I took it and turned, heading back in the direction of Sway, who was standing at the top of the dugout steps watching me with a small smile on her face.
“That was a good game,” she informed me once I was close enough to hear her over the roaring of the crowd, who were still there.
I grinned.
“Yep.”
“You only got one home run, though,” she teased. “I am a little bit disappointed.”
I dropped down to one knee in front of her, and her eyes widened in alarm.
“What are you doing?” she asked shrilly.
I opened the box, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.
“Sway, will you marry me?”
Her mouth fell open, and then she threw herself at me.
Before I could react, we both fell backwards into the grass, and the crowd around us went wild.
“So, is that a yes?” I asked between her kisses.
She nodded and pushed up, using my stomach to steady herself, and I grunted as all the air left my body.
“Of course, it’s a yes!” She started to giggle. “You’re going to regret this, you know.”
“How so?” I teased.
She leaned down so her face was only inches from mine.
“You’re going to be on the front page of every single newspaper in the country,” she promised.
I pushed her up so she was still straddling my legs, but I was upright, and lifted the velvet box from the grass where it’d fallen.
“I don’t really care.”
Then I slid that ring on her finger, where it would never, ever leave again.
I looked up into those beautiful blue eyes, now filled to overflowing with tears, and said the words she probably never thought she’d hear.
“You’re the best superstition ever.”
Epilogue
Forgiveness is divine. Telling someone to fuck off is even better.
-Note to self
Hancock
“I can’t do it.” She shook her head frantically. “I can’t fucking do it.”
“Come on. I’ll go with you.”
She shook her head faster.
“What’s that?” I asked.
She turned her head to look in the direction I was pointing, and I chose that moment to push her over the edge.
The last look I got from her before she hit the water twenty feet below us was a look of betrayal and a promise for retribution.
I followed right behind her, of course, and swam towards her the moment I got my head about me.
“Don’t talk to me, Hancock. I’m mad at you.” She turned, viciously yanking down her goggles to cover her eyes. “I cannot believe you’d push the mother of your children off a cliff. On our belated honeymoon in Hawaii, of all places.”
I chuckled as I swam up to her back, wrapping my arms around her belly as I kicked my feet to keep us both above water.
“I wouldn’t have pushed you if you’d have jumped,” I teased.
She sighed.
“I hate when you’re right,” she grumbled. “Now let’s swim down there and look at these stupid fish you want to look at.”
Then she disappeared into the clear depths, swimming toward the bottom as she turned her head left and right, taking in in the underwater scenery.
I tugged my goggles over my eyes, and fit the respirator in my mouth, and dove down, kicking my feet hard to get close to her.
My eyes stayed on her ass as I swam, and by the time I’d gotten to her, my cock was hard as a rock.
Which wasn’t too surprising. She was in a freakin’ bathing suit that left very little to the imagination.
She’d gained a little weight over our five-year marriage, but not enough to make a huge difference in her body.
She had stretch marks where before it was unblemished skin, and she had a little more of a pooch on her belly from our two kids growing inside of her, but other than that, she looked nearly identical to the day I met her.
And I could not find a single thing wrong with that.
Sway patted my arm, bringing my attention away from her ass, and to the fish that she was frantically pointing to.
I held my thumb up, and she widened her eyes behind the goggles.
The fish she was pointing at was a clownfish…the same fish that we saw on a daily basis back at our house thanks to our three-year-old little girl who was in love with all things Nemo.
She started to wiggle her arms as she shimmied in the water, and my eyes zeroed in straight for her breasts, the thin wisp of fabric that was barely containing them slipped, and her nipple popped out.
She immediately fixed it, but it was enough.
I had to have her.
Right then.
Reaching for her, I pulled her with me to a rock to steady us.
The moment my ass touched the large shelf, I pushed the waistband of my swim trunks down, exposing my erection.
Her eyes widened and she frantically started shaking her head, but I wouldn’t take no for an answer.
I rarely ever did.
Not unless she really meant it.
But Sway liked to push the boundaries. She liked when I did things to her that she wouldn’t do normally.
Right now being one of those times.
Pulling her towards me, I yanked her so her legs were on either side of my hips and moved her swimsuit bottoms to the side.
The moment my cock found the entrance to her pussy, I thrust inside, groaning into my respirator.
We’d never done this in water before. It was completely and utterly different than anything I’d ever felt before.
And the moment I came, a few minutes later, taking Sway with me, I knew it wouldn’t be our last time. Even if we had to do this in our bathtub at home, it was getting done again.
It felt too good not to.
***
Five minutes later, she laughed breathlessly as we climbed our way out of the water.
“So, is that what we’re going to do now that you’re retired?” she teased, looking back over her shoulder at me.
“Of course,” I teased, kicking my flippers off and bending down to pick them up. “What else is there to do?”
She snorted and headed for our towel, and I winced when I saw that someone had set up nearly directly next to us.
“Grab the blanket and move it over here,” I indicated a tree that was casting some shade on a grassy area of the beach.
She picked up her phone, my phone and the keys and carefully shook out the blanket before walking it all over to the tree.
I threw my flippers on the ground next to the tree before taking the blanket from her and spreading it.
She dropped her stuff and headed back over to where we had our picnic basket and picked it up to bring it back over.
“What did you pack for us?” she asked.
I took out six Lunchables, and she started to laugh.
