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It is the ideal place
to come. No interference from the outside world, unless I, or rather
we
, want it. It is truly being in your own
spot of paradise. And as with my cabin in Geo
rgia,
only two or three people even know it exists at present. I would say that would
continue to be the case, but it will be hard to contain my overenthusiastic
bride. I’m okay if people know that I own an island. They’d have to look real
hard to find its
location.

There’s something so
primal about having sex outdoors. Hell, sex anywhere with Caitlyn is primal.
She brings out the beast in me. Since the first time we had sex, I knew we were
meant to be. We fit together so perfectly. There was none of that g
etting to know what you like awkwardness you sometimes come
across with a new partner. She instinctively knows what to expect from me, what
I want. Makes me hard simply thinking about it.

The times on the
island were incredible.
Especially
one of the last.

I gave her no room to
breathe. One of my hands pressed flat to her stomach, pulling her back against
me. She didn’t fight me. I found myself craving her touch, wanting more.

“Turn around,
Caitlyn.”

As she slowly did, she
moistened her lips. I groaned, low
ered my head, and
sealed my mouth over hers. I was turned on by how soft those sensuous lips
were. She sighed, and my tongue slipped inside. She seemed to
be tasting
me as well, in long, erotic licks, and
it made me crazy.

The hand I’d had on
her waist was
now resting on the curve of her hip.
Pulling her closer, I growled, deepening the kiss, stroking her tongue with my
own. She kissed me back, as though she might never get another chance. Her
breasts and clit screamed for me to touch them. My right hand pu
shed her dress up to her waist. Instinctively, Caitlyn
parted her legs, allowing me access.

I was breathing hard.
My hand softly made its way up her thigh until I reached her sex. Slowly, I
feathered a finger through her folds, bringing her all but over th
e edge. Then, I found her magnificent, weeping pussy and
inserted two digits.

“I want you, Caitlyn.
I want to watch you come as I fuck you with my fingers. And when you’re
finished, we’re going to have primal, explosive, mind-blowing sex.” Her muscles
tigh
tened around my fingers in response.

“Apolooo,” she
groaned,
the momentum building. It wouldn’t take
her but a second to explode.

I rubbed her clitoris
in gentle circles with my thumb. “Caitlyn, look at me when you come.
Only me.”

The tension built as I
pushed my fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, all
the while massaging her clit.

“Now,” I ordered.

She climaxed then,
crying out as her hips pumped into my hand. Our eyes were locked. She was not
ashamed or shy. She wove her hands through my hair. In tha
t one moment, she owned me. Our lips met in a feverish,
devouring kiss before I found her sucking my index finger, tasting
herself
on me.

With one swoop, I had
her in my arms, laying her on a couch, covering her cleft with my mouth. As
soon as my tongue to
uched her clit, teasing it,
fluttering over it, the promise of another orgasm swelled again. I flicked my
tongue over her clit some more, taunting her. Then, as it darted inside her,
she came a second time, her body quaking violently.

She didn’t have the s
trength to push me away as I further nibbled and sucked
until I was sure I’d gotten everything out of her that I could. I licked both
of her nipples through the cloth as I slowly made my way to her luscious mouth.
I kissed her thoroughly, and she responded
greedily.

“My God, Caitlyn.” I
stared down at her. Little did she know, our night was just getting
started.

“That…that was the
most amazing…”

I sat up, giving her
room to do the same. She stood and pulled her dress back down. Then, she
accepted the glass
of wine I offered and took a sip.
Our eyes locked. We were not finished, not by a long shot.

I leaned down and
covered her mouth with mine.
A
soft, but intimate kiss.
“Are you hungry?”

I kissed her again.
“To answer your question, yes, I’m hungry.
Hungry f
or you, Apolo.
I want you to fuck me first. I want to
feel your cock deep inside me. Then, if we have the strength, we’ll eat.”

