Tyler
Life at home is a shitstorm waiting to happen, but life here in the Dominican Republic, lying here in the hot sunshine on one of the most incredible beaches I’ve ever stepped foot on, makes it easy to pretend that your entire universe isn’t about to come tumbling down on you. I know what awaits us when we go home in five days, but while we’re here, I honestly don’t have a care in the world. All that matters to me is the woman lying beside me, and with her here, I’m happy to get a little lost in paradise.
I glance over to Mia through my sunglasses, and she smiles while holding out her phone, as if she’s ready to take a snapshot.
“Say cheese,” she says happily.
I hold out my hurricane glass filled with a shitload of rum and only a drop of grenadine and give her a lazy smile. She takes a quick shot, and I grab the phone out of her hand. She immediately hides her face as I go to take a picture.
“No! You are not taking a picture of me looking like this.”
I shake my head at her ridiculous insecurities. God knows how she thinks she looks, but all I can see is pure beauty—from her cute little swimsuit to her hair sexily tied in a messy bun to her pouty lips that I just want to suck raw.
“Baby, you look beautiful,” I compliment. I take a snapshot regardless of her protests.
I snort when I see she looks half-stoned with her eyes closed in the picture.
“Your eyes are closed on that one. Give me a better pose,” I instruct.
Instead, she flips me the bird, and I retaliate by taking another snap.
“If you don’t smile, I’m going to switch to Snapchat, and I’ll show you what you look like with buck teeth and a warped face,” I threaten.
She stares daggers at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, try me,” I say with a warning smile.
She’s off her sun lounger so fast and lunges for her phone. If I’d blinked, I’d have missed it. My reflexes are too quick for her though, and I swipe the phone from her grasp, lifting it as high as possible over my head. She straddles my thighs for better leverage, bouncing that sweet ass on my crotch as she tries to reach for it, but her arms are a few inches too short.
“Give me the phone,” she demands.
When I don’t comply, she shifts a little higher, and my cock comes to life at the friction of her pussy covered in bikini bottoms shifting against my now awakened member.
“If you keep dry-humping me like that, you’ll never get it back. If anything, I’m gonna have to drag you back to the hotel room and have my wicked way with you just to get rid of the stiffy in my shorts,” I say, laughing lightly.
She giggles, slapping against my chest. “You’re insatiable, I swear.”
I ward her hands away from me, grinning from ear to ear. “Well, you’re the one bouncing on my dick; it’s not my fault my cock likes it,” I point out, laughing.
She shakes her head, humor dancing in her eyes. “Well, I wouldn’t be bouncing on you if you just gave me my phone back.”
“I kind of don’t want to give it back to you now,” I reply, thrusting my hips upward, my smile still in place.
To my dismay, she shifts off my lap and stands upright, snatching the phone right out of my hand.
“Ha, I’ve got it,” she says with delight before throwing the phone on her sun lounger.
“Come back here,” I whine, setting my drink down on the sand. I grab her by the waist, pulling her back down.
She giggles as she falls on top of me. My hands instinctively roam along the curve of her back, caressing downward until I give each butt cheek a squeeze.
“I love your ass so much,” I declare, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“I thought you loved my tatas.” She beams.
I laugh at the nickname we have for her tits. I give a sure nod, continuing my assault of her ass. “Oh, I do. I love both your ass and your tatas, and I’m pretty sure it borderlines on obsessive.”
Her fingernails that are painted a deep dark red graze along my shoulders, and I shudder at the contact.
“Well, I love your ass and tatas, too, so I think we’re even.”
Her words are like a direct shock wave to my cock, and it jerks at the impact. “My tatas?” I muse, smirking.
“Yeah.” She brushes her lips over my right pec. “I love them so much.”
She kisses my nipple, and my eyes just about roll to the back of my head. It’s all my cock can handle.
“Up,” I demand, smacking her hard on the ass.
“Ow,” she lightheartedly complains. “Why?”
