The New Ever After (The New Ever After Series) (8 page)

Peter supplied Heather with a Bloody Mary before they boarded the
flight, even though it was barely 6 a.m. It was the first of three flights and he had no intention of letting her get scared. He wanted nothing but happiness and relaxation for this little honeymoon he had planned. After yesterday's craziness, he knew she was happy to get away, and still had no idea where they were going. That would change once they got on the third flight. Peter had found a resort in the Caribbean that had the most beautiful villas and most importantly, private outdoor showers.

"So what'd you pack for me?"
asked Heather.

"Not much
. A couple of bathing suits I picked out, a few dresses and not much else."

"I'm not sure I'll wear the bathing suit you want me to."

"Cool, you don't have to wear one at all if that's what you'd like to do."

Peter smiled as she grimaced at the suggestion of skinny dipping.

"I'm really afraid to ask how many airplanes I need to get on today."

"I'm really afraid to tell you. Three."

"THREE? Are you kidding me? You couldn't find anything a little easier to get to?"

"Nope
. But I will keep you relaxed and filled with Bloody Marys."

"Deal."

Heather knew arguing wouldn't help. They were already at the airport and about to get on the first flight. She couldn't back out now, and truthfully she wanted nothing more than to get away from the 2-3-1-1-3 and Victoria and Matt for a bit. She finished her drink, and they made their way to the first flight of the day. She was not surprised to see that they were headed to Miami first as she was thinking they would be traveling south. Other than Bermuda, she had never been to an island.

"Miami?"

"First stop," said Peter. "This is our longest flight. The next two are quick. Just up and down."

"Ok. I think I can handle it as long as we go up and down when we're supposed to."

They boarded the plane and took their seats. Heather sat next to the window and Peter took the aisle seat. Peter held her hand, and they talked more about Jenny.

"I know you want to tell her."

"I have to. But I want to be there to help pick up the pieces. I didn't want to tell her and leave town."

"Makes sense. I can't believe Matt would do that. Especially with Victoria. Where did everyone think they were on a Saturday afternoon?"

Matt and Peter were friends but not nearly as close as Hank and Matt had been. Matt and Hank had spent hours together on the golf course.

"I don't know. Matt probably said he was working
. But I'm not sure how Victoria could sneak away from her big brood and go to lunch in broad daylight. It's almost like they wanted to get caught. Jenny and Victoria could not be anymore different."

Jenny was cute and spunky with short brown hair. S
he had a small yoga build with lean arms and legs. Victoria was blonde and voluptuous with a perfectly designed body - designed by a trainer and plastic surgeon. She looked for powerful men or so it seemed. Matt was more of a worker bee than a leader. Heather wondered why Victoria went for him. Maybe she wanted to dominate him. Heather and Jenny didn't talk about sex often, but if Matt was a stallion in bed she was sure she would know.

"You've got to try to put it out of your mind
. You'll tell her when we get back. There's nothing you can do about it right now."

How on earth will I put it out of my mind? My best friend's husband is screwing around on her
, she thought.

Peter's hand was
wandering around Heather's lap, but luckily, she was covered by a blanket. Her Brazilian was irritated and itchy and looked like razor burn. She was following all of the aftercare and applying lotion and Bactine, but it still wasn't all that pretty. She had managed to keep Peter from seeing it the night before, and she wished it didn't look like she had measles for the big unveiling. But right now she just wanted his hand to move away because she was sure he would be able to feel the heat through the fabric of her cotton dress. She took the blanket off knowing that would deter his hand from being there. And she was right, it did. Worrying about her Brazilian and Jenny took her mind off the flight, and before she knew it, they had landed in Miami and were sitting at a bar having another Bloody Mary sharing an early lunch. She decided to send a quick text to Jenny before they got back on another plane.

11:05 Heather: In Miami. One flight down. Nether regions are burning and itching.

11:06 Jenny: HA! I told u u should have done it earlier in the week or gone to the place that uses sugar instead.

