Honeymoon Angel: A Family Justice Novella

by Suzanne Halliday

  Milk chocolate, champagne, and ice cream—surefire ways to his lady’s heart, and that was all he cared about.

  With her face flushed pink, she wore a mask of concentration as she tried to clean up. Angie’s natural beauty overwhelmed him at times. She was licking the corners of her mouth wearing an adorable frown.

  This was one of the countless things he loved about her. One minute, she was as playful and energetic as a young girl, and the next, she could be a confident, composed woman. A woman who exuded a powerful natural presence.

  But tonight was about indulging her playful side.

  Parker mentally stepped back from the near constant seduction he subjected her to and concentrated on keeping things light. Despite wanting to remove a smudge of chocolate under her lower lip with his thumb so she could suck it off, he controlled himself. Plenty of time for that later.

  She tried to help him clean up after they’d eaten a trough of ice cream, but he waved her off. After an inspiration lightning bolt, he asked her to grab the guitar and sing while he tidied up the mess.

  He took a snapshot in his mind of how stunningly beautiful his wife was as she sat on a high stool, crossed her legs, and covered her nakedness with the guitar across her lap. She winked at him and strummed while she decided what to sing.

  Inside his head, he did a geeky touchdown dance of happiness when she started humming. The song was fucking perfect—just like her.

  Aunt Ash would be proud. So too his mom. They loved every sixties song—hands down—and would approve of “Dream a Little Dream” made famous by The Mamas & the Papas.

  And she sang it beautifully. His wife’s husky vocal did Mama Cass proud.

  He joined her as soon as he finished and took the guitar when she handed it to him.

  “Your turn.”

  He sat on the sofa and motioned for her to sit next to him.

  “My dad always said it’s good to have a Marvin song for most every occasion.”

  She laughed and playfully shoved him with her shoulder. “Dad uses Marvin Gaye on Mom, too.”

  “Great!” He chuckled. “Family tradition then.”

  Leaning over for a quick, wet kiss, he pulled back and murmured, “Marvin and me. ‘Too Busy Thinking About My Baby.’”

  His exuberant wife made it through half of the song before she got up and started to dance. She was gloriously naked, and the movements did the usual things to his dick.

  Time to move things along before he bent her over the sofa and slam fucked her for the hell of it.

  Losing the guitar after the last notes faded, Parker stood and took her hand to led them onto the big deck where the next part of the evening’s fun awaited.

  “Oooh, what’s this?” she exclaimed as the setup came into view.

  “Body paint,” he explained. “Nontoxic, edible body paint. Guaranteed not to stain.”

  The edible got her attention.

  “Really?” she asked with her brows arched high. “What do you have in mind, Counselor?”

  “Check it out,” he told her.

  She left his side and stooped over one of the paint trays. Two trays held several large pots of body paint. What made this creative and not just kinky was that each setup corresponded to a famous work of art depicted in a paint-by-number pattern on a body outline.

  One was Starry Night and the other a colorful design from a modern artist he knew she admired—Leonid Afremov.

  A large cloth tarp was stretched out across a large portion of the deck.

  They set to work. He painted her first with the Starry Night pattern. Then she made an Afremov design on him. Instead of licking the paints off, they got silly and rolled around on the tarp. What they made was pretty cool. He wanted to take it home and hang the tarp above their bed like a canvas until Angie wisely pointed out it wasn’t created with paint and would therefore not last. He made her promise not to mess with it until he had a chance to take some pictures.

  A lovely swim in the calm, warm water took care of cleaning them up.

  They played tag on the way from the water back to the house, and he remembered why she always won the game. Angie was a master tactician, like her damn brother, and seemed to know whether he’d zig or zag and be prepared to dart the other way.

  On the house’s deck, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe. “This has been perfect. I don’t want to leave.” Her voice was thick with emotion.

  She kissed him with loving tenderness. His heart melted, and he held her.