I heard a groan escape
my lips as I took the glass from her hand and placed it on the table beside us.
Leading us back over to t
he couch, I stood in
anticipation.

Her fingers reached
for my zipper and slowly opened it. The two buttons holding my pants were
undone. She pulled my slacks over my hips until they puddled on the ground. I
did the same with my boxers before sitting in the
chair. Her dress was back on her hips, her panties somewhere on the floor from
our encounter moments earlier.

My erection brushed
between her legs, and she whimpered, clearly wanting more. I reached around
her, and sheathed my cock with the condom I held.

“Come,” I whispered,
pulling her back on top of me. The scent of our lust awakened my core. The
seductive mix of pheromones and her release was heavy in the air. I was going
to possess her, bury myself deep inside her.

I growled as she
impaled herself on
me, my hands on her hips, guiding
her down. “You’re so wet, so tight,” I gasped.

We were eye to eye,
our faces inches apart. She took more of me, letting me slide deeper,
stretching her exquisitely. I felt even more connected to this one woman in
such a sh
ort space of time, as she gave me what I
craved.

I touched her
throbbing clit with the pad of my thumb. I knew she was about to become
unhinged in a matter of seconds, as she took me deeper. She became so hot and
wet, sliding off my cock and slowly back do
wn until
she completely sheathed me. I was so deep I could feel my balls next to her
entrance, the tip of me nestled somewhere next to her stomach. My body didn’t
care. I was on the verge of orgasm.

“What are you doing to
me, Caitlyn?” I growled.

Lifting h
er off my shaft until I was almost out, I plunged back
inside her hard and fast. She pressed her mouth to mine, gripping my shoulders.
She rocked her hips as I kissed her, riding me, as my thumb massaged her clit.
Primitive instinct took over both of us. T
he only
urge either of us had was to fuck.

And fuck we did, until
the tension burst. I pushed into her as hard and deep as I could, groaning. As
I did, her orgasm exploded until she was trembling all over. Possessed by my
stare, she moaned and came harder
as I pounded my
hips up into her, pulling hers down to meet mine. This time, I went over the
edge, my face tightened by the climax. I shook as the orgasm tore through me.

We sat there, our
foreheads touching, our gasping breaths the only sound.

“Wow,” I fi
nally whispered in her ear. “That was intense.”

“Yeah,” she replied,
kissing my neck. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever. I didn’t
want to break the connection, ever.

Chapter
Five

One thing I already
knew about Apolo Choice—when he actually took time off to relax, you’d better
savor every moment. Once his mind clicked back into work mode, there was no
slowing him down. Not even being married stopped him. Something I expected when
I
accepted his proposal, but daunting none the less.
To share him with so many.
I was determined, however, to work
things out so that he and I would have blocks of time for only us.

Our honeymoon on his
private island, while the thing dreams are made of, end
ed quicker than either of us would have liked. We were off to Washington,
ahead of schedule. While we were still technically on our honeymoon, using the
time to settle in and acclimate to our new house and our new town, I could see
the wheels already turni
ng in that handsome head of
his.

Even though Apolo had
purchased our new home fully furnished, I was trying to make it our own. As
usual, Apolo had seen to having everything shipped while we’d been in the
tropics. It now greeted me in one of the spare bedr
ooms
of the penthouse.

I knew by now not to
question how things got from point A to point B.
Between
Apolo and Jacob, there was a well-oiled machine that went
to work behind the scenes. Actually, I didn’t mind.
One less thing for me to worry about.

Comfort
ers and other items I’d purchased prior to the wedding had
also been delivered and waited for me in what seemed to be the holding room.
While I couldn’t wait to get started, I knew that everything took a back seat
to the two of us spending time together. T
ime was
going to be a precious commodity from here on out. But Apolo and I would muster
through it, taking each day as an adventure.

“I’d forgotten how
spectacular a view this place has,” I remarked looking out one of the living
room windows.

