It seems like the trip to this damn cabin has lasted three days when in reality, the drive was only a little over an hour. Carrie is asleep when we pull up. I shut everything down as quietly as I can and then walk over to her door. I’m undoing her seatbelt when she starts waking.

“Hi,” she whispers softly, her lips slowly spreading into a smile. I wrap my fingers around the soft curl of her hair that has covered her cheek.

“Hey, Care Bear.”

“Are we here?” she questions, sleepily. I let go of her hair and finish unbuckling her. Then I move a hand behind her back and one under her leg. Her head rests against my chest, tucked in just below my shoulder.

“We’re here. Let’s get you inside.”

“I can walk, Jacob.”

“I’m carrying my wife. It’s tradition.”

“I think that’s only for over the threshold of your home…”

“Never let it be said I didn’t go the extra mile for you,” I tell her. She sighs softly, and I get her from the car. “Key in the security code for me?” I ask her when we reach the door. It has an electronic keypad in place of a lock. I give her the code, the realtor arranged for me and the door opens up easily. Once inside, I let her down gently, before closing and locking the door back.

“What about our clothes?”

“I’ll get them later. Trust me, sweetheart, you won’t need clothes for a few days.”

“But…”

“In fact, I’m making a house rule.”

“A house rule?”

“It’s against the law to wear clothes inside the house.”

“But…” Her eyes are wide.

“Or on the back deck since that’s where the hot tub is.”

“While I’m being naked, are you going to be that way too?”

“Of course. It’s our honeymoon.”

“Then we should make sure the rules are obeyed now. We wouldn’t want to have bad luck by breaking the rules.”

“All that beauty and brains. How did I get so lucky?” I ask her, watching as she pulls the shirt she’s wearing over her head, revealing a sage green lace bra underneath. Carrie lets her shirt drop to the ground with a smile.

“You think you’re lucky now? Trust me, Jacob. You’re about to get really lucky,” she whispers, and instead of taking her own pants off she takes a step to me, goes down on her knees and begins undoing the buttons on my jeans. She has my cock out, my jeans sliding down around my knees in no time. I bring my hand up to her hair as she holds me in her firm grip, stroking me.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll end our game a little too soon?” I ask her, moving my thumb down to her lips.

“You’re kidding right? You have stamina Shakespeare could write about,” she giggles. I push my thumb into her mouth and watch the way her lips close around it—feel the way her tongue wraps around it.

“A sonnet about fucking?” I ask her, smiling, but feeling desire move through my whole body. “I bet he would have sold a fuck-load more books.”

“Shall I compare your cock to a Summer’s Day?” she asks, saucily as I bring my hand back up to tangle into her hair.

“Quit making me laugh. I’m trying to get my dick sucked here, Care Bear.”

“What if I show you how I once was crowned the Blow Job Queen?”

“I’m totally down for that,” I tell her, ending in a groan, as she slides her tongue around the head of my dick.

Damn.