“My dick can’t take any more of your goddamn teasing, woman, what with your bouncing and nipple kisses. I need to fucking cool down,” I growl, my said dick throbbing from the confines of my shorts.
She lightly chuckles, kneeling up between my legs. “You’re the one who started it.”
“And what? Now, you’re the one who wants to finish it?” I ask with a flirty grin.
She slowly slides her sunglasses from her face and throws them onto her sun lounger. She raises a brow, and her eyes darken just a smidge.
“Well, it depends on how you want to cool down,” she huskily speaks out, her fingers suggestively trailing up and down my thigh. “I mean, the sea is just a few feet away.”
That’s all the hint I need before I’m off the sun lounger with Mia over my shoulder. I charge us over to the awaiting sea as she giggles all the way.
Disappointment settles in quickly though. Trying to find an inconspicuous spot in the sea to get your freak on is impossible, especially when it’s just water for miles and not a single rock can be seen. Plus, the instant we stepped into the water, everyone else decided they wanted to take a dip, too. Instead, we just goof around in the water for a while, and eventually, it does help cool the situation I had going on down below, just not in the way that I hoped.
A while later, we return to the shore and sit against the sand as the shallow water gently laps over our legs. Mia rests against my chest, and I hold her against me. Her eyes seem completely enthralled by the blue of the sea and sky that surround us while my eyes stay locked with her. It’s impossible not to feel mesmerized by her beauty. She takes my breath away, and she has done so from the instant I spotted her across the room at that birthday party all those years ago.
She sighs with contentment as she rests her head back against my shoulder. “God, I just love it here. It’s so serene and beautiful. I wish we could stay here forever.”
I press a kiss to the side of her head. “Me, too,” I agree, feeling just as captivated by our surroundings, especially with Mia in my arms like this.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to live on the coast,” Mia tells me, her voice dreamlike.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, smiling, a little surprised by her admission.
“Yeah, I always feel a sense of calm every time I go to the beach. Even as a kid, no matter where we went on vacation, the beach was always our first stop. It didn’t matter if the beach was miles away; Mom and Dad always made time for us to visit the beach. I remember when my parents took my brother and me to Disney World in Orlando when I was ten, and even though it was a couple of hours away, we drove all the way to Clearwater Beach just so I could see it even though Daytona Beach was closer, but it’s not nearly as beautiful as Clearwater.”
I take hold of her hand and gently caress my fingers through hers. “If you could live near any beach, where would you pick?” I ask hypothetically.
“Hmm,” she begins thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Maybe somewhere in North Carolina or Florida. I’ve never really thought about it before. I suppose the place doesn’t really matter, but just being able to smell fresh sea air while drinking my morning coffee or while walking Harley along the beach would be incredible. We can all dream, huh?” she muses in a trancelike voice.
“What if it wasn’t just a dream?” I blurt out before I can process the question.
What began as a hypothetical question quickly turns into a full-blown epiphany.
Whoa, where did that come from?
“What do you mean?” She turns to face me, confusion set in her features.
“What if moving to the coast isn’t just a pipe dream but a reality?” I ask, deadly serious.
It seems this place is having a positive effect on me because living anywhere other than the Texas vicinity has never crossed my mind until now. I’d like to say it’s the alcohol, but honestly, I’m not too sure that it is.
Her eyes widen with surprise. “Are you saying you’d want to leave Dallas and move to the coast?”
I pull her closer to me and brush my lips to hers. “I’m saying, it could be an option if that’s what you wanted.”
“But you’re talking about leaving the only place we’ve both ever called home. Our roots are in Dallas.”
“So? I’d happily move across the country—hell, across the world—just as long as you were by my side.”
She bursts out laughing, her expression one of disbelief. “How much have you had to drink?”
“A lot,” I reply honestly as I stroke along her shoulder and down her arm. “But who’s to say we have to stay in Texas for the rest of our lives?”
