Honeymoon Angel: A Family Justice Novella

by Suzanne Halliday

  After a short greeting and some quick instructions, Johann snapped his fingers, and like magic, a local woman approached from one of the boats carrying something in her hands. Angie’s shaky gasp wrapped around his heart.

  “La ora na,” the woman called to them. As she got closer, Parker saw she reverently held a beautiful white flower. He’d done his research and knew the significance of the delicate bloom. The dark-haired woman smiled broadly when she placed the special flower in his hand.

  “For your wife,” she told him with a sparkle in her eyes. Then more quietly, she murmured, “Left ear.”

  He’d prepared for this moment. It was part of his island fantasy. His meticulous eye for detail and in-depth research meant he understood the significance of the Tiare flower’s placement. Left ear signified the woman was taken, and Angie Sullivan was most definitely taken.

  Lifting the fragrant gardenia, he murmured a quiet, “Thank you,” and then stepped up to his wife. He gently brushed her long hair over her shoulder and dropped a soft, tender kissed on her sweet lips. Fitting the flower’s stem behind her ear and adjusting the angle, he lifted a long curl and let it dangle against the swell of her breast.

  Parker touched the flower and then reached for her hand. The one wearing his rings. He placed her fingers over his heart and pressed.

  “You are my heart, Angel. The flower placed so tells the world you belong to me.”

  Her eyes held the sparkle of happy tears, and her lips curled into a cute, quivering smile.

  She startled slightly, and the smile became a grin. He recognized an Angie performance when one fired up.

  “Wait.” She sniggered. “Did you hear that?”

  God but he loved her snarky, wanton butt. With an arched brow and a sigh, he let her know what he thought of her behavior while people were standing right there, but she never even so much as slowed down.

  She took control of her hand and held a finger up as though she was listening intently to something. Something only she heard.

  “Yep. That’s what I thought.”

  He continued to smirk and wait for the line she so impertinently set up. His wife didn’t disappoint, judging by Johann’s amused cough of laughter.

  “That applause? It’s the Skipper, Gilligan, and the Professor. Nicely done, Counselor.”

  He roared with laughter for a second and then stepped into a courtly bow. “Just trying to make your downfall memorable.”

  The island woman didn’t even bother to hold back her laughter. Angie responded with a sisterly high-five that made him and Johann look at each other and roll their eyes.

  Rocking and rolling her bad girl hips, she swaggered up to him with an audacious pout on her face and playfully fiddled with her honeymoon collar. From the corner of his eye, Parker saw Johann and the island woman discreetly take their leave.

  “I think your wife needs a good spanking,” she quipped.

  “Oh, that’s happening, Mrs. Sullivan. And you can make bank on it.” He enjoyed the display of faux outrage coupled with naughty pleasure that she showed and snickered when an enhancement to the passionate spanking she was angling for occurred in his thoughts.

  She was handing him the perfect opportunity to introduce the Alpha Balls test device tucked away in his luggage. If the damn things worked the way Calder insisted they would, his misbehaving wife was in for quite a ride.

  Thinking about his wife’s pussy caused a surge of intense pleasure that rocked him off his feet and made him step back to regain balance. Knowing he’d have to maintain at least a sliver of control to get the device properly placed, Parker ditched the urge to make something romantic out of the clinical part of things and grabbed another opportunity to role-play. Dr. Sullivan would be making a house call later. A dirty, raunchy, gynecological house call.

  With that settled, he turned his attention back to the vixen trying so hard to top her indulgent master. Today was about her, so he swatted her beautiful behind and leaned in to bite her earlobe.

  “Show me whatcha got, baby girl. Swim, kayak, snorkel, canoe, wind surf. Whatever your heart desires.”

  She twined her arms around him and gave a long sigh. “My heart desires you, but if recreation is offered, you’ll have to get in line.”

  “Always so competitive,” he teased. Kissing her nose, he grinned into the sapphire eyes looking at him adoringly. “I love indulging this side of your nature. Now if only I could convince you that a slow, leisurely stroll is like fingernails on a chalkboard.”

