at the cabana in Cancun, my body hums with acknowledgment. She doesn’t even know it, but today is the day.
She’s perfect in her short burnt orange sundress that makes her pale skin beam and her eyes seem even brighter somehow. Her hair is down in waves, tangled with the wind, and blowing toward me, begging me to pull it as I thrust into her deeply.
While Clay—her father—wanted this wedding for show, to make it seem like this big-ass notion for his campaign, it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with Joey.
My one stipulation was Marsha couldn’t come. It’s obvious she’s an absolute waste of air, especially while in the presence of my wife, but I truly wanted her dad to be here.
She may say he doesn’t matter anymore, but I know that’s a lie. She loves him endlessly, even while he’s forgotten what it means to be a father.
She grabs my hand as she hops in the sand, her eyes alight with joy and promise. “Sex on the beach?” she asks, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Pretty sure that’s illegal in every country, Sous.”
Playfully, she smacks my chest, a giggle escaping her. “No, you perv, a drink.” When I smirk, she rolls her eyes. “But that other thing,” she whispers, leaning in conspiratorially. “Wait for tonight and I’ll sit on your lap while no one can see what’s going on beneath my dress.”
I bring her in for a fierce kiss, the ache in my dick present as she leads me to the bar that’s surrounded by water. The first day we came out here, I about died. Unlike my Sous, swimming with the sharks doesn’t appeal to me, and this bar is entirely in the water. It’s not deep, but every chair is barely above the surface. So when you’re sitting, your legs are with the fish. Literally.
We take a seat at the bar, and I fall more for her as her eyes take in the ocean. She’s breathtaking like this. Carefree. Happy. No sorrows to consume her.
That’s why it’s perfect that we’re getting married soon, at sunset, when everything will be in place. She told me she wanted something special for the two of us eventually. Getting married didn’t have to be a show, but she wanted to experience it with me. For real.
Where booze and bad decisions didn’t guide it.
She orders her drink while I sip a virgin mojito. I don’t have an entire hold over my addiction, which is why I’ve been attending weekly AA meetings. My sponsor takes care of me, and I own up to everything.
It’s that one step.
The making amends.
I’ve nearly skipped it.
While it doesn’t make me any less dedicated to going further with my recovery, it does staunch my ability to let Joey fully in. That’s why we’re here.
I’m ready.
She’s mine.
I’m hers.
We’re perfect for each other.
After we talk about her ideas for a French version of Su Casa, I’m wondering if France is in our future. What if I could fix her memories like I promised? Take them away by expanding the restaurant she wants to be a part of so much, while extinguishing her demons?
Noting that idea down for someday soon, I lead her away toward our suite.
Later that day, when we’re supposed to be going to dinner, I tell her to dress for a fancier place. Though not many exist on this resort, no matter how distinguished it is.
She does.
Fuck does she.
My wife steps out of our ensuite with her hair cascading down her back. Red fire flaming lips greet me with a smile. Amber golden hues watch me with anticipation all while I barely hold my dick down in my pants. Down, boy. Later.
“Absolutely breathtaking, Sous,” I whisper. My voice a mix of huskiness and admiration. She’s perfection. When we first met, you couldn’t catch her in a dress, but somewhere along the way, that changed. She became in love; maybe it was our constant need to fuck in the open, or maybe she’s growing into the beautiful woman I’ve seen since day one. Either way, she’s radiant when she’s comfortable and happy with her body.
I love it.
I love her.
Her cheeks redden, matching the color of her lips.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice small, meek, and so unlike my wife that it has me smiling.
“Ready?” I offer my hand, and her small one attaches itself to mine a moment later. Heat overwhelms me, flooding my system with her fire and presence, and I’m in love with this