“Duncan, Alexis, I won't blame you for never wanting anything to do with me again. Hell, in your place, I wouldn't want anything to do with me,” he says. “I just want you to know how sorry I am. Both of you. And I also want you to know that if you're kind and generous enough to accept me back into your family, I will do everything I can to prove it was the right decision for you to make. I want to be a part of your lives. I want to be a part of my niece's life. I just desperately want to be a family again.”
Duncan turns to me and I nearly pass out from shock at what I see in his face – tears in his eyes. Tears rolling down his cheeks. It shocks me, but also warms my heart to no end. I give him a smile and a quick kiss on the lips.
“Go to him,” I whisper. “I support you, Duncan. No matter what.”
Duncan gives me a nod and starts off across the dance floor, headed for the stage. Regina turns and gives me a grateful look and a smile.
As Duncan mounts the steps, an even deeper hush falls over the crowd. Everybody is staring at the two brothers intently, with bated breath, watching and waiting to see how the family melodrama plays out. Duncan steps closer to Henry, then reaches out and pulls him into a tight embrace. The two men cling to each other as the crowd of guests erupt into applause. As I watch them, my heart swells with emotion and I can't keep the tears from rolling down my cheeks. Regina pulls me close and embraces me, spilling tears of her own.
“This really is the perfect ending to a perfect night,” I say.
Regina steps back and smiles wide at me but shakes her head. “No, dear. This isn't the end,” she says. “This is just the beginning.”
I laugh and wipe away the tears. Truer words have never been spoken.
Two months later…
“Remind me to thank Henry for this,” I say. “This is amazing.”
“Yeah, this is pretty nice,” Duncan says. “I mean, if you're into this sort of thing.”
I lower my sunglasses and stare blankly at him. “Seriously?”
Duncan laughs and climbs up the ladder, stepping back onto the dock of our private bungalow on the water. A long bridge connects our bungalow to the mainland, and we're surrounded by the most pristine, crystal blue waters I've ever seen in my life.
As our wedding present, Henry sent us to Bora Bora for our honeymoon. It's a place that was always on my bucket list, but I honestly had never thought I'd see it anywhere but the internet. Regina is caring for Aurora while we're indulging ourselves, and our every fantasy, out here in paradise. It still feels strange and a little tense to leave my baby girl behind, but I know she's in good hands. Regina loves her and always takes amazing care of her, which eases my worries. After all, Regina raised two good men, so she probably knows what she's doing.
The sun is sinking toward the horizon, but its rays make the water clinging to Duncan's toned, tight body glitter like droplets of gold and I'm suddenly very hungry – though not for food. Speaking of food, I glance at the clock and see that it's closing in on six. The private chef Henry hired to spoil us is going to be here in thirty minutes or so.
Our bungalow, like the rest of them, sits on pylons out in the water. They're all staggered, ensuring total privacy for the guests. Which has been perfect for us – and will continue to be.
I'm stretched out on the well-cushioned chaise lounge on the rear deck, reading a magazine and soaking in the sun. I thought it strange to find a chaise out on a rear deck over the water, but it hasn't stopped me from enjoying it. There's a low retaining wall that runs around the deck and automatic shutters that can seal the deck, keeping everything from getting wet in case of a storm.
Not only is it comfortable to relax on, but I have a feeling the chaise will also be very handy for my purposes. I watch Duncan as he dries himself off after a long, leisurely swim. Our plan is to have dinner and then go explore more of the island a little bit later. But for now, we have about thirty minutes of uninterrupted adult time – and I plan on making use of them.
Being with Duncan has made me feel like – a hormonal teenager. As our relationship has grown and as our love has deepened, I find that I can't get enough of him. Not that I could before, but he's somehow really kicked my libido into overdrive. The more I get, the more I want.
Duncan is watching me admiring him and smiles. “I know that look.”
“As well you should,” I say.
“You are insatiable.”
“I don't hear you complaining.”
“Nor will you,” he says and laughs.
“Good. Then get over here,” I chuckle. “Time to perform your husbandly duties.”
He glances at the clock. “We've only got about thirty minutes.”
I shrug. “It's enough time for a quickie.”
