Chapter 2

Chapter

Two

DASH

My boxof goodies was bugging the hell out of Keir, and, of course, I’d planned it that way. He’d bought me the tiniest damn swimsuit for Christmas that had clued me into the tone of our honeymoon: Fuckfest! The things in the box would definitely support my assumption.

We sipped prosecco while waiting for our luggage, checking out the gorgeous suite I’d chosen for our stay. It was right on the beach with a small private pool with a teak deck and a large hammock on a metal frame that faced the private slice of beach outside our room. The pictures hadn’t done it justice.

“When are you going to show me what’s in the box?” He stood in front of the large French doors in the sitting room that opened to our private deck, sipping his prosecco with a big grin.

I took the box into the bedroom and shoved it in a dresser drawer. I walked back into the sitting area where I grabbed the bottle from the silver bucket, carrying it to the doors to fill our glasses. I kissed the tip of his nose before I held up my glass for a toast.

“I’ll show you what’s in the box after we eat. Now, I’m gonna be a sap for a minute. Here’s to you, my beautiful husband. You’re perfect. I love you, worship you, and crave you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You shoulda let me fuck you in the airport bathroom before Jo caught up to us. Cheers to our future.”

Keir cracked up as we touched glasses and twined our arms in that sappy way people did at weddings. “I wanted us to actually go on our honeymoon, not spend it in the Sacramento County lockup for lewd and lascivious behavior in a public place. Cheers, love. To a happy life.” We touched the glasses again and drained them just as the doorbell chimed.

“I’ll get it. Can you check that fridge to see if there’s any beer?”

I walked to the door and opened it, seeing a man and a woman. The man had our luggage and the woman was pushing a room service cart.

“Señor, your lunch and your luggage. Where would you like her to set it up? May we come inside?”

“Oh, sure. How about we set it up at the table outside?” I stepped aside as they both bustled into the room. The man went to the bedroom and the woman went out through the French doors and transferred the food from the cart to the table.

I went to the bedroom where the bellman had put the suitcases on luggage racks to the left of the bed. I reached into my pocket and gave him some cash. “Thank you, Señor. Dee will leave the cart outside the door. You can remove your dishes and put them on the cart, and we’ll collect it later without disturbing you.” He took the luggage trolley and walked into the sitting room.

The man then glanced between Keir and me before grinning broadly. “Congratulations on your marriage. Enjoy your stay, and if you need anything, call the front desk and they’ll direct you to the proper department.”

With that, he went onto the back deck and helped the woman finish unloading the cart. She pushed the food cart to the side while he pushed the luggage trolley out of the room. Just before he closed the door, he reached behind it and grabbed a turquoise tassel to hang on the doorknob.

“Do not disturb, señor.” He gave me a wink and closed the door, which automatically locked. I had a great laugh at that.

Keir stared at me momentarily and then laughed with me, his sexy baritone revving my motor. He had this moan he did when I ate that beautiful ass that really did it for me. I couldn’t wait to open that fucking box.

“Come on, Dearly. Let’s eat.”

We stepped onto the deck to see the table elegantly set with white linens. There was a canopy over the deck where white gauze curtains had been pulled almost closed, giving us privacy but still allowing the sand and the Sea of Cortez to be visible from our seats at the table.

The chairs had been put on adjacent corners to make it more intimate, and there was an unopened bottle of pinot grigio in an ice bucket on the right side of our chairs, and a chilled beer stein next to a bucket of Mexican beer on the left.

I pulled out the chair near the wine bucket and motioned for Keir to sit. I nipped his neck once he was seated and pushed in his chair before I joined him.

I found a bottle opener hanging off the side of the beer bucket, so I opened one and poured it into the icy-cold glass. I then turned to Keir. “May I pour you a glass of wine?”

Keir grinned. “I better have a glass of water. It’s only noon.”

I reached for the pitcher, filled both of our glasses, and took the cover off our plates to see a toothpick with a little piece of paper attached. “Tilapia con arroz y maíz. What’s that?”

Keir looked at his plate and smirked. “I don’t speak much Spanish, but I’d say fish with rice and corn?”

He opened the round plastic insulated box that contained warm corn and flour tortillas, and we dug into the most delicious food I’d tasted in forever. Maybe it was the scent of the sea air or the best company I’d ever had, but I was really enjoying myself, so I walked the plank. “So, what’s been up your ass lately—besides me.” Maybe a joke would lighten the mood?

Keir put his fork on his near-empty plate and reached for the wine bottle, giving me a withering stare. “You wanna do this now, do you?”

I picked up my stein. “Let’s get it out in the open. You’ve been pissed for a while.”

