Chapter Twenty-Nine

The sound of her groaning out of pure pleasure made me crave her even more. I pushed myself into her, working my lips all the way down to her breast.

“Mm, Ryan,” she moaned, as my tongue swirled her nipple.

My tongue moved with the rhythm of my thrusting.

Releasing her hands, mine found their way to her hips. I picked her up while still inside her, switching positions so now my back was against the rock.

Without any instructions, she glided her hips to and away from mine. My manhood hardened as her vaginal walls stroked me up and down. Throwing her head back, wetting portions of her hair, Via squealed and began to move faster, causing me to reach deeper into her body.

“Holy shit, baby. I’m close!” I roared out, the pressure already building up.

She slowed her speed and adjusted her body to face me again. I felt the light, alarming sting of her palm across my cheek. “Ryan William Rayner, you are still grounded from coming!” she hissed, glaring at me.

I couldn’t help but grin in amusement. “You didn’t have any objections to it at three o’clock this morning.”

Her mouth fell open once she stopped moving. “What in the hell happened?”

“You honestly cannot recall?” I wondered, intrigued by how suddenly I managed to snag her attention.

She shook her head, her eyes pleading for me to spill.

I kissed her lips. “You astonish me, Mrs. Rayner. I woke up in the middle of the night to you fucking the bat-shit out of me.”

“What? Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I wasn’t about to startle my little sleep-fucker. By the way, you smack very well when you are unconscious.” I pressed her body closer to mine.

Before either of us could say a word, our hearts began to pound in unison as the sounds of voices grew closer.

I placed my index finger upon my wife’s lips and carefully whispered, “Shh, baby, stay quiet and they will go away.”

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leaned into me, touching my ear with her lips.

“Paybacks are a bitch, baby.”

My eyes widened as she leaped out of my arms and ran to the other side of the waterfall.

“Help me, please, help me! My boyfriend has gone crazy!”

Holy fucking shit! Is she seriously doing this?

“Carla, you need to get the kids to the car, now!” a masculine voice shouted.

“What is your name, miss?”

“Olivia Johnson, officer.” Via’s voice spoke, emphasizing the last word.

Shit! Damn! Fuck! She is going to have my ass arrested!

“Thank you so much. Mmm-my bbb-boyfriend is still in the water, on the other side of the waterfall.”

My heart slithered to my ass the second the officer’s voice hollered out to me.

I strolled out from behind the falling water to see Via clothed with her arms folded. The cop was fully decked out in uniform and glared at me as his hands touched his hips, “Out of the water and get dressed now.”

Without any protest, I did as I was told, climbing out of the water and slipping my clothes on.

“He didn’t hit you did he, Miss Johnson?”

Via shook her head. “No he has never hit me, officer. He may be an idiot, but he isn’t that stupid.”

Holy shit! Well-played, Mrs. Rayner. Touché!

Before I could so much as even blink, the cop had escorted me to his car, giving me my Miranda Rights as we walked.

“I would like to have my car keys, Mister Rayner,” Via stated, holding out her hand.

My eyes shifted to the officer. “Front left pocket.”

He dug the keys out of my pocket and handed them to my “girlfriend”.

When the policeman wasn’t looking, Via stuck her tongue out at me.

“Miss Johnson, I will need you to follow me to the station to fill out some paperwork.”

* * * *

I stood in a jail cell while Via chatted with the officers. She was feeding them some bullshit story!

“My boyfriend has always been on the jealous side. Believe me, he has more insecurities than Debbie Downer. We had been surfing and the next thing I know we were arguing over the mere fact that a couple of guys had been scoping me out. As if it is my fault!” I heard her say.

“Slinging me over his shoulder, he forced me into the trunk of my car. Then drove us to the waterfall, pulling over to drag me out and lead me to the water. He stripped off our clothing, and threw me into the water before Mister Rodriquez’s appearance. He was attempting to drown me. That is when I escaped his grip.”

The silence hung in the air for a few moments and I was becoming anxious.

“Are we pressing charges today, Miss Johnson?”

“No, that will not be necessary. All I want to do is go home and pretend this whole trip never happened. Have a good day, gentleman.” Her tone was charming and innocent.

“Hold up, Miss Johnson. Here is my card just in case you have any more trouble out of him. Don’t be afraid to call.” A younger male voice spoke.

I imagined the sweet smile on her face right this second.

“Thank you so much,” my wife’s voice chimed.

The door opened and shut.

Holy fuck! How in the hell can this woman aggravate me so much and manage to turn me on at the same time?

* * * *

Matthew had to use the taxi service to come bail me out of the slammer.

“There you are. I was beginning to worry about you.” Via spoke the moment I stepped into the room, not looking up from her girly magazine.

“Olivia Marie Rayner, what in the hell was that?”

She peered up and smirked at me. “Where would you like for me to start? The fact that our baby may have a half-brother or sister, or the part when you allowed your dominant to surface in front of our surfing instructor?”

“You’re right, about everything. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I have been so damn insecure,” I confessed as I sat next to her.

Tossing her book on to the coffee table, she scooted herself closer to me. “You have no reason to feel insecure. You are the one and only man for me, Ryan.”

Taking a hold of her hand, I pulled her into my lap. “Do you have any idea of how much I love you, Mrs. Rayner? I am always afraid of losing you over something stupid thing I have done.”