  “We’re just getting started, baby girl,” he told her with a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’m hoping you’ll carry this place in your heart when we go tomorrow. That way, we aren’t really leaving.”

  She turned, wrapped his arms tight around her middle, and snuggled her back against his front. He rested his chin on her head and took in the beautiful view. He wanted to remember this place forever.

  It was a lovely, sentimental moment, and then his wife’s true nature had a giggle.

  “We don’t have any tan lines.”

  She sounded so pleased that he laughed. “Thank you for the dick sunscreen.”

  Angie’s amused snort rang out. “It would have sucked if your baby-maker got sidelined. Somebody had to keep it together.”

  At her reminder of the hoped-for consequences of the off-the-charts lovemaking they’d engaged in, Parker slid his hand to cover her stomach.

  She tilted her head up and smiled. “I want a naughty little boy with a Sullivan smirk.”

  “And I want a beautiful baby angel with her mother’s sapphire eyes.”

  She suddenly glared at him and groused, “I’ll kill you if you put twins in me. Please don’t be an overachiever like my butthead brother.”

  He sniggered. “Oh, didn’t you know? I’m programming for triplets. Can’t have that dickhead do something better than me.”

  Her supersonic comeback knocked him for a loop and demonstrated why he had to stay on his toes around her. She was fucking quick and smart.

  “Oh!” She scoffed and pushed out of his hold. “So you ARE using me to breed your little Jedis.”

  He sputtered with shock. “What? Oh jeez, Angie. Please don’t use that word. I’m serious about Alex making me into a eunuch.”

  She gave him a smug little smirk and patted his chest. “Just so we’re clear about having one kid at a time.”

  “I don’t think we get a say.”

  Her frown when his logic canceled her snark was a blue ribbon winner.

  “Well, then,” she pithily growled. “Guess you’ll have to catch me first.”

  She shoved and ran in the same movement and left him standing there wondering how the hell she moved that fast.

  He chased her around the house while she performed some next level acrobatics, vaulting over furniture and using everything not nailed down as a prop. The only reason he caught her was because she started to laugh when he began acting out his caveman. Swinging his arms and pounding his chest like the king of the jungle, he knuckle-dragged and stomped until she fell apart with laughter.

  She was trying to bolt when his arm shot out and grabbed her around the waist. Her feet left the floor, and she shrieked with alarm. Parker wasted no time throwing her over his shoulder. She laughed and struggled while he lumbered toward their honeymoon bed doing his best lecherous Neanderthal with sex on the brain.

  He followed when he tossed her on the bed, grunted, and immediately put his face between her legs. She smelled so fucking good that he lost no time devouring her pussy with greedy pleasure.

  With his caveman unleashed, Parker took them on a no-holds-barred journey of avaricious carnality that pleased him greatly. She fed his hunger and surrendered to the power of his loving.

  The first time she came, he just kept on going—never letting up until he had her on the crest of another tremendous climax. When they started, his intention wasn’t to lose control, but he did, and before long, his cock was pounding away. He couldn’t be
bothered when his foot tangled in the bedclothes until he tried to move a certain way, and they went tumbling off the bed.

  Two seconds after he thudded to the floor on his back with Angie impaled on his cock, they cracked up laughing and didn’t stop. They made inappropriate jokes and kept each other laughing as the pounding continued. In a moment of sheer perfection, they got off together. It was the first time in his life he was laughing as he came.

  It seriously could not have been a better way to end their night.

  FEELING TERRIBLY PROUD of her bad self, Angie smiled sweetly at every person they encountered once it was time to get dressed and rejoin the human race.

  Why was she rather full of herself today? Because she’d won the anal sex battle and teased her wicked husband in the wee hours of the overnight to take her again even though he’d previously declared that once was enough. For now.

  Rousing him from a dead sleep with an audacious oral wake up and then begging for his big cock in her ass wasn’t as easy as the words made it sound. She’d begged. Even after he ate her pussy to a quivering climax.

