Grayson
I had hopes of fucking my wife in the king-sized bed at the back of the jet but my adorable daughter thinks differently. Halfway to Miami, she has yet to close her lids so Isabella and I alternate. One walks our child while the other tries to get some sleep.
Note to self, despite her name, Skye does not belong in the air, not even in the comfort of my private jet. If I have any say, the only way she’ll see Disney World is by train.
Slate shut the door to the pilot’s cabin long ago. He said it was to give us privacy but I suspect he needed to drown out the baby’s nerve-wracking howls. About the same time, I took a couple acetaminophen and covered my head with a pillow.
I just want to make love to my wife like any normal male. Is that so much to ask? The baby was supposed to sleep during the trip but she’s inconsolable. Even the pink helmet does no good.
According to the pediatrician, this is how Skye unwinds when she’s overstimulated. When I told my mother this fact, she laughed and claimed I was the same but I didn’t find it the least bit funny.
Suddenly, from the lounge area, Isabella’s sweet and hushed song calms me as well as baby Skye. “By-low baby buntin’, daddy’s gone a huntin’ to get a little rabbit skin to wrap my little sweetheart in.”
When she repeats the song, Skye’s sobs change to little hiccups and the relative silence is so incredible, the muscles in my neck let go. Izzy glances up at me through the doorway, rocks the baby and her crooked smile sends a jolt to my cock.
Enchanted, I climb out of bed in my pajama bottoms and from behind, slide my arms around her waist. When I bury my nose into the back of her head, strawberries and the musky scent I know well attack my senses. My cock forgets I haven’t slept, jumps to life, and aches to sink into the woman who means more to me than life itself.
“Damn, you feel good.” As I nibble her earlobe, my hard want presses into her behind. “Do you think you can put her down?”
Izzy nods and slips our little angel, destroyer-of-souls, into her carrier seat and latches her in safely. Then, she turns into my open arms and kisses me with so much pent-up passion, my headache vanishes. Quickly, I pull her into the bedroom and kiss her, needing her to understand how much I fucking love her. Tonight, when she left me, I almost lost it.
While I devour her lips, ten fingers slide through the hair in the back of my head. Her mouth opens and my tongue accepts her invitation as her pelvis grinds against my ever-growing hardon.
“Just a sec.” She pushes away from my chest, gently closes the door, and leaves it open just a crack.
Off go her shoes, she strips to her underwear, and in less than a second, pulls me onto the bed.
“These have to go.” Grabbing the waistband of my pajamas, she pulls them over my butt, and I kick them off the rest of the way, amused by her impatience.
However, when clever fingers grab my cock, it gets serious, real fast. Her thumb does this twisty move around my length and blood rushes south. With a sly smile my way, she kisses down my chest and takes me in her mouth. She sucks, plays, and licks as I hold her and groan.
“Not this time, luv. I want to cum inside you.” I tug on her hair until she let’s go with a pop and slide her up my body.
I find her sweet mouth. She tastes of my precum and tea laced with peppermint. What a wild combination.
Her body belongs to me. I, alone, have discovered the spots that make her writhe and make her crazy. With our lips locked, my tongue deep in her mouth, I slide my hands over her silky skin and squeeze her butt cheeks.
She moans and her hands run up and down my back while I press up between her legs. The dampness there pushes my restraint to the limit. We haven’t had nearly enough sex lately and what little there was only made me want more.
I roll her onto her back with a growl, my legs straddling hers. Then, I grab hold of her wrists and raise her arms over her head. I kiss that beautiful mouth, her nose, and her eyelids. Hell, I fucking devour her. I lick and lave my way down her neck and she whimpers.
“Ah, fuck, Isabella.” Slowly, my hands slide down her arms, my thumbs caressing the sides of her breasts.
She reaches for my cock, I shake my head no, and wrap her fingers around the headboard. “Hold.”
The centers of Izzy’s eyes are so black, the blue is almost covered when she bites her lower lip, and nods.
