Honeymoon
Persistence paid off this time, JC decided as he watched over his sleeping bride. The weeks and months, he’d spent pushing Kristin to elope had softened her stance — that and gaining his mother’s and her aunt’s support. He’d finally managed to topple all her arguments. He knew then being married meant the world to both of them.
Of course, getting Kristin to agree to an extended weekend hadn’t been a piece of cake. He’d had to enlist her partner, Kyle for that. When Chelsea announced she was not going to Vegas with them, things had nearly fallen apart. But the girl told her mother the last thing Kristin needed was her daughter on their brief honeymoon. When they decided on a real honeymoon, she’d think about it. Chelsea’s humor had won her mother over. A guy couldn’t ask for a better stepdaughter.
Or a more beautiful, responsive bride...
Unable to resist, he ran his mouth along one creamy bare shoulder. Kristin’s flesh was so soft and sweet...
In her sleep, instinctively, Kristin pushed her back into him. She became aware of his mouth on her neck and shoulders as she slowly climbed up from slumber. His hot member nestled nicely against her buttocks as he moved one hand to her stomach to settle her tighter against him.
“I wanted to sleep,” she complained.
“You got the rest of your life to sleep, Mrs. Chasez,” he purred against her ear.
“Spoken like a man who has never been through two a.m. feedings or colic,” she mused.
“I’ll be there for you this time, Kris,” he promised.
“Mr. Popstar?” she taunted.
“Cut that out.” He knew she was teasing but that’s what she called him when he had failed his Santa Clara family. He didn’t like the reminder. “I’ve been your househusband for months. Had any complaint?” When none came, he was glad to hear none.
“I feel like that Aerosmith song,” he sighed against her shoulder.
“Now, your talking music! Which one?”
“I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing.”
“That’s sweet.”
“I mean it, baby...I don’t want to fall asleep and not watch you sleep – or anything like that...It’s crazy...”
Kristin turned her head to nuzzle his neck. “Not crazy. Wonderfully romantic maybe – like you.”
“Romantic as in wanting to hump my bride all night is not romantic, eh?”
Her sweet giggle melted his insides. “Well, it isn’t romantic but usually fun.”
“Fun is a theme park – us in bed...”
“Can be like a roller coaster?” she hinted. “Or still a theme park. We make the shower a water ride...”
“Not in bed,” he pointed out.
“Think outside the box, Chasez.”
He laughed at that. “Baby, we’ve done it every way but upside down I think.”
“Mmm...the possibilities...”
“Cut that out!”
She pulled his arms tighter around her so she was fairly buried in his embrace. A happy sigh escaped her.
“It’s great, Krissie...”
“Sure is.”
“So, why’d you fight so long?”
He rubbed her cheek on his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his warm, smooth flesh as much as he had done.
“Baby?” He prodded when she didn’t answer.
“I don’t know...this was all so fast for me...”
“I knew the minute I laid eyes on you that I’d love you. That beautiful, sweet lady who was telling me when to call her...”
“That wasn’t the minute we met,” she reminded him. “That was ten minutes after.”
He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You’re mean.” Her pouting lips received tender kisses until they couldn’t help but smile. “I like your mouth – a lot.”
“I know. It’s the one way I’ve found to get around you,” JC confessed.
“Do I get around you?”
“Don’t need to. I’m usually there. I don’t resist you much.”
“Good to know.”
They fell into comfortable silence. This was what had kept him awake. The rightness of being together – not even speaking or making love – just together. A moment later, another soft sigh and her even breathing told him she had gone back to sleep, safe in the shelter of his arms. JC smiled, his beautiful wife asleep in his arms – what an awesome thing. He didn’t think he could be happier!
Another deep sigh had her turning within his arms. She tucked her head beneath his chin, her nose pressed into his neck. One small hand rested on his ribs. This was her favorite sleeping position – heart to heart. With a happy sigh of his own, JC followed his bride into blissful slumber.
If it was a dream, he didn’t plan on waking. JC groaned with pleasure. A hot, very talented tongue was licking at his throbbing manhood and sacs. Damn, what a way to greet the day! “Mornin’, Krissie.”
Lifting her head from her preoccupation, Kristin met slumberous blue eyes. “Good morning, Josh.”
“Shaping up to be one damn fine morning.” He reached down to touch her cheek tenderly. “Bring that sweet mouth up here.”
“But I was...”
“Believe me, I know what you were doing. C’mere.”
Stretching atop of him, she acquiesced, pressing warm kisses on his chest.
“I meant higher.”
She kissed his neck, nibbling at his throat, drawing a chuckle from him.
“Close.”
“Picky.” Her mouth closed over his. Her expertise was no match for his. Well versed and with such a strong mobile mouth, he had her whimpering. “It should be illegal what you do with those lips.” she complained.
JC chuckled. “Then you’d be a junkie looking for a fix.”
“I suppose I would.”
He reached up to smooth her sleep-tousled hair. “Good morning, Mrs. Chasez.”
“You do like to say that, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Mrs. Kristin Chasez.”
“Um...you realize I can’t do that for business reasons. I mean, personally, I am Mrs. Joshua Chasez...”
“That’s where it matters, Kris. I realize you can’t change your professional name over night.”
“I will hyphenate,” she offered.
“Cool, but I do understand not being able to just become Kristin Chasez.”
She gave him a grateful smile.
“About Chelsea...should I adopt her?”
“I am leaving that up to her – and you. I’ll back whatever she decides. Chelsea de Carlo Chasez...that’s quite a name!
“So...when can we make some Chasez babies?”
“Joshua!”
“I want them, Kris. I want babies with you. There’s no waiting till we’re settled. We did the ‘settling’ part for months.”