“Yes, that was one of
the first things that sold me on this place,” Apolo replied, nuzzling my neck
from behind.
“Spectacular,
especially at night.
Great party conversation and back drop.”

“Hmmm,” I replied,
leaning into him, enjoying his touch. “Have you
anything
planned this evening?”

“No,
not a thing.
I took the liberty of having Renee stock the kitchen for us. That way we don’t
have to go out to a restaurant and risk blowing our cover.”

“Our
cover?”

“Yes, you know, coming
back early. This is just as muc
h a part of our
honeymoon as the island.”

“Then, husband I
suggest we do just that.
Before you
find an excuse.”

“I’m all yours,
darling.
Really.
What would you say to us doing some
incognito sightseeing?”

“I’d love it, if we
can pull it off. What did you h
ave in mind?” I asked
suspiciously.

“I thought perhaps we
could take a drive one evening, see the sights lit up. Then, if you’re up to
it, we could even take a drive to the Virginia coast or go inland.”

“Sort of get to know
the area? The countryside is bea
utiful around here.
Perhaps go to Mount Vernon?”

“Yes, that would be a
great trip. You see, there’s so much to do here, I’ll not think of business at
all.”

“Well, if you’re a
good boy, I’ll show you what no work will get you.”

“Will you now?” A
mischievous
grin crossed his face. I could tell by
the way his mouth was moving along my neck that he was up to no good.

“How about I go see
what Renee left for us to make dinner? Then afterwards, if you’re up to it, we
can take that ride.” I turned around, fully int
ending
on doing just what I’d told him. Instead, he stood next to me, so close I
believe I could have seen sweat drip off him.

He leaned down and
covered my mouth with his.
A soft,
but intimate kiss.
“Are you hungry, or is there something else you’d like?”
He kissed me again, beginning another round of passionate
love-making.

Afterwards we stayed
joined for what seemed like forever. I didn’t want to break the connection, but
finally I spoke, “I don’t know about you, but if we’re going to do that again,
I th
ink we’d better eat first.”

A chuckle came from
somewhere deep inside him. Biting my lip, I slowly raised off him, which only
made me want more. He was still hard.

“I think you’re right,
because I don’t know how long I’m going to last if I stay inside you.
” He gently moved me aside and stood.

I went to the bathroom
to regain my composure. That man made me abandon anything and everything sane
in my being. But that’s one of the things I loved about him—his ability to make
me lose my inhibitions.

When I entere
d the kitchen, I found Apolo digging through the huge
Sub-Zero. He didn’t seem to know I was there, so I stealthily moved toward him
before asking in a louder-than-necessary voice, “Find what you’re after?”

He jumped, just like I
had wanted. It was good to
see him act like a normal
man.
A very hungry, sexed man.

“Damn, don’t sneak up
on me like that!”

“Sorry, you looked
like a starved man rummaging through there. Come on, move and let me see what I
can find.”

“Well, don’t make
anything too difficult. I’m hu
ngrier than I thought.”

“That’s only because
you just had sex.”

“You certainly are a
smart ass today, aren’t you? I may have to find a way to get that out of you.”
He chuckled, removing his body from the opening.

“Yes, promises,
promises, and all that.” I
spied two small steaks.
“What about these?
Too heavy for
you?”
I pulled them out of their drawer and passed them to him.

He examined them as
though they were foreign objects.
“Hmmm,
yes.
These will do nicely. Do you want me to take care of them, and you do
the rest?”

“Yes, that would be
nice, thank you.”

* * * *

We spent our remaining
time quietly.
Quietly, but busy.
I had something mapped out for us to do
every single day until we had to return to Atlanta. Mop up, as Apolo called it.
I dreaded it, too. It meant returning to reality and having to share him.

In the meantime, I had
us on the road exploring.
Outside
of W
ashington, where he wouldn’t be recognized.
One day it was to Mount Vernon. Neither
of us had been to George Washington nor Thomas Jefferson’s residences. It was
amazing to see them firsthand. More Americans needed to see their heritage in
person, not just
in a book.