11:07 Jenny: Have a great trip. I'll miss u. Xo

11:08: Heather: Miss u 2
. Take care of yourself. Xo

They walked to the next flight, and Heather saw they were going to St. Thomas. She didn't get too excited as she realized that was not their final flight. She didn’t know the geography of the islands and didn't know which one you could get to from St. Thomas. But Peter was right. The flight was short, and for some crazy reason, she didn't mind flying over water as much as land. Her mind made her believe surviving a water landing was a possibility. Probably not rational or possible, but it helped her get through the next two hours.

They landed in St. Thomas
and were about to take an air taxi to Virgin Gorda. She was sure she had never even heard of Virgin Gorda. St. Thomas looked beautiful. She enjoyed a drink with a little umbrella in it while they waited at the airport. She was glad it was only three flights because she might pass out if they didn't get to their destination soon.

Heather watched the blue green water below her as they flew across the Caribbean
to their final destination. The coral reefs looked like little underwater cities she wanted to explore. It was barely thirty minutes before they touched down and a car was waiting to take them to the resort.

They checked in
to a gorgeous open-aired lobby, and the bellman took them to their villa in a golf cart. The villa was gigantic. It was so much more than they needed, but she was used to Peter getting the biggest when something smaller would more than suffice. He showed them to the bedroom, the private pool and pointed towards the bathroom. Her mouth fell open as she looked around. The view of the ocean from the pool was magnificent. The water was crystal clear. She felt like if she focused she could actually see the fish swimming. The warm sea air filled Heather’s nostrils and started to clear her brain which was hazy from the drinks she had needed to make it to their destination. Steel drums played in the distance and Heather knew this was paradise. The bellman left them to get settled.

"Hand over your phone, Mrs. Adamson."

"No way. Are you freaking crazy? I'm away from all five of the kids. I am not giving you my phone."

"They all have the resort number
. We can be reached if necessary. I want you to relax with me."

"No deal," said Heather
. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Ok, I'll send your mom and Donna a text telling them to call my phone if they need us. You can use my phone to call the kids whenever you want
. I just don't want you thinking about the book and checking Facebook or getting any random emails that will stress you out."

Peter knew her a little too well
. If there was internet access, she would use it.

"Ok.
Compromise. I will turn off my texts, email and internet, but I am keeping the phone."

"Deal."

It would definitely take Heather all week to relax without access to the internet, but it was probably better that way. She checked her book numbers obsessively to see where she was ranked among other memoirs. She had a habit of making herself crazy worrying about things she couldn’t control. She didn’t need to know what was going on in the 2-3-1-1-3 this week. Peter took her phone and locked down or temporarily removed the necessary apps.

"So what would you like
to do first? Work on our tans by the pool?"

"Sounds perfect. I'll unpack some of our stuff," said Heather.

"No need. We're swimming without suits right now. No one can see us. And if they can, let them enjoy the show."

"In case you haven't realized, I am not exactly the skinny dipping type. I prefer bathing suits that cover all of my parts," said Heather.

"In case you haven't noticed, I have a habit of getting my way. No suits."

Heather
let out a sigh and decided to live a little. She had no way to avoid her big reveal if they weren't swimming in suits. She went into the bathroom and slipped into a robe and hoped Peter would want to use the bathroom next so she could jump into the pool first. Her "area" was red and bumpy. It looked worse than it had this morning. It even looked like she had poison ivy or something. She searched around the counters for some lotion and got a little sidetracked when she found the outdoor shower. It was all wood and stone with lush plants hanging over the walls. She couldn’t wait to spend some time with Peter in there. When she got out of the bathroom she found Peter in the pool in all of his splendor.

"Ready?"

"I will be in a second." Heather thought about backing into the pool but couldn't figure out any way that wouldn't be completely awkward. She needed to ditch the robe and jump in quickly in hopes he wouldn't notice her missing hair right away. She didn't want him to see how red she was and she was embarrassed about her crazy idea. Heather hoped the cool pool water would relieve some of the irritation, so she jumped in as quickly as she could.

Peter noticed right away and was equal parts surprised and turned on. "What did you do?"