“What a great picnic, Hancock!” she snickered.
Without further ado, she grabbed one of the three pizza Lunchables, cheese only, and started building her lunch. Except she didn’t eat them right. Something I’d learned over the course of five years of marriage to her.
She stacked them like a sandwich, and then ate all three at the same time.
It was weird, yes, but it was her. It was Sway. And I’d take Sway any way she came, because she was that important to me.
My eyes drifted to the water when a sudden movement caught my eye, and my eyes bulged when a man in his birthday suit started to walk to a blanket. The one that’d been right beside ours.
Spotting us, though, he veered off course and walked over, extending his hand to me.
I didn’t take it.
Mainly because his cock was wiggling only inches away from Sway’s face.
“Hi, my name is Frank,” the man introduced himself.
After realizing I wasn’t going to take his hand, he dropped i
t to his side.
That didn’t make his smile go away, though.
Mine had, though.
“Do you mind, Frank, stepping away from my wife with your dick?” I snapped. “She’s trying to eat, and she doesn’t need your twig and berries waggling in her face while she does.”
The man looked down at himself, then at Sway, before taking a large step back.
“My apologies,” he said formally. “I didn’t realize.”
My ass.
He did realize.
You had to realize when your dick was that close to some other man’s woman.
There was no way in hell he didn’t know. None.
Appetite gone, I tossed my uneaten Lunchables back in the basket.
Sway did the same, and I knew then that she was in the same boat as me.
She was ready to go.
Now.
And I couldn’t say I blamed her.
“Well it was nice meeting you, Frank,” I lied as I stood up. “We’ll see you around. We have a dolphin swimming experience to get to.”
“Ohh, that sounds fun!” Frank said. “You’ll have to let me know how you enjoyed it.”
Yeah, right.
“Sure thing.” I picked up my phone as well as Sway’s and tossed them into the basket with our food. “See you around.”
I hoped not.
“You too,” Frank decreed with a wave.
Sway and I were around the rock that had secluded the little cove from the rest of the beach before I held up a hand and said, “Let me go over and tell the guy where to get his scuba gear back.”
Sway nodded and waited while I handled it, slipping the guy a hundred-dollar bill since I knew what he was about to encounter.
“Did you tip him well?” Sway teased.
“A hundred bucks.”
“It’s not enough,” she shivered in revulsion. “Did you see the size of his dick? I didn’t know they came that big!”
I slapped her ass.
“You’re not supposed to notice anybody’s dick but mine,” I informed her.
She snorted. “Yes, Master.”
My eyes flared.
“You can call me that later in bed, okay?”
She sighed. “You’re so predictable.”
***
“Are you going to call me master?” I asked, gathering Sway’s hair in my fist as I urged her faster.
She threw her head back, but not before she said what she had to say.
“Why would I call you master when I’m the one doing all the work?” she asked. “Maybe you should be calling me master.”
She giggled at the look on my face, and I lifted my hips, meeting her thrust as she came down on top of my dick, causing her to gasp.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispered frantically. “I’m coming.”
I waited until I knew she was finished to unload my release inside of her, and she nearly came a second time if the rippling in her pussy was anything to go by.
She panted as she leaned forward, resting her head just below my chin.
Her hand lifted to stroke my beard, and I sighed as our hearts slowed.
“Are you going to get rid of this now that you are done playing?” she asked, stroking me.
I loved my beard.
Loved how it made Sway’s skin redden when I was touching her with it. Loved how she stared at me, stroking it like she was doing now. Most of all, though, I loved that she loved it.
If she hated it, then I’d get rid of it.
But Sway wouldn’t ever ask, and to be honest, I was sure she liked it more than I did.
But before I could answer her question, a clapping filled the air.
“Crikey, mate,” someone said, interrupting my post-orgasm bliss. “I need a cigarette after that. Good on you, bloke!”
Sway stiffened and she immediately stood, my dick falling to my bare thigh as she rushed into the room.
I followed her, coming to a stop in the bathroom doorway as she paced back and forth while waiting for the shower to warm.
“What’s wrong?” I teased.
She tossed me a glare.
“I’m fat, and some guy just watched my fat jiggle while I rode you,” she said point blank.
My brows rose.
“You might have a few extra pounds now, but I love every new thing about you. Every extra inch. Every extra stretch mark. Every extra dimple. Every extra pound.” I started to run my lips down the length of her neck. “I just love you. Who the fuck cares about what anyone else thinks?”
She sighed, but her head was lifted, and her eyes were shining.
“You know,” she said, walking towards me. “You’re a really great man.”
I grinned.
“I know.”
“And you’re so humble.”
I winked.
“Hard working.”
She lifted her hand to my beard once again.
“A good daddy.”
My heart swelled.
“But most of all, you’re the best husband a woman could ask for.”
Her mouth came to my cheek, my beard hair rubbing coarsely against her baby soft skin.
Then, she ruined it all by opening her mouth. Closing her lips around my beard hair, and then pulling.
“Why do you insist on Billy Goating me?”
She burst out laughing.
“’Cause I like the reaction I get out of you when I do it.”
I pulled her to me when she turned to step into the shower, wrapping both of my thick arms around her chest and middle.
“You forgot to say you love me,” I informed her.
She looked at me over her shoulder.
“Maybe. But I’ll show you if you join me in the shower.”
“Promise?” I asked.
She smiled. “Promise.”
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