon’s position in the sky, it’s past midnight. Mallory is asleep in my arms, her naked body snuggled around me, her head on my chest. I thought she was asleep until she says, “I’m living in a dream.” She looks up at me. Her eyes tired, her expression soft. “Don’t wake me if I’m dreaming. I like living in paradise.”
I smile, the cool tropical breeze keeping us cool as it brushes across our bare shoulders. A blanket is under us and the sheet from our bed covering us. I kiss the top of her head and say, “Paradise is holding the girl of your dreams in your arms and watching the sunrise the morning after marrying her.”
She cuddles closer, as if that’s possible, and lowers her head back down. “Are we out here for the long haul tonight?”
“We’re definitely in this for the long haul.” I’m speaking as much about us as the night.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do. When I open my eyes, I look around while yawning. My body is stiff, but I’m careful not to disturb Mallory as I look out at the sun rising over t
he water. Glancing back at the window of our bedroom, I realize I’ll be able to start the day with this view for years to come. That makes me smile though it’s a lazier one, not fully awake yet.
Mallory wiggles, readjusting then slides her head up enough to look out at the water. “We’re married,” she whispers.
“Yes, we are. How do you feel about that?”
“Am I still dreaming?”
“No, this is real,” I say, not hiding my chuckle.
“Then it’s a dream come true.”
“You’re a dream come true, Mrs. Ashford.”
She lifts her head up and kisses me. “Say it again.”
“You’re a dream come true.”
“The other part,” she requests.
“Mrs. Ashford, this is the first day of our forever.”
She sighs, resting her head back down on my chest and smiling. “Forever sounds good to me.”
“This may be coming out of left field, but how are you feeling about kids?”
She bolts upright, flipping us both to the ground as the hammock goes spinning. Landing on top of her, the sand breaks our fall, and she says, “Kids? Evan, are you serious right now?”
“I’m talking about one day, not tomorrow.”
She releases a deep breath of relief, relaxing into the sand beneath her. When she stands, she wraps the sheet around her body, and says, “Thank goodness.”
Standing up, I take the other sheet and wrap it around my waist. I tug her closer by the loose ends of the wrapped sheet until she’s face-to-face with me, and ask, “So what do you want to do today?”
“You’ve worn me out, so I’m thinking some sunbathing and a good book might be in order. If I’m lucky, there’s this guy I’m hoping to see. He’s really hot and a great surfer. I love watching him out there riding the waves.” I smile, the right side lifting up higher impressed by how mischievous my girl is. She continues, “I’m hoping he makes an appearance today.” She looks me straight in the eyes, direct and insinuating. “To be honest, he gets me all hot and bothered when I watch him surfing and don’t even get me started on when he comes out of the ocean all strong and commanding. Water dripping.” She shivers and bites her knuckles, seeming to get a little turned on just from talking about it.
I run my finger down her nose and over her lips where she kisses the tip, now getting me hot and bothered. “I might be able to help you out with that ogling you’ve got on your agenda today.”
“I’d be very appreciative if you did,” she replies, dragging her finger down my bare chest.
“Dude! Surfs up,” Murphy calls from the side of the house, startling us.
Tightening the sheet that covers her, Mallory looks at me, makes a wonky face and rolls her eyes. My wife is not happy about the intrusion. With the boner I’ve got going, I can’t say I am either.
Rubbing her back, I whisper, “Sorry.”
She smiles and says, “It’s fine. We always have later.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, Mrs. Ashford.”
“I’d expect nothing less, Mr. Ashford.” She walks toward the open doors just as Sunny rounds the corner with Kate.
Kate says, “Sorry for barging in on your honeymoon, but Liam and I will be in New York when you guys return from Costa Rica. One last hurrah was in order.”
Sunny shows up with a grocery bag in her arms, and Mallory asks, “Did you at least bring coffee?”
Sunny follows the girls inside, and I hear her say, “And orange rolls. Are you naked under that sheet?”
Before she disappears inside, my lovely wife replies without shame, “As a matter of fact, I am.”
“What are orange rolls?” I ask, slipping on the pair of board shorts from the ground that I was stripped of last night before the hammock was christened and take my new board from the rack I had installed the other day.
Zach shows up with a box of pastries in one hand and his board under the other arm. “Only the best invention ever since the donut. They’re like cinnamon rolls, but with this orange frosting stuff. They’re insane, they’re so good. Sunny and I discovered them last week on the North Shore. They’re popular on the mainland. Is that a new board?”
“Yes, sirree. I had it custom made. A present to myself,” I answer, making sure the wax I put on the other day is still solid. I point to the letters on the toe of the board. “I had Mallory’s initials put on it. She’s my compass. Blah, blah… yeah, I sound like a total prick talking about this with you guys, so I’m gonna grab one of those sweet rolls and stuff my face instead. I’m starving.” I reach into the box and pull out a pastry to start eating.