Already, the tips of her lovely breasts are pebbled, and I haven’t touched them yet. With my want near her core, I massage her chest from neck to navel and love how her nostrils flair. I caress her, kiss her, squeeze and play, I show her how much I care. Then, my hands spread out below her navel, my fingertips in her curls.
Still, I don’t touch her sex, not even when she arches and spreads her legs wider.
“Grayson… I need…”
“Quiet, babe. I know what you need.” I slide my finger slowly down to her lower lips while she squirms.
The wet, swollen, silkiness makes me want more. I bite her nipples, cool them with my breath, then kiss the length of her torso. At her belly button, I tease, while she arches her pelvis up for something more.
Slowly I descend into her curls and when I arrive, throw her legs over my shoulder. Damn, the pink flesh is taut and swollen. I press my tongue to her nub and blood flows south at her deliciousness. Somehow, I manage to keep it together. I want her needy and so high that when she explodes, she’ll see stars.
I lick her bud, amazed how it grows while she quivers.
This is what I live for, this moment when she cums for me. I cover her sex fully with my mouth and suck on her until her body grows rigid. When I slip my hand the full length of her crack she moans. Almost there, I slip a finger deep, curl it and press.
“Ah, ah, ah. Oh God.” She breaks apart, shivers, and screams.
Hell, I did that to her. It’s such a rush but I can’t stay and watch. She’s pulls on my hair so hard it hurts and I’m forced to her lips.
She must taste herself on me because she moans. Then, I leave her mouth, go on my knees, and slide her ass to me until the tip of my cock slips to her opening.
She trembles as I wait, my need to cum, un-fucking-believable. With my hands on her hips, her ankles behind my neck, I sink slowly and fully into her. The angle is so perfect, sweat rolls off my body as I try to keep it together.
Then, I start our rhythm, and sink all the way in and out. Her engine roars to life. She bucks and shakes, still high on her last orgasm.
I’ll make sure she climbs higher.
“Oh shit. I’m cumming…” She rocks faster, her body tenses, and I position myself.
Then, I dive in deep with my balls at her ass. She turns her head and bites the pillowcase. Pressing her nub with my index finger, I stop and hold.
I fucking love fucking my wife.
“God damn it, Grayson, move!” She arches up and her juices lubricate me as she fights for her next high.
When her inner muscles clench my length, I’m so damn hard that when I cum, it’ll be life changing. A primal groan comes from deep within me, my lower back tenses, and I thrust hard repeatedly while she meets me every damn step of the way.
The headboard bangs against the cabin in sync with our breath and my balls slapping her ass.
She quivers and moans. “Gray. I, I…”
My thumb rolls across her clit and the moment she screams I burst into the waves of her orgasm.
My God. My mind is blown as I pump until I’m emptied. Finally, I just hold her to me until the last of her muscles stop twitching. Spent and sweaty, we drop onto the bed and turn, her head on the top of my chest.
“Damn I missed you.”
“Mmmm. Missed you more.”
She butterfly kisses my chest, fingers playing with the hairs of my chest.
“Babe, never run off again, okay.”
“Mmm.”
I think I exhausted her for she’s sound asleep.
It seems like only minutes later Slate’s voice sounds into the intercom. “Sorry but we’re landing. You need to buckle up.”
I wrap a sheet around us and buckle us in as Slate lands in the warm tropical island. When the jet door opens a moist tropical breeze greets us. It caresses the leaves of tall palms making them rustle and sway. Isabella is the first to descend to the asphalt in a short yellow sundress that emphasizes her lovely curves.
When she catches my appreciation of her body, I wink. Her lips are still swollen and her hair mussed but it’s her expression that does me in. It’s the one I’ve needed to see for weeks; the one that says she fucking loves me and loves fucking me.
Every chance I can get, for the next two weeks, I swear I’ll keep that look plastered to her face.
On the tarmac, I chuckle, and she smiles back. “What’s so funny?”