She holds my face in her hands, chuckling softly. “I love you, I truly do, but I can’t take you seriously when you’re six hurricanes in and drunk from hours in the sun.” She presses a slow kiss to my lips before pulling away. “Who knows? Maybe, one day, we can have that life, but let’s just enjoy the here and now. Because, just in a matter of days, life’s going to get that little bit harder, and I really want to make the most of our time here. We have five days to go crazy, have wild sex, and do whatever the hell we want. I mean, the options are endless.”
I snort at the mention of wild sex. “Well, the wild sex in the sea was a bit of a letdown,” I grumble, still feeling a bit disgruntled about the lack of sea sex.
She sexily smiles as she sidles closer to me, a flirtatious glint in her eyes. Her lips graze my ear as she suggestively whispers in a seductive voice, “We can always come back later tonight after the concert for a bit of skinny-dipping. You know, when no one else is around.”
With that, she stands to her feet and makes her way back over to the sun loungers, and I sink further into the cool temperature of the sea when my cock decides he likes the idea of skinny-dipping. I spend another five minutes cooling him down.
God, it’s like he has a mind of his own.
Sex on the beach?
Hell fucking yes.
I don’t like concerts.
It’s not the crowds or even the screaming that bothers me; it’s just that I’m more of a sports person, and I prefer to attend a football game. However, seeing how happy Mia is, dancing and singing along with Maroon 5 right here, on the beach, as the sun sets all around us—and, yes, the occasional scream in shirtless Adam Levine’s direction—I know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that smile on her face even if it meant choosing a Maroon 5 concert over watching the Cowboys win the Super Bowl.
Let’s face it; Mia trumps everything one hundred percent. It’s not even a contest. If it came down to it, I’d willingly watch all foreseeable games on a flat screen for the rest of my life. That’s how much I love my wife, and that’s really saying something because I love sports, too.
It just isn’t Mia though. And, yes, I’m pretty fucking intoxicated—hence why I’m talking like a pussy-whipped idiot. I’ve spent pretty much all day with a hurricane in my hand, and honestly, I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had. I blame it on this being an all-inclusive hotel and the fact that the hurricanes are delicious as hell. I haven’t had a beer since we landed in the Dominican Republic.
We’re halfway through the concert, and I couldn’t give a shit what’s happening on the stage. I’m too busy watching Mia to even register the band. Hell, they could be singing in Spanish for all I knew.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
After spending all day on the beach, she’s glowing from the sunrays, her cheeks rosy with a new scattering of freckles on her nose.
It took her all of ten minutes to get ready earlier, and I swear, she’s prettier now than she was on our wedding day. The only inch of makeup that covers her face is a coat of mascara and a pretty-shimmering orange-red color on her lips. She let her long hair dry naturally into loose beach waves, and she’s rocking a long skirt that slits up along each thigh and a black tank crop top with a pair of red flip-flops on her feet.
So incredibly sexy.
The music rocks through us, each song melting into the next, and I marvel at the way she seems to know the words to every single song. Seeing her so carefree is so sexy that it’s taking everything in me not to fuck her from behind literally ten feet from where Adam Levine is singing. I mean, if I were to fuck her now, a rock concert would definitely be an awesome place to do it, but since I’m not a sex-crazed lunatic, I refrain. However, the second we get back to the hotel room tonight, I’m going to take her on every single surface I can find. Or stay on the beach and have the dirty skinny-dipping sex she promised earlier.
The concert quickly comes to a close, but then they return for an encore, and the band begins the intro to a rockier version of “She Will Be Loved.” For the first time since the concert began, Mia’s eyes lock on mine, and immediately, I see emotional tears glistening in her eyes. I’m concerned for a split second, but the smile that quickly accompanies her tears eases my worry, and I realize these are the tears I love seeing on her face. The happy kind. She keeps her gaze on me, and I become overwhelmed by the magnitude of her stare. She’s looking at me as if I’m her everything. Her forever. The love radiating from her is palpable, and I can feel it humming through her existence and into mine. Her lips move, and I easily decipher the words through the thumping music as, I love you.