Keir exhaled and poured some wine before shoving the bottle back into the ice. “At the reception, when you observed Violet playing with Jamie, you said you wanted to have a baby with me, but you haven’t said another word about it. I’m forty-two, Dash. I don’t want to wait to have children. I wanna be able to play with them while I can still get around okay, you know?”

The anger was unexpected, but he was right. “Dearly, I haven’t brought it up because I was concerned about the timing, what with the Goddess of Darkness set to unleash Hell on earth, but we can start looking for egg donors and surrogates if you want. I wish I’d known this is what was bothering you. We could have talked this out a month ago.”

As quick as the anger came, the tears came quicker. “Oh hell, baby. Come here.” I took his hand and pulled him up, guiding us to the hammock. I helped him in and then joined him. We relaxed on our backs and gazed at the palm trees overhead.

“You sure you wanna have babies with a thoughtless brute like me?” I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him to rest his head on my shoulder.

He put his hand on my T-shirt-covered gut, slowly moving it up and down. “I can’t wait to have babies with you. How many do you want?”

“Pssh. I’d like one of each, but they might not come that way. How about we start with two and see how it goes?” I also had something I needed to concede to him.

After we got married and with things being so crazy lately, I’d been pig-headed about Clegg Cycles, and Keir had called me on it, which of course, was like a splinter in a finger.

I’d decided it would be best to sell the shop to Quinn, but I wanted him to keep the name as an ode to my parents. It was wrong of me to make it a condition, and when we got home from our honeymoon, I was planning to make the offer to Quinn without the demand about the name.

“I decided not to make it a sale requirement that Quinn keep the Clegg name. It will be his business, and I can’t put demands like that on him. It was hard for me to seriously consider selling it to him, so if I put a stipulation on it and he said no, then it wasn’t meant to be. It was definitely the wrong way to go about it.”

Keir turned a bit and laid both hands on my chest, his chin resting on top so he could gaze into my eyes. “How’d it even come up?”

“Quinn was teasing me about the bulk I’ve put on lately. He asked if I was on steroids, and I said, ‘Don’t piss me off or I won’t sell the shop to you.’ He was surprised by my comment, though I was joking, but he said, ‘If you ever decide to sell, I want first dibs.’ I guess I hadn’t thought seriously about it before then. As the reality of the idea set in, I realized you need my help at the funeral home. I’m not at the shop that often, so it seems shitty of me to be making a profit off their hard work.”

I brushed the back of my fingers over his fuzzy cheek, feeling the stubble I loved, especially on my thighs by my cock. Which reminded me of the box of fun I had in the dresser.

Keir leaned up a little and stared at me for a moment. “Love, my profession is my choice, and our marriage isn’t a mandate that you need to be there to help. You need to have your own passions. Besides, now you have a new bike to build. Since you’re indestructible, I wouldn’t mind hopping on the back of that bike and cruising around with you when I don’t have a guest.” That was something I hadn’t considered.

“We can definitely do that, but I could help more at Dearly & Son. I like working with you, and I expect you’ll ask Lake or Amelie to take the funeral director’s exam any day now to help so all the paperwork isn’t on you. I can do what Scotty used to do regarding moving the guests and pickups at the morgue. You know, shit like that.”

I didn’t say I was worried about him being there when I wasn’t. After Jay Frick’s actions caused Keir to need surgery, I didn’t like him being there by himself. Plus, if we had kids, I’d need to help care for them, so it wasn’t the worst idea I’d ever had. “Besides, if we have kids, I’ll have to help more. Can you see me as a manny?”

Keir chuckled. “It’s not babysitting if they’re your own kids.” The hammock went a little wonky because we both started shaking with laughter, so I put my foot down to stop us from flipping.

We swayed in the tropical breeze, content to hold each other and enjoy a quiet moment. If it was the calm before the storm of Nyx, I’d take it.

After a short cat nap, we hopped up, and Keir went to take care of some personal business while I cleaned up the lunch dishes and put the cart outside as the bellman had instructed.

When he didn’t come back in a few minutes, I went to the bedroom to find Keir sitting on the bed in an aqua towel, holding the box from the dresser. “Can we open it now?”

I chuckled. “What do you think is in there?”

I slid my T-shirt over my head and took the elastic out of my hair, running my fingers through it. Would I have to cut my hair to work with Keir? Hell, Scotty had long hair and Keir had never complained, but...

“Babe, should I cut my hair?”

“Cut it? Fuck no. It’s gorgeous. Don’t you dare.”

His bright-blue eyes dancing with joy had me taking the box and ripping it open to reveal another box inside. Damn, the man got to me on levels I never imagined anyone could.