“You.” I kiss her well-loved lips, grab the baby carrier, and lead her to a small building with a jeep parked in front. Her hand is right where it should be, tucked into my elbow.
While Slate manages the paperwork with an airport official, we strap Skye into the back of the jeep. Done, he shakes hands with the uniformed man, jumps behind the wheel, and we make our way through the narrow streets.
It’s like a different country when he turns off the main road. Instead of touristy shops in pastel shades, the road is lined with shanties. The hovels with tin roofs come to an end at a small boat dock. There, an ancient dark man with bright eyes jumps off a motorboat older than him.
He eyes us warily as our driver holds forth his hand. “Kit said you’d be expecting us? I’m Slate and these are Mr. and Mrs. Smith.”
At the mention of the hockey player’s name, the old man’s face brightens into a huge grin. “Sure ting, mon. I take you d’ere. Where you been? I waitin’ here and got all dee supplies.”
He eyes the baby. “No one tell me dat you need milk for da child.”
“No worries. I got a built-in supply.” Isabella laughs and pats her ample breasts but it takes the old gent a few seconds to get her meaning.
He smiles wider, a silver incisor gleaming in the sun. “A good mama. I like dat, missus.”
As we climb aboard and don our life preservers, the man tells us his name is Nick and starts the engine. It sputters, almost stalls, and spews out an oily black smoke. I’m almost surprised it can pull us away from land and out onto the ocean.
Leaning over, I marvel at the pristine water, the coral at the bottom, and colorful sunfish.
“Dats where most people go for fun.” Nick points out the giant towers of the Atlantis resort as we round the tip of Nassau, Two pink Disney-like hotels are joined by a giant arch high above ground.
He turns to me and winks. “You have da pretty wife. Maybe you like it more quiet, eh?”
The boat speeds across the clear ocean and I grin. Not quiet, Nick. More like my wife screaming out my name in heated passion.
Isabella, her blond hair blowing about, points at a cluster of pastel rectangles lining the shore.
“What are those?” She shouts over the roar of the motor.
Nick grins, pulls back on the throttle, and we slow. “Time shares. You see me if you want to buy one. I give you da very best deal.”
If I want a place, like Kit, I’ll buy an island, but nod politely and smile as he starts his spiel. When he realizes I’m not interested, he takes the boat back to top speed. Thirty minutes later, he kills the engine and we drift toward a dock, surrounded by a glistening sandy beach. Stone steps lead up a hill to a two-story building raised up on stilts.
“Dis island, how you know about it, huh?”
“My friend Melanie Quinn is a friend of the owner, Kit Tufek.” Isabella gives way too much information and Slate shoots me a worried look.
She needs to learn how to be less open with strangers We don’t know anything about this guy. We’re not only here for a vacation but as a safe house away from Xavier.
Nick misses what passes between me and my bodyguard as he unloads a crate of mangos onto the dock. “I remember Melanie. She was hiding from dat big football player. Whassis name? Cee Jay? What kind of name is dat?”
He continues to mutter about crazy Americans as he takes Izzy’s hand and helps her off the boat. Slate and I follow them up the steep steps to the main house, then climb more stairs to the top of the deck.
When we finish unloading the groceries, he shakes our hand, and jumps back into his small craft, the sun now blazing hot. “You call me if you need anyt’ing, okay?”
“Thanks, Nick. Will do.” I wave goodbye, happy to start a much-deserved family vacation.
“What a lovely place.” Izzy smiles at me with a palm to my cheek. “This will be perfect.”
It may be but Slate has slipped out his weapon as he walks in and out of every room. He too, noticed the cabin was left unlocked. Quickly, I slide her into my arms and kiss her soundly so she’s blissfully unaware.
For just a few days, I want to protect her from what I begin to surmise has been a living hell.
Our temperatures rise almost immediately and she closes her eyes. I keep mine glued down the hall until Slate gives a curt nod and places his gun back under his jacket.
