“You like when I make you come with only the tip of my dick? Don’t you?” Parks teases me as we swim in the pool at the hotel.

After we messed around earlier, I told him, “Coming that way could be my new favorite,” and since then, it’s all he can seem to focus on or talk about. Every comment is dirty, about how wet I was, or how tight my pussy was. I never would have thought that Parks had such a dirty mind, but I will admit that I like it.

“Would you stop?” I tell him as we wade in the pool, wrapped up in one another’s arms. This is not the place to get all horny.

“Why?”

“Because it’s—”

“It’s nothing. You are the only one around to hear me and you fucking like it. I should make you come right now that same way.” He presses his hand against my lower back, causing my pussy to rub against his shaft, and I can’t help but giggle.

“How are you always hard?”

“You do this shit to me.”

“Then, we should probably go back to the room so I can take care of you.”

“I’ll still be hard,” he says, and I give in an improbable look.

“Come on, let’s just do it here,” he begs me. The pool is empty, and I couldn’t imagine coming in the middle of this gorgeous place. “You know you want to.”

And part of me does, but then I imagine getting caught, and my cheeks flare in embarrassment. Parks is gently rocking himself against me as we move around, unsuspectingly to any passers by. And right as I consider allowing him to do it, a family walks out onto the pool’s deck. They have three kids; two older ones that come running and jump right into the water, splashing us in the face. The mother yells at them, but they don’t listen. Parks and I just laugh and put a bit of space between the kids and us.

“Sorry,” she says to us in a Southern accent, holding on to their tiny baby.

“It’s okay,” Parks responds and rubs my tummy looking at the baby like I am. I can’t imagine that is what is growing inside me.

“Thank God, we didn’t mess around.”

“We wouldn’t have gotten caught,” he says arrogantly.

I roll my eyes not believing him as one of the boys swims close to us, calling out Marco, and the mom yells at him. Parks and I take that as our cue to exit. As we dry off the mom says, “Sorry about those two,” while she is putting sunscreen on the baby.

“It’s okay,” Parks tells her and rubs my stomach, “We’re expecting, so we need the practice.”

“Oh, that’s great, your first?” she asks.

“Yup!”

“You here on your honeymoon?” and Parks says, “No, just a little R&R.”

“Well, enjoy your time and congrats again,” she tells us all the while I find my eyes on her little one. The baby can’t be any older than six months old and seems so curious to the world around her.

On the elevator right back to the room, Parks asks me, “You wanna go eat, or do you wanna get fucked?”

“Oh my God, what is up with your mouth?”

“Nothing, just speaking my mind. Don’t you like it?”

“Oh . . . I like it.”

“I bet you do.” He wraps me into a tight embrace and nips on my ear.

* * *

“We should move here,” I tell Parks after we finish eating and are walking along the beach.

“You think?”

“Yes, it’s fucking gorgeous here, and this weather is amazing. Imagine eighty degrees year round.”

“It would be nice.” One of his hands is around mine while the other carries our shoes, but he doesn’t seem to be as interested as I am in living the Hawaiian dream.

“I’m serious,” I tell him, having so quickly fallen in love with Hawaii.

“Babe,” he stops walking and looks me in the eyes, “we can’t move here.”

“Why? Just look around, it would be a gorgeous place to do photography and raise the baby.”

“Our parents would be devastated if we left Seattle.” And just like that my dream of sand and sunshine gets crushed.

“You’re right.” I sigh, which earns me a wink from him.

“Aren’t I always?”

Jokingly, I bump him with my shoulder, but his pace doesn’t falter. The water is calm, the waves gently hitting the shore before shrouding around our feet. I’m too busy watching the way a shell is rolling with the pull of the water, that I almost miss Parks tossing our shoes to the sand. Too fast for me to run, he pulls his hand from mine, bends to scoop up water, and gives me an evil grin.

“You wouldn’t dare!” I laugh, but he does dare, and then I’m drenched. He laughs right along with me and just keeps splashing. “Parks!” I scream and kick back at him; I’m sure not even getting any water on him.

“You pushed me,” he says and finally stops, leaning forward resting his hands on his knees, panting as he looks at me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, baby.”

“Whatever!” I tell him, wiping the water from my face and shoving my hair back.

“I mean it,” he tells me and wraps me in his arms. “I love you so fucking much!” His lips crash against mine, and I don’t think he realized that he was just playing in the ocean, the same ocean that took Meg away from us so many years ago.

But for a split second, I forgot about all of it. That’s what this trip has become, a release from the world we live in, which is exactly what we needed.