  Bah! She barked with laughter. “They told me you were smart.” She scoffed. Shaking her head and shrugging one shoulder, she came back with a perfect follow-up. “Counselor, sometimes a stroll isn’t always one foot in front of the other. Sometimes, it’s a seduction. Maybe even foreplay.” She tsked and ended their embrace. “I would think an older guy like you would know that.”

  He reacted instantly to her taunt and grabbed his surprised wife with a hand around the back of her neck. Parker gave a forceful tug, and she crashed into his chest. Angie’s gasp gave him an opening, and he claimed her open mouth for a greedy, dominating kiss. Making a point and a promise with his tongue, he silenced her impetuous mouth before releasing her. When he did, her cheeks were bright pink, and she was swiping a trembling hand across her mouth. She lowered her eyes just long enough for him to exult in her submission.

  “You need cooling off, Mrs. Sullivan. I suggest you run that sweet ass as fast as you can before I catch you and toss you into the water.”

  She squeaked with alarm and took off running. He laughed and followed along. It would be a great day.

  ANGIE GRUNTED AND let out a tired sigh. Her arms were on fire from the paddling, but thank god the sandbar was in sight and getting closer.

  She paddled faster and not just because she was eager to take a break. Her competitive nature was fierce. Aware of Parker lazily paddling along in her wake, it pissed her off that he could overtake her anytime he wanted.

  Dammit.

  When she was close enough to the sandbar that it wouldn’t appear as if she was giving in, Angie hopped off her board and slipped into the water. Her muscles melted from the warmth as she floated for a few seconds before finding some footing.

  Dragging her board to the water’s edge, she gave up the struggle and handed off the equipment when Parker took over. Relieved of the burden, she gracefully fell backward into the water and floated for a good minute. This place is heaven, she thought. The vivid blue sky, lush tropical greenery, and clear blue water made for honeymoon nirvana.

  She swam to the sandbar and walked from the water with confidence when she found her husband’s eyes watching her.

  “What’s all this?” she asked. Her hand swept in circles over the stack of towels and beach spreads next to a large picnic hamper.

  Parker’s eyes held a blaze of carnality that let Angie know she was about to be thoroughly used. A shudder of excitement rippled along her spine. They’d paddled far from their recreation attendants to a sandbar hidden amongst the curving tree-covered shoreline. An intimate and small lagoon gave the sandbar an isolated vibe. He’d done his homework.

  “Lunch,” he informed her, but his eyes remained glued to her boobs. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were visible against the clinging wet suit.

  Grabbing a towel, she made a production out of drying off, ending with a deliberate butt wag when she bent over and shook her head while vigorously rubbing away any excess water. Angie was having a blast finding inventive ways to offer Parker her ass. It was something of a game at this point. A game she was winning despite his go-slow approach.

  How did she know she was winning? It was the bold lechery visible in his expression when she caught him eyeing her bottom. Parker’s step by excruciatingly slow step of what he called training her ass was incredibly sexy and exciting. When they finally got to the main event, she’d be ready, able, and so totally willing. So, so, so, so willing.

  She spread a beach blanket on
the soft white sand while he poked around in the basket.

  “Need help?” she asked.

  He snickered and slammed the basket lid shut. “Nope. Just checking to make sure the butt lube and spreader bar were in there.”

  Angie sank to her knees on the blanket and howled with laughter. What a clown! There was no way on God’s green earth he’d do anything like that. Parker took being discreet and careful with what others thought of her to an extreme. The island’s workers might suspect what they were doing, but leaving them with the smallest clue was not his thing.

  She crawled next to him and gave a little shove. “Sit, Sir,” she playfully commanded. “Let me serve you.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” her husband drawled. “Show me that ass first, though.”

  Giggling, she swung around on her hands and knees and shook her butt in his face. He smacked both cheeks and grabbed on for a gratuitous jiggle.