He grabs his duffle bag, bounces down the stairs with his head darting side to side. “I’ll be right back, just going to check out the servant’s quarters and do a once around the block.”
The coast clear, I push Izzy down the hall. “Check out the closet in the master bedroom and I’ll get Skye.”
Before we left, I called my personal assistant and asked her to buy clothes, suitable for a tropical island. While Isabella does that, Skye fusses so I lift her out of the carrier and sniff…
Holy Fuck. That’s not good.
“Babe? Where’s the diaper bag?”
I promised myself to be a better father while we’re on vacation and this is my first giant step.
“Big red bag. Can’t miss it.”
While I plop the baby in the middle of the mattress in the spare bedroom and dump the contents of the bag, Isabella enters. She resembles a movie star, maybe Marilyn Monroe. The white bathing suit shows off her lovely breasts and minimizes the waist she’s so worried about.
“Oh my God. Thank you.” She hugs me from behind and kisses my back with her arms around my waist.
Suddenly she slips around my side, glances down at the exploding-diaper, and hands me the baby-wipes. “Oh dear. You sure you don’t want me to get this?”
“If I can handle a conference room full of angry CEO’s, I can change one messy diaper.” My bravado is truly amazing.
I hold her little feet, try not to breathe, and extract the diaper from under her bum. Then, I fold it with index finger and thumb. It gets tossed it into a bag held open by my wife.
“She needs a bath.” Izzy is a master of stating the obvious.
Luckily, there’s a whole ocean of warm water only a few feet away.
“I got this. Be right back.” Picking up Skye, I keep her at arm’s length and head out the door.
Maybe, just maybe, I can balance wife, baby, and the thousands of people all over the globe who count on me to keep their companies profitable.
Slate laughs at me as I pass by. “What in God’s name are you doing?”
“Just watch.”
He gives a snicker and follows us to the water’s edge. When I dip Skye’s toes into the warm water, she giggles and kicks. Then, I lower her more and bring her out. I do this until she’s perfectly clean, grab a towel, and head back up to the main house.
Slate plops down on the couch, picks up a magazine, and puts his feet on a coffee table made from driftwood. “Why don’t you two check out the beach and I’ll watch her for a while.”
“Do you even know how?” Izzy seems stunned but her eyes soften when Slate squeezes his eyes shut and says, “Had one. Lost him and my wife in a car accident a few years back.”
My wife runs over, sits next to him, and throws her arms around him in a hug. “Oh my God. I had no idea. I am so sorry.”
I can’t believe the guy who has guarded me for years has taken this opportunity to open up.
Tears brim in her sweet eyes as she kisses him on the cheek. “Well, you’re part of our family now.”
“Yes ma’am. And you can stop hugging me.”
Just like that, it’s done. Grinning, I change into a bathing suit and find some sunglasses. On the way out, I open the fridge, pleased to find a bottle of champagne and some orange juice. In the cupboard, there’s a couple of wine glasses, which I grab as well.
“Ready?” I hold my prizes up for her to see.
“Let’s go.” On the beach, her eyes sparkle like the sun on the ocean, in the exact same shade of teal.
The water is warm, the day lazy, and we sleep for a while on the blanket on the sand, just touching one another. I can’t remember ever being so relaxed. For now, even the urgency to make love is gone. Having reaffirmed our connection, we know more will follow.
Around noon, Slate brings the baby to the beach to nurse, then heads back to the guest house. Izzy drops her bathing top off, sits cross legged, and puts Skye to her breast.
Damn. Every time I see her nurse, my heart does this thing. Today, my eyes water. I fucking love these two so much. I think about what Slate went through and wonder if I could go on living if I ever lost them.
Before I can pursue the morbid line of thought, Izzy hands over Skye. “Burp please.”
My baby grabs my nose and I nibble the tip of hers which makes her laugh. Then, I stand, put her over my shoulder, and pat until the gas is gone.