Kristin could hardly argue that. He had been very grounded since he had come to live with her. He had been a wonderful mate to her – and an attentive father figure to Chelsea. “I can go off the pill...”
“Please, Kris?”
She sighed. She supposed if it meant so much to him...”Why are you so anxious to start a family?”
JC shrugged, “I want us to have everything together.”
“You’re still young...”
“I am totally committed to my wife.”
He was very good at this sort of argument, she decided. She fell silent, her head on his chest.
JC stroked her back with his big hands, comforting rather than seducing. “What’re you worried about, Kris? That I’ll just up and leave you? That is so not happening. I married you so you wouldn’t have these doubts.”
“Is that why?” she mused.
“That and I love the hell outa you.”
“I love you too, darling.”
“What would Mrs. Chasez like to do today?”
“I’m doing it.”
His arms closed about her. “We can do this, baby. I like holding you.”
“Betcha there are other things you’d like to do too.” She laughed.
“Well...yeah...”
“Like what I started earlier.”
“Only if I can do the same for you.”
“Mmm...you and that talented mouth!”
JC chuckled. “Glad to be of service.” He rolled to put her beneath him. “Shall I service you now, m’lady?”
“No.” she murmured softly, running her hands through his wild waves. “Make love with me, Josh. Bring that talented mouth right here.” She guided his mouth to hers.
Gladly he melted into lingering shared kisses. Leisurely, their tongues mated and teased. No rush. No hurry. Just slow, sensuous, mutual seduction. By the time he lifted his head he was starved for oxygen. “Talk about talent!”
“I learned from the best.”
“You’ve always been an appreciative student.”
Using a line she’d picked up from him she said, “Learn me, Mr. Chasez.”
With a pleased smile, JC dipped his head to find her lips once more.
Vegas was not the kind of place JC needed to bring his new wife again. She didn’t care for gambling. “Marrying you was gamble enough.” she’d quipped. She didn’t care for the lavish floorshow. “Our first date was my idea of entertainment.” She wasn’t into partying any place but their bed. It had taken a bit of cajoling, then a little begging to get his lady to agree to a dress-up dinner. Then he was the one who didn’t know if he’d make it out the door!
“Damn, baby!” was his reaction when he walked into the bathroom while she put on her make up. She stood there in a hot red, strapless demi bra and matching thong. Thigh high stockings and red heels finished the outfit.
“What?” Kristin asked as she flicked mascara on her lashes.
“How am I supposed to concentrate on dinner knowing that is under your dress.”
“It’s called self-control, Joshua darling.”
“I don’t have a lot of that where you’re concerned.”
Her eyes met his in the mirror. With a grin, she replied, “Don’t I just know it.” She took in the dark blue suit he wore with the white shirt and silver blue tie. He looked so devastatingly handsome when he cleaned up. In spite of his over longish curls, he was one fine male. She would be the envy of every woman in the restaurant.
Her husband.
The thought slammed into her like she’d run into a brick wall. This gorgeous, sexy young male was her husband. The laughter left her eyes.
“Krissie?” JC noticed the change immediately. She looked well – panicked. “What’s wrong?”
“I—I really married you.”
He frowned. That was what scared her? “Yeah, yesterday morning,” he reminded her.
Her attempt at a smile faltered. What had she done? “Wow.”
“Good ‘wow’ or bad ‘wow’?” He moved closer, his hands on her waist pulling her against him.
“Just...wow. I guess it really didn’t hit me until now...”
“You were my beautiful bride,” he assured her tenderly. “I got the paper and the pictures to prove it.” He nuzzled her neck. “It’s a done deal. You’re all mine – and I’m all yours.”
She turned her head to kiss him softly. “I like that idea.”
“I hope you do.”
“But I have to finish dressing...”
“I kinda like what you’re wearing.”
“I’m sure the other men in the restaurant...”
He threw up his hands in surrender. “I’m leaving!” he announced with a chuckle. No one was seeing his wife in that state of undress. Only him.
The snug, red strapless sheath she wore was marginally better than undress, JC told himself as he intercepted yet another pair of roving male eyes coveting Kristin. This was the first time he’d seen her in sex goddess mode in public – and he was not entirely comfortable with it. It made him feel like boy next to her. When they had attended other functions together, she had been stunning and sophisticated. But this...
“Honestly, Joshua, if you don’t quit scowling I will have to determine you don’t like this dress -- and I bought it with you in mind.”
“You’re gorgeous, baby. I like the dress,” he assured her. “And I’m sure I’ll enjoy getting you out of it. I just don’t care for the way other guys are ‘liking’ it too.” Reaching to lace his fingers with hers, he asked, “What did you have in mind when you bought it?”
“I remember when we were in Chicago, you said you’d love to see me in red, something sexy that made other men drool, then you could look at me and know I’m all yours.”
He remembered. He had been trying to convince her he wasn’t the only man who thought she was a knockout. “I guess that’s happening, huh?”
“But you never said you were the jealous type.”
JC gave her a sheepish mile. “I didn’t know it myself until now.”
Kristin took his hand in both of hers. Idly she traced the elegant bone structure and toyed with his wedding band. “You don’t need to be. You’re all I see, Josh.”
“I know Kris. It’s just....”
“Just?”
His other hand came to close over hers. “I feel out of my league with you some days.”
“Darling, no!” She lifted his ringed hand to her lips. “If anyone was out of his or her depth, it was me.”
“No, baby, you’re world is classy and adult and...well, normal. I’m the one who had to change to fit in.” The hand at her lips moved to stroke her cheek. “I want to be in your world, Kris.”
“You and Chelsea are my world.”
“I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
JC noticed the song the band was playing. “Dance with me Krissie.”
Leading her to the floor, he pressed her close s they moved together. “Know the song?”
She listened a moment then smiled. “Lady in Red.”