The last day of our
honeymoon, we were off to the Norfolk area. Apolo wanted to see the naval ships
without having to be that close to D.C. He seemed to have a fascination for the
huge vessels. Like a little boy. I remembered his brother Anthon
y had been given an opportunity to attend a military
academy and made sure he had failed so he wouldn’t have to.

“Do you ever wish you
could have pursued a career?” I asked as we stood watching a large ship of some
sort steam slowly out of the bay toward
destinations
unknown.

“No,
not really.
I don’t think I would have been too good at following orders. Then again, I
never had the opportunity to make the choice. That was taken from me.”

It was the first time
he’d made even a veiled mention of having his li
fe
altered by his brother’s selfishness. I wasn’t sure what to do. Pity
was something
he didn’t want, nor could he stomach.
He’d made do with what had become his destiny and done it remarkably well.
Instead, I said nothing, deciding that, if he wished to a
sk for my opinion, he would. Otherwise, I would listen. He
seemed to need to talk.

“How about we pick up
some crab on the way home? I think I’d like our last dinner to be something
private and fun.”

“You
sure?”
The change of subject matter seemed to be wha
t he
wanted. He didn’t need to go down that dark rabbit hole. It wasn’t one he
ventured into often, and now was not the time. “I had thought of taking you
somewhere fancy, memorable.”

“I’m quite sure. I’m
also sure cracking crabs and drinking beer with you
in the privacy of our new home will be much more fun than some stuffy
restaurant.”

“You’ll get no
argument from me. Beer, crab, and newspapers it is then.”

“We can lay the
newspapers out on the table on the balcony outside. Enjoy the evening. It’s
going t
o be cooling down, you know.”

“Hmmm,
yes.
Not that I’ll miss the stifling heat, but I don’t relish the cold.”

“It’s supposed to be
worse up this way,” I added. “Not sure I’m ready for that. But we’ll muster
through it.”

“
Which is exactly why you won’t be d
riving around in it.
You don’t know how, and I’ll not worry
about you.”

“Apolo, you do know
that I managed just fine before you?”

“So you say.”

I balled my fist up
and hit him in the upper arm, just to get my point across. “Come on!”

He opened the car door
for me, and I slid across the leather seat. He sat in his,
making sure everything was still to his liking before he backed out of the
parking spot and headed back toward our new home.

We stopped at a local
fish market just on the outskirts of town. Apolo
and
I walked through once, checking out all the vendors and their catch. He finally
selected a fish monger and carefully chose our dinner, haggling good naturedly
over the price.

“Why don’t you stop at
that liquor store to pick out some beer? You
know,
the
one about two blocks from
the penthouse.”

“Yes, good idea,” he
replied, smirking, as he drove off. He always did that when he knew he’d come
out on top of some deal.
Which was
almost always.

A few minutes later,
he was pulling into the parking lot of the
liquor
store. Turning off the engine, he turned to me. “Do you want to join me or wait
here with our crabby little friends?”

I tried not to laugh
at his attempt at humor, which was better than I’d ever admit. Apolo’s wit was
quirky, sarcastic at best, and
lost on the average
person. I still found myself doing a double take at some of his jokes.

“No,” I tried to reply
with a straight face. “You go. You’re the beer expert. I’ll keep our
soft-shelled friends company.”

Chuckling, Apolo shut
the car door and wal
ked toward the building. I
instinctively hit the lock and sat back, closing my eyes to relax. The vehicle
was so well insulated that the noise of the outside world was nearly impossible
to hear. So, by the time Apolo returned, I had fallen asleep.

Grim fac
ed, he threw a magazine across to me. I caught it, barely,
and peered down at the biggest selling weekly publication.
On the cover?
That’s right, you guessed it—Apolo and
me, during our wedding ceremony.
And
obviously taken with a cell phone.