Just like today, we had woken up together, but there was something surreal about that moment. It wasn’t her place and my place. It was our place—our home. Lila’s clothes took up residence in the master closet hanging opposite of mine. Her furniture and décor filled the rooms. The spare bedrooms were no longer empty.
I was no longer empty.
I sighed and looked at her face. She was still sleeping—my mild attempts to wake her didn’t work, but I wasn’t trying that hard.
She was mine, and I was hers.
And I wanted everyone to know it.
I blew across her skin, smiling as the goose bumps rose. Her face scrunched up in annoyance and she snuggled deeper against me.
I loved Lila, and I never wanted to be without her.
With her, I was reborn.
I lightly ran the tip of my nose across her temple and inhaled the scent of her hair.
“No more hiding for us. We were never very good at that anyway, but that doesn’t matter now. None of it does. What matters is I’ll always be here for you. Through the upcoming trial…” My gut twisted. Would it break her to live through all those fucked up memories of Adam she’d buried so deep? In some ways it was good that he came after her. It made me realize exactly how much I loved her and needed her in every way. “No one will ever hurt you again, and we won’t ever be separated. I promise.” I kissed her shoulder and released a soft breath across her skin. “I’ll protect you with my dying breath. You’ll always be safe from now on.”
I stared out the open window, watching the palm fronds sway in the breeze and listening to the waves crash against the shore. Every day should have this kind of peace, but my memories wouldn’t shut off, and neither would my fears that she might be a target now.
There was a smile on her lips as she slept, one I’d put there. I wanted to see her dreams, but I was content knowing she had peace and happiness.
Anything. I’d do anything to make her happy. My lips passed over her forehead. She was my missing half.
A high-pitched squeak accompanied her body stretching against mine, her mouth open in a long yawn. I chuckled to myself, looking over her well-sexed body. It was complete with multiple bite marks to let everyone know she was taken.
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“What time is it?”
I peered over to the nightstand. “Just before eight.”
“Were you talking to me a little bit ago? I was dreaming you were whispering in my ear, making me all sorts of promises.” She hummed for a minute.
I simply grinned. “What kind of lawyer makes promises to someone who’s unconscious?”
“One who’s up to no good.” She rubbed her eyes.
“Mmm… Good point.” I chuckled. “I guess I was trying to take advantage of every moment we have here together.”
She thought on that for a moment, probably doing the math of how much time we had left. Her lips moved to a pout. “We don’t have time to take a last swim, do we?”
I shook my head. “But, if we hurry, we can take a last walk on the beach after breakfast. We’re mostly packed.”
She nodded. “It’ll only take a few minutes to finish up.”
I leaned down and nipped at her shoulder, earning a squeak and a smile. “And we can save time by showering together.”
Her gaze narrowed on me. “I don’t know about that.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll still fuck me in the shower.”
I nodded. It was nothing new. “Exactly. This way, we can kill two birds with one stone.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed on my chest. “Shower now or after breakfast?”
I looked her over and licked my lips. “After.” She sighed. “What?”
“You just want everyone to see that I’m well fucked.”
“And?”
She shook her head and sat up all the way. “Once a possessive perv, always a possessive perv.”
“You should be used to it by now. It’s not going to change anytime soon. I like marking what’s mine so fuckers know.”
She tried to give me a look of disapproval, but she couldn’t pull it off. There was no denying it—she loved me claiming her. The world would know she was desired, wanted, and loved.
Her hand slithered under the light sheet, nails gently pressing into my thigh as she moved up. I hissed and bucked when her hand wrapped around my soft cock, stirring it awake.
“And how am I supposed to show the world you’re mine?”
“I think the world knows my devotion to you.”
“How?”
“The ring on my finger and my constant hard-on for you.” She pursed her lips, the playfulness leaving her. “Or, I could eat you out, not wipe it off, and cover my body in your sweet juices.”
She licked her lips as she thought it over, her eyes dark and her hips rotating. I knew how to get her wet. She was probably thinking about my tongue sucking on her clit, fingers pinching and pulling her nipples.
“I think that would work. Especially for the Boob Squad.”
“Guess we’ll have to save it for when they’re around. Besides, I don’t have time to do it properly today.”
She smiled and let go of my now hard dick. “I’ll hold you to it.” She turned, slipping her legs off the edge of the bed to stand.
When she tried to get up, her legs shook, then gave out, sending her back down to the bed. I leaned back against the headboard, figuring I’d get a good view of the show from there. Another attempt left her standing, but bracing herself against the wall.
Nice, naked ass centered perfectly in my view. I groaned and squeezed my cock.
“Trouble?” I smirked, remembering the activities that left her muscles weak.
She turned her head, glaring at me, then pushed off the wall. It was a valiant attempt on her part to make it to the bathroom, and she did…barely. I tried not to laugh as I watched her walk around like a cowboy in a western who’d spent too much time on a horse.
Try as I might, the laugh came out, despite her constant glares in my direction.
“You, stop. This is your fault.”
I licked my lips. “Oh, baby, I take pride knowing I fucked you so long and hard you can’t walk straight.”
“There goes our beach walk.” She threw her hands up. “What am I going to tell everyone? I pulled a muscle…saving a baby…from a runaway moose?”
I stood up and walked to her, showing off my smooth and natural gait—even with my bad leg.
“A moose? In Aruba?” I was to the point of cracking out to full-blown, hysterical laughter.
She stuck her tongue out at me. “It could happen.”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck, giving it a little nibble that made her sigh. “I don’t think we need to tell them anything. It was our honeymoon—they understand.”
She slumped against me, her hands slipping up and around my shoulders. “I hate that we have to go home.”
“Me, too.”
After freshening up, we had our last meal on our paradise. The ominous cloud that always surrounded us drew closer after its week-long exile. I could almost see it in the distance—its gray skies and turbulent winds whipping around.
Instead of walking on the beach, we stopped at the point where the waves licked at our feet. It was enough for Lila and her still shaky legs. Her smile tugged at my chest, and I squeezed her hand, savoring each moment, knowing we’d be gone in a few short hours.
When we got through the trial, I could take her away again, even if it was just for a long weekend.
Anything to see her smiling like she was at that moment.
Ten hours later, the elevator doors opened to the fourteenth floor, dropping us feet from our door. We were both tired from travel, but happy to be home. Suitcases in tow, I pulled out my keys and unlocked the deadbolt.
I stood there for a moment, staring at it, then turned to Lila.
“What?”
I leaned down and swept her off her feet and into my arms.