  “Okay, kitten.” Parker snigger-chuckled. “I know how bad you want my cock in your ass. No need to run the whole commercial.”

  Sighing dramatically, she swung around again and sat on her feet. “You’re going to make me beg. That’s the plan, isn’t it?”

  “No begging necessary, wife. However,” he drawled in a sexy grunt, “you will have to use your words. I think please might be nice. Take my ass, please.”

  She scoffed and started digging in the picnic hamper. “Duly noted,” she said with snarky dryness.

  He grinned and winked. “The begging will happen naturally after your body responds to the pleasure.”

  The embarrassed flush that burned her skin started in the soles of her feet and spread upward until throbbing excitement filled her senses. How the hell did he manage to make surrendering her anal virginity sound like the most erotic thing ever?

  The soft chuckling sound her husband made eased her nervousness. He played her by feeding Angie’s curiosity and stoking the fire of her passions.

  Their sandbar picnic was lovely. Not only was there a delicious lunch in the basket along with a bottle of cold champagne, but her Tiare flower was also carefully packed in a plastic box so it didn’t get mangled during their activities. Parker placed it behind her left ear and took a picture with a small pocket camera he retrieved from the hamper.

  He impressed her. With everything. Their water activities were photographed and videoed by the resort staff. The whole day was captured, and her heart warmed, knowing how important this small detail was to her husband.

  Now that she’d seen his secret mementos and understood the connection he felt to his Angie stash, she didn’t try to pose or put on an act. The candid snaps of moments in time would be real and honest, not full of pretense.

  At the bottom of the hamper, they discovered a box of her favorite chocolates. Everyone else might swoon for European confections and fancy gourmet treats, but she was an unabashed milk chocolate fan. Give her a Hershey bar or a bag of kisses, and she was more than good, so finding the container of minis earned her amused husband a shriek of delight and a serious kiss.

  Parker stretched out on his side, reclining on one arm with his ankles crossed. It was a casual pose that included the visible signs of an aroused alpha indulging his prey. She sat cross-legged near his head and broke off pieces of the chocolate minis to feed him.

  “Did I ever tell you about Sophie and the chocolate dildo?”

  Angie realized she worded that the wrong way when her new husband nearly choked to death on a chunk of candy. She thumped his back as he tried to catch his breath between coughs and bursts of laughter. When he finally recovered, his face was bright red from the effort and his eyes brimming with tears. He sat up and shook his head.

  “Are you trying to kill me?”

  She giggled and popped a square of chocolate into her mouth. “That came out wrong.” With a goofy shrug, she made a face and added, “And you have a dirty mind.”

  A display of cat-like reflexes had him snatching the candy out of her hands and holding it high above her head when she tried to grab it back.

  “Hey!” she squawked. “Don’t be a dick!”

  “Don’t be a dick, Sir.” He snickered.

  Huffing and puffing, she sat back down with an exasperated grunt and crossed her arms. “You have an unfair advantage.” She counted to ten then made a face and said, “Sir.”

  “Well, you know what they say,” Parker growled. “Size matters.”

  She couldn’t produce a smartass comeback and ended up sputtering while she squirmed. In the size matters category, her husband got top honors.

  He watched her with a gigantic grin plastered on his face, ate several pieces of chocolate, and openly ogled her boobs, which were making quite a statement due to her crossed arms.

  She harrumphed, dropped her arms, and glared as best she could. Not so easy when the person she attempted to manipulate put off a seduction vibe.

  “Now,” he smoothly drawled. An edge of mockery in his tone matched her smartass-ness. “Explain Sophia Marquez and the chocolate dildo. Curious minds want to know.”

  Angie squirmed, blushed, and looked everywhere but at her husband—which only made him laugh. He unwrapped a piece of plain milk chocolate and waved it in front of her face.

  “C’mon, kitten. Tell Sir your dirty secrets.”

  For several seconds, she considered jumping on him and going in for a hot and heavy make-out session. Then she came to her senses.

  Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue and leaned in. And what did Parker do? He balls out laughed in her face, broke the chocolate chunk in half, and dropped a piece on her tongue.

