Surviving (Surrender 2)
“I guess that’s possible but then it would cut into our ocean front breakfast on the balcony.”
I turn over and look at the view of the Atlantic Ocean out our window and realize I can sleep later. Declan grins at me and goes into the bathroom. I hear the water running and throw back the sheets. After I brush my teeth and wash my face, I sink into the tub in Declan’s lap.
He runs his fingers over the tattoo on my wrist. He’s unusually quiet for the first time since we said our vows.
“What are you thinking about?”
“A few things, my mind is full. First thing that comes to mind is how incredibly beautiful you looked walking to me. Our vows, your tribute to my mom, the whole reception. I’m hoping it was exactly what you wanted because I know it wasn’t the church wedding we originally planned.”
“Declan, it was more than I wanted. If I had my way, we would probably cancel the party in May. The day was perfect. I couldn’t ask for more. And todays the day.”
“What do you mean?” His face is full of confusion.
“Today is the three weeks. We’re married.”
A huge grin spreads across his face and I turn around to face him. Without a word, I lift up and position myself over him. I lower slowly feeling every inch of his hardness fill me. He sits up slightly and puts his hand on my ass cheeks urging me forward.
Instead of sliding up and down, I move back and forth. The movement rubs my tender clit against his skin causing friction that makes my stomach roll with anticipation. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and continue my slow assault on him.
“Jesus Christ, what are you doing? Your tits are harder than I’ve ever seen, your muscles are clenching me tight, and I feel us skin to skin. I’m not going to last long.”
I continue my rocking movements feeling everything he does. I’m close but want to try something I read about. I reach one hand around and grab his balls. He shoots up, and the scraping of his apa pushes me over the edge. I scream out in pleasure, and he groans against my neck. He hugs me close for a few minutes until our breathing returns to normal.
“Now we dirtied up our water. Need to move to the shower.” He says kissing a path along my neck.
“Okay, now we need to hurry. I’m not missing my balcony breakfast.”
“Oh silly girl, why do you think I woke you up so early? This was part of my morning agenda. We have plenty of time.” He winks as I move off him and stand. I lead him to the shower, which has a double showerhead and allows for us to both clean up with no more distractions.
The condo is quiet when we let ourselves in. The sliding glass door opens, and Ember and Robbie come in with their coffee mugs. When Ember sees us, she goes still, and her face turns pink. She’s wearing Robbie’s tuxedo shirt from last night, which hangs to her knees. You can’t tell if she’s wearing anything else.
Robbie is in his sleep pants and loose t-shirt. He isn’t affected by our presence at all.
“Hi guys, we were coming in to get some more coffee. Want some?” Ember asks walking to the kitchen.
“No, thanks. We came to get our stuff and say goodbye to anyone who’s awake.”
“RJ, you left a bunch of fools at a party with an open bar. Not too many people are going to be awake.” Robbie informs me.
Declan follows Ember to the kitchen where he gives her a hug and she giggles.
“What the hell is that about?” Robbie sneers.
“Please trust me on this, you don’t want to know. I promise no matter what you think, you absolutely DO NOT want to know. Just as I will not want to know one day.”
He must believe me because he drops the subject. I know Declan was personally thanking Ember for
the nightie.
I give them both hugs and kisses while thanking them again for everything. My brother holds me extra tight for a little longer than necessary, and when I pull away there’s happiness on his face.
When we get to our gate in the Miami airport, there’s no way Declan can hide our destination anymore. We’re going to Aruba! There’s only forty five minutes until we board, so I download a few things on my iPad for us to watch and read on the flight. I email Jay, the reporter, and the photographer our notes on the article and the pictures we approve.
Declan and I both get text alerts and see a message from Amber that includes Jay and Mike too.
Amber: Story broke. Someone posted a picture from reception. It wasn’t someone we know–another hotel guest. Confirm or Deny?
Jay: A, Mike and I will be in office early tomorrow, can this wait?