He drops the towel and pulls me to my feet. Duncan leans down and kisses me passionately, letting me feel every bit of emotion he carries for me. As our tongues swirl together in my mouth, I feel myself growing hotter and wetter by the second. I reach down and slide my hand into his swim trunks, gripping his rapidly hardening cock and stroke it. He leans his head back and moans.
“You know, you may just kill me by the time our honeymoon is up,” he says.
I give him a flirty grin. “Can you think of a better way to go?”
“Absolutely not.”
Duncan leans forward, pressing me down on the chaise, and kisses me again. He presses his body against me, and I feel his stiff cock against my stomach. I wrap my legs around him and grab hold of his shoulders as our kiss intensifies. I shudder as I feel Duncan's hand roaming my body. He cups my breast, giving my stiff nipple a hard tweak as he kisses down the length of my neck.
It's amazing to me that even after all these months together, Duncan can ignite the fires of passion and desire in me with nothing more than a touch. A glance. A kiss. I've always enjoyed sex, but I've never craved or needed it as much as I do with him.
“I need you inside of me,” I moan.
Duncan fumbles around a bit and I realize he's sliding out of his shorts. He tosses them to the floor, taking his bare cock into my hand. I squeeze it hard and he lets out a low moan as I stroke him. He slides his free hand down my stomach, slipping it between my thighs. I shudder as he touches me through my swimsuit, the yearning to feel him filling me up growing more with each passing moment.
“We need to be quick,” I gasp.
“We'll have to make up for the foreplay later.”
“Count on it.”
He pulls my swimsuit to the side, gently caressing my pussy with the tips of his fingers. I would give anything to have his mouth on me right now but pressed for time, I'll just have to wait. I'll make him make it up to me later.
I feel the head of Duncan's cock pressing against my opening and with one hard thrust, he's buried deep within me. I gasp as he stretches me open, the feeling him filling me up so completely sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
I cling to him tightly, digging my nails into his shoulders as he begins to move, and he draws in a sharp breath. He pins me harder against the chaise and starts to thrust his hips, driving himself into me with vigor. I moan and call his name as he pounds himself into me, his cock sliding deep and setting off explosions of sensation.
“Yes, baby,” I gasp. “Yes, fuck me.”
Duncan obliges me, reaching up to grab hold of the back of the chaise with both hands for better leverage. With me pinned between the chaise and his body, he's able to drive himself even harder into me. The sun is beating down on us as he pumps his cock into me over and over again. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure running through me.
Duncan presses his forehead against mine, our gazes locked. A low growl escapes him while he drives himself into me, burying his glorious cock into me with a wild and reckless abandon. The pressure is building up low within me, and the pleasure coursing through my body is setting my every nerve ending on fire. It seems like every time we're together, he makes me come harder than the last time – and I know I bring him just as much pleasure, which makes me happy.
I want the rest of our lives pleasing one another, making each other happy in every way possible – and I'd have to say we're off to a pretty good start.
“I'm going to come,” Duncan whispers in my ear. “You're going to make me come, baby.”
I dig my nails into his back as a bolt of sensation rocks my entire body. “Come for me, baby,” I say. “God, yes. Please come for me.”
Duncan throws his head back and lets out a sound that's more animal than human. His entire body stiffens and then begins to tremble. As I feel his cock pulsing inside of me, he sends me over the edge. A powerful orgasm tears through me. I stutter and gasp, crying out as every muscle in my body feels like it's spasming. I'm carried along on a river of ecstasy, and the rush of endorphins leaves me feeling dizzy.
Duncan drives himself into me one last time and holds himself as deep inside of me as he can go. With a cry, I feel him explode, shooting thick streams of his warm, wet seed into me, filling me up with it completely.
Our foreheads pressed together, Duncan looks at me and smiles as he tries to catch his breath.
“I fucking love you so much,” he pants.
“Fucking love me?” I ask with a laugh. “Or love fucking me?”
“Both,” he amends, nodding. “Definitely both.”
I kiss him and then smile. “That goes for me too, Duncan. Both,” I say. “But, I do. I love you so much. More than I can even say and I'm looking forward to spending our lives together.”
He nods. “We're going to live our best lives together, Alexis,” he says. “You are my everything.”
I feel the tears of joy welling in my eyes and do my best to bite them back. I'm not one who likes to cry, but Duncan seems to just instinctively know how to activate all of my emotions.
“You're my world, baby,” I tell him. “I love you.”