Then, she does the most incredible thing. Her fingers move to the chain around her neck that holds both her engagement and wedding ring. She unclasps it before it falls free. Both rings slide easily down the chain until they fall into her hand. Everything in the world is set to rights as she slips both rings on her left ring finger.
That one single gesture makes me feel like a bigger fucking rock star than the one onstage. Words are not needed, not when actions speak louder than words.
We fought, and we won.
There’s no maybe between us anymore.
There is only her and me and us.
And, knowing she’s opened her heart all the way for the second time, there’s no way I’m going to fuck that up again.
She’s not going anywhere this time.
Smiling like I’m the luckiest bastard on this earth, I clasp her hand in mine and pull it up to my mouth where I press my lips against both rings. I then pull her to me, leaning my head down to her petite height, and crush my lips on hers. We stay locked together for the remainder of the encore, the music fueling our mouths into a kiss of all epic kisses.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re walking hand in hand from the beach toward the main complex, heading to the main terrace bar.
“That was amazing,” she gushes, excitement coming off her in steam. “I never thought they could top the last concert I saw, but they did, and it was incredible!”
While she rambles on about “the best” band in the world, I spot a darkened area, and unable to control myself, I push her back against a wall of one of the hotel blocks. Her breath hitches, and I inhale her deeply, tracing my nose along the dip in her neck, my hands on either side of her head, caging her in.
“No, you’re amazing,” I growl before slamming my lips onto hers.
She groans as I invade her mouth with my tongue. We hungrily kiss for a few seconds before I snatch my lips away, breathing heavily, nostrils flaring with an almost painful desire coursing through my veins like uncontrollable wildfire. I take hold of her hand and gaze down at the diamond ring and band glistening against the moonlit sky.
Fuck, they look so right, sitting so perfectly against her finger.
“This means everything. Fucking everything,” I heatedly declare, my entire body shaking with the pure love I have for this woman.
She owns me—heart, body, and soul—and I gladly handed them over to her the second she uttered the word tatas.
“Now that I have my rings back on your finger, where they belong, when we land back in Dallas, the first spot is to your apartment where we’re going to pack all your stuff up, and you’re coming back home with me. We might be far from the married couple we once were, and we’ve still got shit to work through, but I’m not living through another day without waking up beside you every morning. I’m done with that bullshit. I’m done with it all. We work through our shit together because that’s exactly what it is—our shit. We might not have perfect days, and there might be times when we want to strangle each other senseless, but there isn’t a single part of you that isn’t mine and vice fucking versa. You are mine—in every sense of the word. Mine,” I end on a growl, my chest heaving with unsteady breaths as I stare down at her.
She rakes her hands through my hair and grips the strands in her fists, bringing my face closer to hers. “Yes, I want to come home,” she breathlessly exhales.
Everything that’s happened between us in the past doesn’t matter. Every argument, every disagreement, every tear that we’d shed was worth it, especially if it led to this moment. I wish we hadn’t lost so much time, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that she’s here, in my arms, looking at me like I’m her world, universe, and galaxy combined.
I’m one lucky motherfucker.
Those six words of, “Yes, I want to come home,” send me over the edge, and I’m unable to control myself as I grip Mia’s skirt at the slits along each thigh and roughly rip the material open all the way up to her hips. Mia’s breath hitches, and a low, raspy groan slips from her throat as I lift her up, grinding my hips against her.
“Tyler,” she whimpers, throwing her head back with pure pleasure, as she clenches her legs around my ass, her fingers piercing against my shoulders, rocking against me. “God, I love you so much,” she cries out as I pound my hips against hers, plowing my hard cock against the thin lace of her panties.
“I fucking love you more,” I return on a feral growl as I slam my lips to hers.
While balancing Mia with one arm, I make quick work of opening the fly of my jeans and pulling my dick out. Impatiently, I hurriedly shove Mia’s panties to the side and slam into her with one thrust of the hips. We both grunt at the impact, and I fuck her like a savage with fierce hits of my cock, ruthlessly taking what’s mine while she wildly takes what’s hers.