  “Sophie? A dildo? I’m waiting.”

  The tale wasn’t nearly as lurid as he apparently imagined, but it was funny and classic Marquez sister fuckery. In other words, a story worth telling.

  “It was a couple of years ago. Right around the time Aldo came into the picture.”

  Her husband’s dark scowl at her deliberate mention of the pansy-ass shithead she’d been briefly and stupidly engaged to felt like a victory until his scowl changed. She’d be paying for that particular taunt. Squee!

  With a dry mutter, she arched a brow and sneered, “Anyway,” as she continued her testimony. “We were doing a mall crawl in Madrid to pick up random props and stuff for some pictures Sophie was having staged at the winery. She has an eye for stuff like that, so we hit up every store or kiosk that grabbed her attention.”

  Parker half sniggered. “I sometimes forget how crazy smart and talented she is. That girl could convince a farmer he needed a fancy wine cellar and do it with complete believability.”

  “It’s her face,” Angie said with a giggle. “Dad says she was born pretending to be innocent, and the look worked for her, so she kept it.”

  He barked out a laugh. “I remember making a bullshit detector out of a busted tennis racket with Alex. We drove her crazy one summer by whipping it out at every opportunity.”

  The beaming smile she knew was on her face had a lot to do with their family’s long history together. How damn lucky was she that the man she married was already a member of her family and inner circle? She would bet that if they dug around in the storage room in the Villa’s stable, they’d probably find that crappy tennis racket.

  She continued with a chuckle. “So we were in this store that sold junk. Literal junk,” she clarified. “You know the kind of store I mean. Black light posters and dragon tail incense burners. Gigantic beer mugs and cheap rhinestone jewelry. Every young kid’s dream. Total crap.”

  “I think that’s where I got your ruby earrings,” he told her with a wicked chuckle.

  She knew damn well those earrings came from a high-end jeweler, but that didn’t stop her from gasping with faux outrage. “Are you insinuating I can be had on the cheap?”

  His face at her taunt was ten kinds of adorably priceless. Next to calling him old, any questioning of his intentions toward her—ever—got an instant reaction. Her husband’s comeback made a lie of her at
tempt at snarky humor.

  “Yeah, right. I think this six-figure honeymoon proves that you, madam, are in no way a cheap date.”

  “My father says you can afford it.” She flipped her hair, sniffed, and pouted.

  He pounded the sand and barked with laughter. “My uncle likes yanking my chain. And since my own father eggs him on like it’s his job, they both get away with murder.”

  What he said was one hundred percent accurate. Their fathers were master shit-stirrers. That was why Sophie was also so damn good at causing mischief and acting completely innocent at the same time. The apple hadn’t fallen far in her case.

  “Stop distracting me,” she quipped, “or it’ll be tomorrow before I get this whole story out.”

  “Sorry. Continue.”

  “Okay. Where was I?” She frowned and rewound the narrative until finding where she left off. “So we’re in crap heaven when she spies a display of cringe-worthy chocolates fashioned into sex toys. Donald the dildo.”

  Parker snicker-snorted and coughed. His face said sorry, but he was so not!

  “Obviously, she bought one. Sophie. What else can I say?”

  Parker’s face acknowledged the truth in her words. “Indeed.”

  “In case you’re wondering, and I can tell by your snotty chuckles that you are, it wasn’t for personal use but rather earmarked as a gag gift for the winery’s general manager.”

  “Interesting … personal use.”

  “Ew, no,” she bit back. “Only a guy would think it’s okay to put food items in someone’s hoo-ha.”

  “Relax, baby girl. Your hoo-ha is safe.” He shrugged so cutely and drawled, “Sacred ground if you catch my meaning.”

  “Well, there you have it. Donald the chocolate dildo.”

  “I’m surprised Sophie would go that far.”

  The urge to zip her lips and say no more was fierce. “Sophie is complicated.” She stupidly imagined he’d let it drop after that.