Dropping the wrecked cardboard on the nightstand, I turned to Keir and unbuttoned my jeans. “Don’t touch the box. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

I headed to the bathroom and turned around, seeing Keir sitting up straight and trying to look inside. “Just for peeking, I’m gonna have to tie your hands so you can’t touch yourself.”

He sucked in a quick breath, making me chuckle. My guy was turning into a freak, and I loved it. “I’ll be right back.”

I quickly showered, not washing my hair because I would need a shower after, and then I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped back into the bedroom.

I should have known Keir wouldn’t listen to me. Everything was in the middle of the bed except for the restraints, which he’d already slid under the mattress and lopped over the headboard. He was nude, and his feet were already restrained.

“Oh, you broke the rule, you bad boy.”

My husband gave me a coy look, and I chuckled. Sexy minx. “What are you going to do about it?”

I smirked. “Well, you’ve done it half-right.”

I removed the restraints from his ankles, flipped his sexy ass over, and put them back on before I tightened them around his wrists. He was starfished on the mattress, humping it as if he thought I’d let him get off.

All the toys I’d ordered had moved to the right side of the bed when I’d flipped him over. I popped him on his gorgeous ass and then leaned over to bite it.

“Gah!” He squeaked. How cute was that?

I walked to the other side of the bed and moved the toys out of Keir’s line of sight. I took off my towel, my hard cock jutting toward my abs where he could see it. When he licked his lips, I nearly moved closer and shoved it in his mouth, but...he’d broken the rules and deserved a punishment.

“You didn’t wait for me to show you these things as I told you, so now, you’re going to stop humping the mattress or I’ll make you get on your hands and knees while I explain this stuff to you. This was supposed to be a surprise, and you almost ruined it.”

His gaze was on the precum sliding down my erect cock, so I snapped at him and cracked his ass cheek. “Pay attention. There will be a test.”

I opened the first package to reveal a wiggling butt plug with a prostate massager. “This one massages your cock.” I pointed to the vibrating cock ring. “Your taint.” I pointed to the lifted bump that hit the perineum perfectly. “And this is a prostate massager.”

The whole time I was talking, I opened the pack of batteries I’d also ordered and inserted them into the toy, turning it on for an instant and holding it up.

“Fuck yeah!” Keir’s voice was enticingly breathy, but still, he’d broken the rule.

“Fuck no.”

I then picked up another package from the pile, a pink one, and opened it, revealing vibrating anal beads. “These are for you to put inside me while I fuck you. Look, it’s chargeable.” I shoved the plug into the end of the beads and plugged it into the ports at the base of the lamp. I opened the bedside drawer and put them back in the pink box before shoving it into the drawer.

I picked up the silk ropes, the blindfold, the double-headed dildo that vibrated, the furry hand cuffs, and the clear silicone dildo. It suctioned to the shower wall, but that wasn’t how I planned to use it.

“And this is how we’re gonna have a threesome without another guy coming into our marriage. I want you full, baby, and I want you to beg me to let you come.” I lifted the thick metal cock ring. “But I might not since you didn’t follow my instructions.”

Keir was panting, and in that moment, I felt like a fucking sex god. I reached under Keir’s body and to the other side of the mattress to grab the large bottle of lube I’d ordered. I didn’t want TSA going through our bags because they saw all those oddly shaped toys in there, and I’d mail that shit back to Reardon too. I never wanted Keir to be embarrassed about our healthy sex life.

“So, Dearly, tell me what you’d like to try.”

He turned his head and pushed up on his knees, exposing that gorgeous hole to me. “Anything you want, love. I just want to feel you inside me.”

I chuckled and grabbed the lube, tugging off the towel and getting behind him. I dove into his crease, nipping at his cheeks before swirling my tongue around his hole, feeling the muscle become pliant at my sensual attack. With more taunting the resistance lessened, and I was more than ready.

I slapped his left cheek, happy to see my pink handprint surface in a second. It had me spearing my tongue inside him harder, but not touching his cock. When he shot off, I wanted it to be down my throat.

I grabbed the complicated five-in-one vibrator and slicked up the anal vibrating feature. I pulled back and slid under Keir, the vibrator idle.

“I’m putting the cock ring on, then I’ll fit the taint vibrator before I slide the anal vibrator in. Then I’m going to suck all the cum out of you and drive you crazy. When you think you don’t have anything left to give me, I’m gonna fuck you hard.”

Again, he was panting, and I was happy to show him just how fucking much fun we could have. I’d never share him, but I could make sure our sex life never got boring.