She took my face into the palms of her hands. “I am right here, Ryan. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Until the day I die, we shall be solely one.”

A grin appeared upon my lips as she slapped me.

I pulled her into a firm hug, taking in her scent. “Oh baby, I love you so damn much!”

Slinging her over my shoulder, I smacked her ass cheeks as I stood up and strolled to our bedroom.

I stared into her gorgeous eyes the second I placed her on to the bed. “Look at you, Via. You are so beautiful. I would take you if we didn’t have to pack.”

She stared at me in confusion. “Pack for what?”

“Your new boyfriend pulled me aside, warning that he would be watching me very carefully and that if I had a brain I would leave town quickly. He is quite smitten with you, Mrs. Rayner.”

She began to snicker. Oh, how I love to see her giggle!

“I don’t mean to laugh, but that is some funny shit! You believe that you are in deep shit.” Sitting up, she pulled me in for a long and tender smooch.

I pulled away to stare at her with a questioning look on my face.

She shook her head. “Officer Rodriquez went to school with my father. We were neighbors at one time before he and his family moved out here. You are not the only one with connections around here, Mister Rayner.”

* * * *

To my utter surprise, my wife was silent as we left the island.

“Are you going to tell me what is wrong or do I have to fuck it out of you?”

She looked over at me and smiled. “Prince Charming has nothing on you, baby.”

Taking a hold of her hand, I pulled her on to my lap as the captain prepared for take-off. Why is it so difficult to get inside this woman’s head?

She buried her nose into my neck. “I’m sorry for getting you arrested, Ryan.”

I rubbed her back with my fingertips. “Aw, baby—is that what you are worried about? I am not upset about it. To be honest, I deserved it.”

“No, you didn’t. You have been trying to give me this amazing honeymoon and everything has gone to shit—no thanks to me!” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

Here come the pregnancy hormones kicking into high gear.

Standing up, I carried her into the bedroom area. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I tossed her onto the bed and clambered atop her.

Her breathing grew heavy as I kissed her neck. “What do you think you are doing?”

I quit for a minute.

“Oh baby, I am just making a true woman out of you, Olivia Rayner. I am going to—what did you call it?—oh yes, have my way with you.” I raised my eyebrows at her.

She moaned, causing my manhood to harden against her.

I rolled off her body. “Strip. Now.”

Without any uncertainty, she stood up and began to remove her clothing bit by bit. My mouth salivated as I observed her, peeling off my clothes as well.

“Ride me.”

She pounced on to my body, forcing my manhood into her as she straddled me.

Holy shit! Talk about your mood swings. She pinned my hands above my head as she drilled me into her faster and deeper, bending down to whisper in my ear.

“Come for me, baby,” she growled, releasing her grip on my hands.

My erection obeyed and shattered around her as I clutched on to her hips. “Oh shit, baby!”

* * * *

After much convincing, my wife agreed to give my phone back to me.

I allowed her to drive the Super Sport from the airport to the house so I could check the damage. Fifty missed calls, twenty-five voice mails, fifteen text messages, and ten e-mails. This woman is lucky that I love her so damned much. I have never in my life allowed a female to keep me away from my phone.

Checking my voicemail first, I stared out on to the road as my wife drove like a bat out of hell. “Slow down before you wreck us, baby.”

She glared over at me for a second. “Who is fucking this duck? That’s right, I am. Shut up and keep making love to your precious technology.”

I rolled my eyes with the phone still pressed against my ear. “Someone is in a hurry today.”

Via turned into our driveway, opened the garage door, and pulled the car inside. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, she tossed them at me and missed my nuts by a fraction of a hair. She snickered as she bolted out of the car and into the house, waiting for me to get closer to the door so she could shut it right in my face. Once I rubbed my nose to get the sting out, I bolted into the house and chased after her.

“Alright baby, where did you go?” I wondered, running upstairs and opening the playroom door. I saw my wife standing a few feet away from the bed in nothing but her bright pink pumps.

My eyes widened in amusement. “What’s all of this?”

“You came in me, aware that you had been grounded from doing so. Punishment must be served.” Strolling over, she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Why Mrs. Rayner, you told me to come, if I remember correctly.”

She slapped me firmly across the face. “Ryan William Rayner, don’t you dare blame this on the pregnancy hormones and what I happen to say in the moment!”

A line between my brows formed. “You are going to punish me for doing something you instructed me to do, and what about your punishment for putting my ass in the jailhouse?”

“Sorry baby. You made up the rule whoever initiates the playroom is the one who is allowed control.” She plowed her lips into mine. “I want your ass naked and slung over the edge of that bed, baby.”

Without any protest, I walked over to the bed, peeled off my pants, and ascended my backside over the bed. My heart practically jumped out of my throat the moment I heard the cracking of her switch. Holy shit! I’m not going to be able to sit for a week!

Right as she slapped the whip against the floor again, her phone began to ring. “Ugh. This better be pretty damn important!”

I stood up straight and watched her as she answered the phone. “Who is it?”

She waved me away, beginning to pace around the room. “What happened? I see… No, it is fine. Thanks for calling me, Michael.”

Ahh… Leave to good old Michael Huntington to interrupt our honeymoon playtime.

“That was Michael. He wants to talk to you as soon as possible. He says it is very important.”

What in the hell does Mike Hunt need with me?