Skye’s ready for more which she displays by kicking her feet and thrusting her arms for her mom. Once feeding-time is done, we sit for a while with Skye between us. She makes us laugh as she brings sand to her mouth and spits it out with the funniest of faces.
Later, after we play in the water, Skye takes a nap and we cover her with a blanket to protect her from the sun. My gaze meets Isabella’s, full of a kind of love so intense, it scares the shit out of me.
Maybe, she senses what a coward I am. Fuck if I know. I’m no psychiatrist.
“Penny for your thoughts.” She sits cross-legged, slides under my arm, and holds my hand.
“I don’t want to lose you, babe.”
Her blond brows lift. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Weren’t you, though?”
“I thought you were done with me. I know the nanny thing was a setup, as was the blond straddling your cock. Even so, you’re gone a whole lot of nights… At some point, I got to wonder why you don’t come home anymore.”
I tamp down the anger that brews. “I’m working. It’s only been you, since the first day we met.”
Her jaw ticks. “Well, how would I know?”
“I show you, don’t I?”
“Correction. You used to show me.”
“You can’t blame me for that, the baby—”
“Is not the only issue, Gray. Sometimes you can show someone you love them without sex.” She puts a palm to my cheek and kisses my lips to soften her words.
I shake my head and realize I have no idea what she’s talking about. “What, exactly, do you want from me?”
I bought her an expensive house, gave her a credit card with an unlimited budget, a driver, any damn thing she wants. I can’t understand what more I can give. Blood?
She pokes at my bare chest with her index finger. “Ever since Skye, you’ve been different. Don’t you love her? Love us?”
“How can you say such a thing. She’s my fucking life. So are you.”
“Then what’s going on? Night after night away from us?” Tears run down her face as she stares out into the ocean and refuses to look at me.
With my palms to her cheeks. I turn her gaze to mine. “It’s not women, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s what I said. Work. I need to be there.”
“I know there’s more. Just tell me.” Her lower lip quivers, her blue eyes like a laser into my soul.
Do I dare let her know there may be a monster lurking inside me? So much is at stake but she deserves to know.
Breaking eye contact, I clear my throat and stare at the tiny shell pieces in the sand. “You knew my dad…”
“Yeah… He was a… a stern man.”
I snort out a laugh. “From the little I remember, he was a bastard. My mother says it was a blessing he forgot my birthdays, broke endless promises, and except for a few occasions, was an absentee father.”
“I’m sorry, Gray, but what has that to do with us?”
She’s so sweet, she’s not getting what I’m laying down.
“I’m his son. I got his genes. I’m turning out just like him. What if some day, in anger, I hit my baby girl?”
It’s like an eternity before she speaks. Is this it? Is she disgusted?
A huge tear lets go and drips down her cheek. “You’re a good man, a good father.”
“No, I’m not.” Fuck it all, my eyes water, too, and my voice cracks as I use my thumbs to wipe her pain away.
“Like him, I put my job above my family. It’s just there are so many other people depending on me… I can only divide myself in so many ways.” I hold her soft hands in mine and caress them. How we will ever get through this?
“How about if we get a home closer to your office.” Her wet lashes lift and her eyes meet mine.
That’s such bullshit.
“You hate Manhattan. You said you wanted fresh, clean air.”
“I hate being away from you more. If me and Skye were closer, we could be a real family, even if only for a quick lunch, or a short walk between your meetings.”
She gets onto her knees, straddles my lap, and kisses my lids, chasing away the ache in my gut. “I love you, honey. I want to be close to you. I fucking miss you so bad, all the time and I hate the mausoleum.”
“The what?”
“That huge house in New Jersey. I hate it. I’m sorry, Gray, but I feel like I shouldn’t even touch anything. It’s just not me… and the neighbors?” She rolls her eyes and I have to smile.
“What about them?”
“Let’s just say a woman from the Midwest doesn’t fit in. And Gerry down the street? Tell him you don’t swap.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“When? You come home exhausted, then I am, and then I don’t know… I’m telling you now.”