"Ugh. I had a Brazilian wax yesterday. I wanted to surprise you. And now it’s so gross and irritated. I don't want you to see it."

"Well, I want to see it, and I am overly qualified to take good care of it all week."

Heather rolled her eyes.

"I need to feel that." Peter grabbed Heather and ran his fingers over her.

"I didn't want you to be the only one filled with surprises," said Heather.

Peter kissed her
. Heather could tell from the rest of his body he loved her surprise. She was pleased with herself that even after five kids she was a little daring. Peter's fingers, coupled with the cool water, offered some relief in the area.

"That feels better."

"I'll make it feel better all week. No worries for you. I can't believe you did this for me."

Heather kissed Peter back and wrapped her legs around him making it very easy for him to enter her.
She didn’t want any extra foreplay right now. She just wanted him. She was certain that no one could see her. Although she was pretty sure they might have heard her because her orgasm came really quickly and was quite intense with her burning and itching areas.

"I think this vacation was the perfect idea," said Peter.

"Me too. I'm relaxed already."

"I can tell."

"Thank you. This place is amazing. I'd love to explore a little."

"I want to explore you and your spa treatment a little more."

"There's plenty of time for that. We haven't even been here an hour and you've already had me once."

"Maybe we'll plan on doing it every hour we're here."

"And I'll be walking like I've been riding a horse for a week straight. Let's get dressed."

They had been cooped up on planes all day and walking around a bit before dinner sounded perfect to Heather
. They got out of the pool, unpacked, got dressed and moseyed around the grounds. Palm trees lined the walkways, and the beach lined the whole property. They walked down to see the spa and the different restaurants and then stopped by the concierge desk to talk about all the things they could do. They both knew they would be content hanging at the beach or their private pool or anywhere in their room as long as they had each other.

"Would you like to eat in one of the restaurants or back in the room?" asked Peter.

"Want to try a restaurant?"

"Anything with you." They picked the restaurant that looked the most casual and asked for a table with a sea view
. Heather ordered a Greyhound and let any worries that were leftover from suburbia slip away.

"So, I think I want to sail while we're here." Peter hadn't sailed with her before and couldn't wait to share his passion.

"I want to go with you."

"Of course
. This is a vacation for us to be together. I'm not doing anything without you."

"I'd love to do some snorkeling...and hang out in the shower," said Heather.

"This is going to be a perfect week." Peter smiled and they finished their dinner in a haze of happiness.

Heather woke up the next morning in Peter's arms. The doors were all open, and the sea breeze was blowing in. She was dying to try the shower and figured this was as good a time as any. She slipped out from under his tattoos and made her way to the bathroom. The shower was beautiful. She loved the mixture of the wood and rock. There were tropical plants at the entrance and around the top. The sweet smell of the hibiscus and oleander wafted through the air. Heather turned on the water and stood underneath the streams. She closed her eyes and listened to the shower, the waves and the birds. She knew she was in heaven.

"Hey, baby. Good morning," said Peter joining her. He wrapped his lips around her mouth and his hands started to wander. He pulled away for a second.

"Baby, you are so warm down here."

"I know
. I think I need some ointment."

"Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Strangely, no. The pressure relieves the itching."

"Then I'll keep at it."

And he did. Heather felt like she was going to have an orgasm any second, but she wanted to wait a little longer. So she busied her mind.

Clams are slimy
. I hate how they feel when I eat them. I like when they're fried but not with those bellies. Oysters are ok with tons of cocktail sauce slicked on top of them so you can't feel the slimy part slide down your throat. Maybe I'll have some shrimp with lunch. Fruit for breakfast though.

Peter stopped what he was doing, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Why? I'm just enjoying."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"Oh, I am, but I wanted it to last so I'm thinking about clams."

"You're thinking about clams
while I touch you so you don't have an orgasm?"

"Yeah, sorry."

Peter turned off the water. "Out. Make your way to the bed, and you'll see what I have in mind for you. Don't even bother to get dried off."

