“Morning,” I tell Fallon as I pack a suitcase for our surprise trip that I booked last minute. We need this. From the time we began dating, it’s been stressful.

“What time is it?” she asks me as she rolls over to watch me. “What are you doing?

“It’s ten thirty, and I’m packing.”

“Packing.Why?”

“Cause, I booked us a trip.”

“You did?”

“Hell yeah.” I try to stifle the smirk on my lips, but it’s useless. “You need to get up and pack yourself.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” I tell her, watching a small smile curve on her lips as she imagines what we are about to embark on.

“Well, if you won’t tell me, at least give me a hint about what I should pack.”

“Beachwear, sexy,” I tell her and zip my suitcase closed.

“What gave you this idea to go?”

“I had breakfast with my dad.”

“Sounds like it must have been some breakfast. What did he say?”

“He gave me the idea that we should get away—just the two of us. But once we’re back, he wants us to tell my mom. He doesn’t want to keep it from her in case she ever does find out and then finds out that he knew and she didn’t. He also thinks we should tell your parents. Until then, he won’t say a word to either of them.”

“What do you think we should do?” she asks me, shifting in bed so the sheet falls a bit. I abandon my suitcase on the floor and crawl up the bed toward her. I can’t resist dropping kisses over her exposed skin until I reach her lips. After a long, slow kiss, I press my forehead to hers.

“I think we have to tell my mom. I also think it would be better if we were honest with your parents, too. Don’t you think?”

“I guess.”

“Good, then we’ll handle it all when we get back. Right now, I’m excited to get away and focus on us. Everything has been so crazy since we started dating, I don’t want us to look back and have regrets.”

“I’ll never have any regrets being with you.” Her hands come up to cup my jaw, and I can see in her eyes how much she means that.

“I didn’t mean it like that, baby. I mean just stressing out too much and not enjoying this time before the baby is here.”

And I hope she gets what I’m saying. I don’t want her to stress the entire time she is pregnant. Before we know it, the two of us will be three, and it’ll put a whole different spin on things. A new dynamic to the way we live our life.

* * *

“For this long of a flight, we could’ve gone to Mexico,” Fallon gripes as the airplane makes its final descent into Hawaii.

“Are you really complaining?”

“I’m not complaining.”

I roll my eyes and hold securely to her hand, hating the moment the wheels touch the ground. I don’t know why, but every time I imagine the plane exploding into a ball of flames. Other than landing, I don’t mind flying.

“You know I’m just joking. I’m so excited to be here,” she says.

The wheels touch the ground, and I flinch, holding my breath. No explosion follows—thank God—and I finally find the air to answer her. “Me, too.”

“I still don’t know how you did all this,” she says as the warm Hawaiian air hits us the moment we step off the plane.

“I told you, I went online and booked everything after breakfast with my dad.”

With her body close to mine, we follow the large crowd toward the luggage carrousels. On the flight here, we made an agreement not to stress about anything. All we are going to do is enjoy this time together.

After we pick up the luggage, we hop in a cab to the hotel, and as it drives through the tree-lined entryway of the Four Season, I watch Fallon’s eyes as she skips from one beautiful view to the next. She has a grin on her face, and my plan is to keep it there not only while we are here but also long after we leave Hawaii.

“Are you sure this is the right hotel?” I smirk at her. What? Did she think I would book us into a dive?

“You didn’t think I’d book anything except for the best for my sexy, did you?”

The driver stops the car, and I slide my fingers into the back of her hair, pulling her lips to mine and kissing her passionately. I’m so excited to embark on this amazing journey with her. I’m practically pulsating with energy as we leave the cab and check in at the front desk.

“We hope you enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Avalon,” the woman says referring to Fallon as my wife. As we follow the bellhop up to our room, I decide that I really, really like the sound of it.

With the hotel key in my hand, we head toward the room. The ocean in the distance is so relaxing as we weave through the courtyard.

“Here you are,” he says, and we enter our room. He brings our bags in and leaves them by the door. I pass him a tip, and as the door to the room closes, my eyes are on Fallon. Every filthy thought I’ve ever had is so vivid, and I imagine doing them all to her on this trip.

“The room is amazing.” Not as amazing as she is. “Thank you for all of this,” she tells me, giving me that look, the one she gives me when she’s begging to be fucked.

Then she drops to her knees, her soft cotton dress pooling around her as she jerks my cock out. She wraps her warm lips around me working my full length. “Oh fuck.” Watching the way she slowly swallows me almost undoes me.

It’s a push and pull match of pleasure, but having her on her knees like this makes me want more. Reaching down and into her dress, I pinch one of her soft nipples. The gesture causes her to moan, and I spread my hand, taking her entire breast into my hold. My balls tighten with need, and all I want to do is sink inside her.

Lifting her to her feet, I tug her dress over her head and toss it aside before stripping myself naked. The closest thing I see is the couch, and I lay her backward on the cool fabric. She so willingly waits for me to do whatever I want. So that’s what I do. I spread her slit open for me and tease her clit with the head of my shaft, rubbing myself back and forth.

“Fuck!” she whimpers, clearly liking the friction. Her body quivers beneath mine, urging me to enter, but I love teasing her. I love watching how close I can get her just from rubbing her with the tip of my cock.

“Please!” she begs me in such a sweet, seductive voice.

“Please what?” I ask her, still teasing.

“Fuck me!”

“Not ’til you come.”

“I can’t.”

Her words are a challenge I gladly accept. Picking up my pace, I rub her clit faster and pinch one of her nipples. Her body arches, hot and clammy, just the way she gets right before she comes. Her eyes are on mine as she pants, letting me continue to torture her.

“Yes, that’s it.” I give her my approval as her whimpers turn to moans and the instant her body trembles, I barrel inside her, slamming myself so rapidly I hear her breath catch. I’m moving so fast that I have to adjust my footing, My thrusts make her come wildly, and I don’t let up, pushing her into another orgasm almost as soon as the first one fades.

Her noises and tight cunt are my ticket to pleasure, causing me to just keep going, My balls slap her ass, and all the veins bulge from my dick. Her eyes are closed as she lays there letting me do with her as I please. The vision of her under my control is so goddamn sexy that everything around me slows in this moment. I fight to keep in control, gripping her body tighter, but the second she clamps around me hard—her body thrashing, coming again—I let go.

“Ooooohhh fuuuuck!” I shout, a blaze of whiteness filling her, I barely get it all out before I collapse on top of her, kissing sweat from her skin.