After I come, Rex kisses my thighs, his hands delicately stroking my skin.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he says.
“Still?”
“Always.”
“What about you?” I say, opening my eyes.
“I’ll get my turn. But I intend to consummate this marriage the traditional way.”
“Airplane bathroom?”
“Very funny.” He kisses my knee. “In bed. Slowly.”
“Mm, that sounds nice,” I say. But the truth is, I’m not sure I can wait that long.
Somehow, though, I do.
The plane lands on a narrow stripe of dirt on the island. We’re driven a short distance to the main house (there are also three guest houses on the island). Even though there is a couple of staff there, ready to wait on our every need, Rex picks me up and carries me across the threshold of the house.
The master bedroom has a one-eighty view of the ocean, windows open to the gentle breeze. He lays me down on the enormous bed and kisses me.
“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” he says.
“Only about a hundred times. But tell me again.”
“Addison Croft, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything in my life.”
He kisses me, his lips gentle on mine. When his tongue enters my mouth it goes slow and deep and I open up to him. Our hands begin undressing each other, and I kiss and lick across his hard chest, my hands running down his six-pack stomach. I yank down his pants and take his big dick in my hand, gently pulling on it while I watch. He’s lying back on the pillows and I’m on my knees before him. I spread my legs out, and let my wet pussy coat his dick. I slowly move back and forth across the length of his dick as he watches, his lips parted in lust. My cunt is absolutely throbbing for Rex, and rubbing it on his dick sends thousands of little electrical shivers across my body.
I move down and lick my own juices off his cock, which makes him moan out my name. I stretch my mouth wide take him in and suck him, going slow, making sure my tongue presses onto him in just the right way. I take him in deeper and deeper, opening my throat to the intrusion. I moan around his thick cock, loving the taste of him, the feel of him filling my mouth. I suck harder and faster until I’m sure he’s going to come—if he doesn’t, I just might come giving him head. But he pulls me off in one fast motion that startles me.
“I want to come inside you,” he says, panting. “God, you’re so sexy.” He kisses my mouth and I crawl onto his lap, feeling his rigid cock on my slick, throbbing pussy. I wrap my legs around him and grind into him. He holds my waist and lets me go, riding the top of his dick, slipping across the length of my aching walls. Then he flips me onto my back.
He takes his cock in his hand and slowly and easily slides it into me. I groan as he fills me up and stretches me out, his member so thick and long that I’ll never get used to it, and gladly. His eyes are on me as he moves slowly in and out of me just as he promised on the plane. He rubs my tits with one hand, then lowers himself further and kisses me as he makes love to me. I moan out his name when he moves away, and he increases his pacing, going faster and harder into me.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Please, yes.”
Rex pulls my knees up and holds me there as he goes into me in slow, hard thrusts, grunting with each one. We watch each other as we fuck, and the closer we get to our climax the harder and faster he goes until he’s slamming into me as I scream out my pleasure. My body bursts, my cunt contracting.
Rex falls next to me, panting. We wrap our bodies, sticky and slick with sweat and love, around each other and fall into a deep, blissful sleep. We don’t wake up until the next morning, when we start the whole thing over again.
We spend every day on that island doing whatever we want, which sometimes includes nothing at all. We eat well, lay in the sun—I get some good color—and make love more times than I can count. It is perfection. No distractions, nothing to worry about.
Still, I am happy to get back to L.A. When we arrive, the car takes us straight to Rex’s house, and my few possessions have been moved in.
“So I live here now,” I say, matter-of-fact. “That’s strange.”
“You don’t like it?” he asks.
“No, your house is amazing,” I say.
“Our house.”
“Yes, our house. But maybe something…”
“Bigger?” he says.
“I was going to say smaller. But maybe also a place that feels more like ours together.”
“If you want a new house, you’ll get a new house,” he says, kissing my lips. “Whatever you want.”
I’m ready to settle into wedded bliss. Tomorrow, on our first full day back in L.A., I plan to call Reynolds Myer to set up a meeting to see if he really intends to be my agent, and also maybe get in touch with Rex’s real estate agent to see about buying a new home. But I don’t even get that far before things begin to unravel.
Later that afternoon I come upon Rex standing outside, leaning on the fence and looking out at the city. The sun is setting and casts a warm orange glow across his skin, but his face looks tight, and his brow is furrowed.
“Hey, you,” I say. “What you thinking about out here all alone?”
His face softens when he sees me, which thrills me to no end.
“Come here,” he says, and I step under his arm. I rest my head on his shoulder and look out at the city with him as it just begins to sparkle. I notice his phone is clutched in his free hand, and although that wouldn’t normally mean anything, the fact that he’s out here alone looking so pensive makes me wonder if something has happened.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
He kisses the top of my head. “I knew I couldn’t escape it forever. I just got an email from the family attorneys. My brothers are flying in, and we all have to attend a meeting tomorrow to discuss the future of the company.”
I run my hand across his chest. I can tell he’s anxious about this but is trying to be stoic. Is Rex about to take over Croft International? He is married now, the main stipulation of gaining control. But I’m not sure he even wants that anymore.
“Email says there will be a team of my father’s handpicked ‘judges’—whatever that means—to assess who has…” He looks at his phone and reads. “Who has risen to the challenge and presents the best case to take over the company.”
“Is that what you want?” I ask. “To take over?”
He slips his phone back into his pocket. “It used to be all I wanted. Now I’m not so sure.”
“I’ll go with you, if you want me there.”
Rex looks down at me, his eyes holding onto mine. “I can’t imagine doing it without you. Thank you, Addison.”
“We’re a team now,” I say. “We have to look after each other.”
I don’t think either of us gets much sleep that night, our first night back in L.A. I lay my head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me. We don’t talk, we don’t make love.
We just wait for morning and whatever this meeting will bring. Whatever happens, though, I’m determined to make sure that nothing gets in the way of our happiness.
Rex