She made her way out of the shower as Peter snapped towels at
the backs of her legs. She plopped her wet body sideways onto the bed. He moved her so she was spread out with her head at the headboard. Much to her surprise, he took her left hand and tied it to the headboard with a towel. He took her right hand and did the same.

"What are you doing?" asked Heather.

"No kids to walk in on us. I'm doing whatever I want."

"What if housekeeping walks in?"

"They won't bother us. They have strict orders to only come in when instructed."

"So this was a plan?"

"I have plans for all week, young lady."

Heather felt like her boobs were hanging over into her armpits
. Five kids later, they were saggy. Her arms were stretched so far that they couldn't hold up the sides of her boobs. She was confident it was not a good look.
At least he can't tie my feet up too
, she thought. She wasn't tall enough to reach the footboard.

Peter sat on his knees in between her legs and ran his tongue across her nipples
. Being confined and so exposed made Heather squirmy and heightened every touch of his tongue.

"I don't really like this."

"Tough. You can sit there and think about clams then."

Peter rubbed his hand across her irritated bikini area just enough to tickle her and leave her trying to roll on her side for more
. Heather bent her knees to try and move, but Peter kept her where she was. He held her knees in place and continued with his tickles, using his tongue on her nipples. She felt a little like they were playing an erotic type of Twister. She decided not to think about clams anymore to stop her orgasm because Peter would make sure she had more than one, a treat she had not enjoyed with Hank. She remembered reading that women become more sexually involved and aroused as they get older. She wasn't sure if that was what was happening to her or if it was Peter. Or maybe just a combination of both. Whatever it was, she was happy about it.

Peter’s
fingers massaged her bare skin giving her an orgasm before he even entered her.

“I’m not done yet,” he said.

“Good,” Heather moaned.

Peter kept her hands tied and moved inside of her. She wanted to touch him so badly but all she could do was move her hips. Moments later, she had her second orgasm.
When they were both done, Peter untied her.

"That will teach you to think about clams."

"That might remind me to think about them more often," said Heather and Peter kissed her.

"What would you like to do today?"

"Hang out at the pool and on the beach. Maybe a little snorkeling."

"Sounds perfect. After some breakfast though."

Peter called room service and ordered a fair amount of food since they had both worked up an appetite. Heather walked over to the armoire and picked up one of the itsy bitsy bikinis Peter had bought for her.

"I really don't want to wear these."

"Fine with me."

Heather rolled her eyes
. A teeny bikini or nothing. Suddenly the bikini felt like the more modest choice.

"I need to get some lotion."

"Let's call the front desk and ask if they have any locals who can mix something up."

"You're going to call the front desk and ask them to find someone who can take care of my Brazilian gone wrong?"

"I'll be a little more discreet than that. Don't worry about it. Just go sit on a chair with your book."

She grabbed her book and walked out to the pool
. Even though she had a raging rash, she was glad she had gotten her wax because Peter's swimsuit choices didn't leave much room for any hair. He arrived on the patio a few minutes later with a tray filled with yogurt, granola and fresh fruit for breakfast.

"Looks delicious."

Peter and Heather spent the rest of the morning eating, reading and swimming in the pool. Around 11, a woman from the village arrived to make an ointment, so Heather showed her the rash.

"Ahhh, that looks painful," she said with a British accent.

"It's ok. I just need some kind of lotion to rub on it."

The lady walked over to the table in the living room and mixed some ingredients
. "Put this on each time you get out of the pool. Be careful not to put it on before you get dressed though. The oils may stain your clothes. It will heal the rash quickly."

Heather and Peter thanked her and he walked her to the door and paid her generously for her trouble
. Heather rubbed her ointment on and went to sit at the pool.

"Feel better?"

"I guess. Kind of embarrassing. I'm the only one who could get a rash from a Brazilian. I'm sure of it."

"Yeah, you do have a knack for having odd things happen to you, but I've told you it's part of your charm as far as I'm concerned."

They spent the rest of the morning lazing around the pool then walked down to the beach for lunch and lounged there.