  He gave in because he couldn’t help it and sent her flying when he completely lost control. He wasn’t happy with himself afterward and kept apologizing during the aftercare. She explained that she wanted a second time because she needed to know if her response the first time had been a one-off.

  It wasn’t. She got off on his cock dominating her and said so in those words. He nodded and assured her he understood.

  They were packed and ready to depart when he unceremoniously made love to her one last time. He removed her thong panties, lifted her dress, and bent her over the arm of the sofa.

  By the time the boat tied up at the dock, she was thoroughly fucked, a little unsteady on her feet, and involuntarily giggling. Before helping Angie back into her panties, he’d cleaned her up with his mouth and ensured she was hot and bothered by denying her a follow-up orgasm.

  His enormous grin and obvious satisfaction were evident, so she simply smiled and had a good time with the whole thing.

  He caressed her bottom when she sat forward on the boat to talk to the captain.

  She covered his bulge with her hand when no one was looking.

  At the airport in Papeete, her husband got out of the way and let her buy everything she saw. It was while they were killing time and shopping that the satellite phone activated. He was standing apart from her while she inspected a selection of key chains. Angie did a slow double take when his body jerked slightly. A call coming in shocked him too.

  Parker removed the phone from his carry-all and connected. She watched, carefully studying everything. His posture, body language, and head movements. The call lasted less than two minutes. It looked like he made a few short comments with some minor head nods but no conversation took place from his side.

  Hmph. I wonder what the hell that is about?

  He put the phone back in his bag and turned to her. She smiled and waved him over, indicating with her pointer finger that she found something. He chuckled and briefly shook his head. It was his indulging the wife move.

  Would he volunteer who the caller was or would she have to ask?

  “What did you find now?” he asked. His arm went around her shoulders as his head bent closer to the display. “Key chains? They don’t make key chains in Arizona?”

  “I’m sure they do, but these are from Tahiti. That makes them awesome and special.”

  He chuckled softly. “They’re from an airport souvenir shop and probably made in China.”

  “I don’t think Ben or the guy who parks your car every day will care who made them. It’s the thought that counts,” she assured him.

  “You’re gonna run up quite a customs tab with all this shit.”

  She sniggered and looked around quickly to make sure no one heard her reply.

  “I’m good for it. Maybe we can work out a trade.”

  “Careful, lady,” he drawled. “My wife might hear you.”

  His playful offhand remark hit a nerve, and her face lost its smile.

  He noticed and frowned. “What?”

  Angie bit her lip. Then she quietly blurted out her objection and waited for his reaction.

  “I don’t like cheating scenarios. Not even for playtime.” She pushed some hair behind an ear and winced. “Sorry, it’s a whole thing.”

  He put his hand on her butt and pulled her into his body. “Don’t be sorry. You’re absolutely right. Cheating isn’t something to make light of. I was stupid.”

  She didn’t say anything.

  “I’m sorry. Am I forgiven?” he asked.

  “Um, you know what? This is a teachable moment. Just so we’re clear, cheating will lead to jail time because I will destroy anyone who crosses that line. Including you.”

  “Honey, what you described is a two-way street. Nobody touches what’s mine. As for me crossing a line? No fucking way, Angel. I’ve waited too long for this to mess it up. I meant every word of my vows to you. I gave you an undying pledge of love and fidelity, and no thing or person can change that.”

  The possessive hand on her ass made Angie weirdly happy. She liked being his.

  “Let’s go home,” she told him.

  He looked at his watch and winked. “If the plane keeps to its schedule, you might be able to bang out two quick hours on Rodeo Drive.”

  She scoffed and made a face. “Hardly! But if there’s an outdoor mall with a Target, a Hallmark store, a Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and a Walgreens, I’ll be happy to empty your wallet, Counselor.”

  “Grab your key chains, Mrs. Sullivan, and let’s keep moving.”

  “Oh, wait. Shit! I forgot Bella. Hold on.” She giggled. “I saw a shorts outfit and a bunch of mermaid crap in a display over there. You get the key chains. Four should do. Meet you at the checkout.”