“Ah, hell. Am I fucking up that badly?” My fist tightens around the beach towel.
“Not you, us. But we’re going to fix it. We can do this, right?” She bites her lower lip as she loosens my fingers and intertwines hers with mine.
I lean over and kiss her warm lips. “I’ll call Cherry first thing tomorrow and have her find us an apartment within walking distance of the office. I’ll also make sure there’s a room wired for late night conferences, okay?
“I’d like that. A lot.” My wife is a fucking miracle the way she just forgives me when I’m a thoughtless asshole.
I lay her down in the sand, with the ocean in the background, and kiss her soundly. Just as I think we might have another moment alone, the baby wakes with a gurgle and a coo.
“Hold that thought?”
Isabella smiles. “You bet.”
Later, that night, we jump into bed naked like it used to be when we first met. Whatever barrier was between us, falls away, especially between the sheets.
She lit a candle so we can see each other. This too, is new and a great sign she’s beginning to accept her body as it is. Damn, I love this curvy woman but if she loses the weight she wants, I love that body too.
Hell, to me, it just doesn’t matter. It’s her I love, no matter the form.
Right now, though, I want to enjoy my new favorite playground. We kiss until our heat grows and we’re certain both of us want sex. Right after the baby was born, I had to back off because she was tired a lot and I had to learn the signs.
Now, I’m a fucking expert and know she wants it, and wants it bad.
We kiss for the longest time while our hands explore our warm and sun-kissed bodies. The sheets are cool and the silky drapes blow in the small breeze.
In the distance, tinny party music and bawdy laughter make me glad we’re here, alone on this island. My cock thickens, our kisses gets more intense, and she moans.
“Shush or I will gag you.”
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
I was kidding but now that I see her reaction, I’m all in. Reaching over the edge of the bed, I find my t-shirt, and tear off a length of fabric.
“Want it?”
My wife has never been into sex games so when she nods. I’m thrilled, and not a little surprised.
Gently, I tie it around her mouth. “You good?”
“Uh huh.” She nods, eyes wide.
“More?”
She nods again.
Holy Fuck. I rip another strip of fabric and hold it to her face. “What now?”
She put her hands in front of my face.
This is such a fucking turn on. Hard as stone, my cock jumps to attention and reaches for its favorite place.
Down boy.
As gentle as I can, I tie her wrists to the headboard. “Good?”
“Ah, huh. uck me, ayson.”
“Huh?” I tease, loving this new Isabella. “I can’t understand you with that gag but I think you want me to fuck you, right?”
Her legs open wider and she nods.
No other invitation needed, I drop to my knees between her legs where juices cover her thick clit and inhale her sweet nectar.
The tip of my tongue at her nub, I swirl and taste her while she moans. With her thighs open wide, I lave the length of her crack, my eyes on hers. She’s trapped in my gaze as I place one finger inside her, followed by a second. I curl them inside her and press on the spot she likes best.
“Ah, ah…” Her muscles tense right on the brink of release.
I take her as far as I can without giving what she wants. When she moans and squirms, I replace my fingers with my cock. In and out, I play at her opening while she pants and moans.
Then, I plunge in, core to core, my balls tight to her. Then, I even nudge in a little more. The angle is fucking perfect as I swirl my hips and create new angles for her to enjoy.
Suddenly, she takes off, bucks, and I’m all in. Wild, mindless, hot fucking sex. In a matter of minutes, the sheets are drenched in our sweat and yet we still want more.
She already came once but I’ll take her higher because damn, I need this. We both need this. When her ankles lock onto my lower back, I moan and lift under her butt cheeks. Arching my back, I drive hard to find just the right spot.
Oh. My. God. One final thrust and my seed fucking explodes out of me in an out-of-this-world rush.
I drop onto my elbows and collapse, pulling off the gag while kissing her.
“You are one fucking hot momma.” I release her hands, rub her wrists and kiss them.
She gives me this sweet smile and we kiss. Then, tangled up in each other, we fall asleep.