Murphy hits my arm. “You are totally whipped, man, and lucky I’ve gone all soft on love myself or I might not appreciate this new Evan Ashford.”
“Lucky me you’ve gone soft,” I say, rolling my eyes. “This conversation has turned all kinds of wrong.” I’m not lucky he’s gone soft on my sister. I’m lucky that he leaves to retrieve his board from the truck, ending this conversation.
“Man, what a view,” Zach says, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at the ocean. “Check out the break. House on the beach and good surfing right out your back door. You’re set.”
When Murphy returns, he stands next to us, three pairs of eyes set on the surf ahead. “I see lots of dawn patrol happening,” Zach says.
“I’d be disappointed if it didn’t.” I start walking and they follow. “Gentleman, it’s time to pray at the church of the open sky.”
With boards under our arms, Murphy takes off running while Zach and I give each other one quick glance—all bets on—then run into the ocean.
“It’s just not right,” I say, staring ahead.
“Not right at all,” Sunny adds.
While keeping our eyes glued on the display of cocky manliness, glistening sun-kissed skin, and smooth moves in front of us, we only hear a dreamy sigh from Kate.
I stand up, not able to bear it any longer. On a mission with the girls flanking my sides, we stomp down to the water’s edge, waving to the guys, who are currently floating on their boards, way past the break. I jump, hoping to entice them with… well, with my feminine wiles. Okay, my tits. I tempt Evan with bouncing breasts. One can’t always play fair.
It’s almost noon and they’ve been out there for hours now. I miss him. It’s technically our honeymoon and I want my husband back. He grabs the next wave, stealing it from under Zach, which pisses off Zach, who has now stopped paddling and is sitting on his board swearing. We can hear him from here.
Evan cuts across the top of the wave and just as it starts to barrel over, he jumps into the air, diving into the ocean, his board dragged behind him by the leash. I stop breathing, my heart lumping in my throat until he finally pops up for air and starts swimming to shore. I’m gonna kick his ass for that move, but later because I have other plans for him first.
When he reaches the beach, I stroll over, casual in my approach, needing to sweet talk him out of anymore surfing, at least for a little while. “You must be exhausted,” I say with my hands behind my back. I’ve brought ammunition or what I like to call a little bribe to make sure he sees things my way. But to him, he gets a little show as this position perks my breasts forward for him to appreciate all the more.
He kisses me through heavy, tired breaths, and says, “Damn, we scored. The break is epic and we live right here.” His eyes are bright with excitement and possibility.
Slowly swaying my hips, I ask, “Speaking of breaks, you ready to take one? You know, for food and other stuff?”
Running his hand over his hair, rubbing roughly to shake the water out, he says, “Good idea. I’m starved. What’s for lunch?”
I hold up my weapon. “I’ve got an idea or two.”
His eyes widen, but when the smirk appears, I know I’ve got his complete attention. “Sex wax, huh? What do you plan on doing with that?” he asks.
I turn to walk back to the house, flipping up sand in th
e process. But I stop and look back at my surfer, the boy who became a man, dominating every ounce of his sex appeal and me along the way. “I’ve got a few ideas… and some matches.” I feign innocence as I say, “Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you. A fruit platter was delivered this morning while you were out surfing.” I add a little batting of the eyelashes for extra emphasis.
“You did not just go there,” he teases, waggling his eyes.
Nodding, I wiggle my booty, and say, “I totally did.” I take off running as he rushes to undo the leash from his ankle. I make the mistake of looking back once, which causes me to lose my lead, but losing to him is worth it since I’ll win in the end when he catches me. My hot husband runs toward me with a look in his eyes that can only be described as ‘starving.’
The girls laugh and catcall as we run past them, knowing we are about to take advantage of our newlywed status with all intents and purposes that come along with that title.
With one swift move, Evan captures me, swings me over his shoulder, and smacks my ass… hard. Inside, he flops me onto the bed and I’m caught between his strong arms and a fit of giggles. Jumping on top of the mattress, he pins my wrists above my head. Positioned between my legs with his erection pressed against my middle, he thrusts twice, making me squirm, and asks, “Now what was this about hot wax and fruit?”
It’s in that moment, looking into the deep ocean blue of his eyes, I realize I never stood a chance that day at the airport. Evan Ashford owned my heart and every breath I took thereafter from the second he asked, “Do you need the local time?”
My how time flies when you’re having fun and boy did I have some fun writing this series. My heart and soul felt every emotion and word spoken as I grew and experienced life with and through Mallory and Evan. There are characters that you write that feel so real that you struggle to explain the depth of love you have for them. This is one of those stories with those characters for me.