  She was about to dash off when she yelped, “Hey. Hold up. Who was on the phone?”

  Parker’s face was totally blank for a second, and then he made a face. “Your brother.”

  “Why? He missing his girlfriend?”

  “I dunno,” he told her with a shrug. “Mumbled some bullshit about checking in. He vetoed my return plans and will have Sawyer on call for tomorrow.”

  “He’s sending the plane to Los Angeles? Why?”

  He shrugged again. “I do not know.”

  “Should I be worried?”

  Angie was glad when he didn’t dodge the thousand unspoken questions hanging on her words.

  “Let’s save the worry until we find out what’s up. Red is fine, that much I know.”

  “It’s probably just his annoying Big Daddy persona poking its nose in. Making sure you were returning his baby sister in good condition.”

  Her husband wagged his brows. “He shoulda waited then because I have one more day to wreck you totally, and honey, that’s definitely happening.”

  Smiling broadly, she teased, “And how’s that whole wrecking thing going?” She prompted with air quotes in the appropriate place. “Looks to me like I’m still walking. I dunno.” Angie scoffed. “Maybe there’s something to the old guy thing.”

  He swatted her ass, promised some spirited retribution for the unwifely comment, and then pushed her toward the kid’s section.

  “Pick up something special for Ms. Bella Mia. From me,” he told her before she scooted off.

  Once she finished lighting a fire to Parker’s credit card, they shoved everything into the empty carry-on he had ready just for this purpose. Then they grabbed a quick bite in an airport bistro and made their way to the gate for their plane.

  Twenty minutes after the plane took off, she fell asleep with her head on his shoulder.

  “Please tell me you’re fucking kidding,” Parker snarled into his cell phone.

  Alex’s voice made certain he understood that no kidding was involved. “Polaris, that motherfucker, has both feet over the line. And Al-Awadi screwed the pooch big time.”

  Hearing names from the p
ast gave Parker a queasy feeling.

  “So, everyone, all of us—we’ve been compromised?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Fuck.” He groaned

  Alex’s answering sigh was so heavy it made Parker uneasy. “You have to tell Angie right away, man. This thing is in motion. The minute your feet hit the ground on this end, all hell breaks loose.”

  Parker grunted and thought, Holy fuck. Then he asked about Meghan and the twins. “How’s Red taking the news?”

  The long pause worked on Parker’s composure. Alex wasn’t much for prevarication, and his best friend rarely hemmed and hawed. The two-word answer said a lot and nothing at the same time.

  “She’s struggling.”

  Yeah, no doubt.

  Doing some quick math, he figured they were eight or nine weeks from the twin’s due date. Meghan Marquez was a ballbuster extraordinaire but carrying two kids was testing her limits. Finding out her husband was preparing to strap on a bulletproof vest and walk into a Pakistani black ops site on a mission critical to US security and most likely eke out a bit of revenge in the process wasn’t what a pregnant woman nearing her due date wanted to hear.

  Parker grunted. “My wife has no idea. Something tells me Angie isn’t going to react favorably.”

  “How is she? My sister?”

  Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Parker pressed the phone to his ear and stared at the Hollywood Hills and distinctive LA scenery. They knew each other too damn well, and while that knowledge meant he had a damn good idea what Alex and Meghan’s intimate life looked like, it also meant his best and oldest friend knew what was going on with Parker and the man’s little sister. The connection made some discussions uncomfortable.

  “She’s quite gleefully spending all my money and making plans for a dog and a hot tub. Oh, and she told me you peed the bed till you were twelve.”

  Parker laughed when Alex bellowed, “She said what?”

  “Marital privilege.” He chuckled. “No more secrets.”

  “Oh,” Alex growled. “So what you’re saying is she’ll be fine with learning about your involvement with, well, you know.”

  It was Parker’s turn to sigh. “Goddammit, Alex. Don’t you think she and I have been through enough? Why the fuck does this have to come up now? It’s our honeymoon.”