Author's Notes:

A little lengthier but I hope you find it satisfactory! There's a bit of sexy in here too! (A minor WARNING...just in case)

Enjoy!

~Sweetwaterspice

To Have and To Hold

Chapter Four

"Now you two lovebirds have the time of your lives; enjoy yourselves," Marlee said as she walked between us to the car.

"We plan on it," I replied with a wink to America, making her blush. As I made my way over to the driver's side I could barely hear Marlee's next sentence as she spoke to America.

"Don't forget what we talked about America," Marlee said in a lower voice but my ears perked nonetheless and my curiosity only grew with America's response.

"Shush, Marlee!"

Marlee giggled as she glanced over at me and I didn't pretend to hide my curiosity. I was deftly ignored as they continued their secret conversation in inaudible whispers making me wonder, what were these two up to? Mischief, that's what.

"We'll see you in a few days." Marlee kissed America on the cheek and I caught the little wink she threw her way. I was itching to know what they were cooking up. America hopped into the no-top, doorless Jeep I would drive down to our private honeymoon bungalow.

"You're all set, Your Majesty," Carter said, handing me the keys.

I gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder. "Thanks for everything."

"Our pleasure."

I hopped into the driver's seat, started the engine and began our way from the circular drive of the villa.

America, shifted from her seat unto her knees and waved back to Carter and Marlee, thrusting an arm through the roofless top. "Thanks!" she shouted. Her wave was as enthusiastic as her gratitude.

"Have fun!" Marlee waved and soon they were two little figures in the rear view mirror.

"This is sooo exciting Maxon!" The way America's voice resounded was infectious as she settled back into her seat. It felt as if she were about to burst at the seams. Her smile was wide and her eyes bright. I could only imagine what was going through her head right now. For my part, I felt like I was living my dream – alone with the love of my life and my wife, on a tropical island.

"There's much more to come," I winked.

We held hands as we traveled the coast line, the magnificent ocean sparkling under the mid-morning sun. America looked radiant. Her red locks, sun-kissed by the sun, flowed with the wind and she tucked some loose strands behind her ear. The little sundress she wore made her look relaxed and I loved all the right places where it hugged her. It was a bit daring for how short it was, giving me a nice view of her shapely legs and mid thighs. It was nice to get away from the formal attire of the palace for me as well; wearing a short-sleeved, button down shirt and relaxed slacks and a pair of flip-flops. I could get used to this!

"I've never seen water this blue before! And the landscape is so, so green! What is this place? I don't even know where we are?!" she laughed.

True, she didn't know. It was one of my many surprises. I had kept this a tight guarded secret, unwilling to give her any more details than she had already been privy to until now, so we could really experience the beauty of paradise, together.

"Paradise, darling," I teased, then placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

She gave me a little nudge with her shoulder. "Are you toying with me, Mr. Schreave?"

"Absolutely," I teased.

"Come on! I'm dying to know! Lord knows it took us forever to get here!"

I laughed. "Alright, I'll tell you in exchange for a kiss."

"A kiss? Is that all?" she inquired in a sort of cautious manner, as if she were playing with fire.

Her tentativeness made me chuckle. "Just a kiss. I promise."

She eyed me suspiciously. "No shenanigans, mister. And keep your hands on the wheel," she commanded. That made me chuckle again.

"They'll be glued to the steering wheel, I promise."

Leaning over to me, she gave me a kiss…on my cheek! I immediately rebuffed the gesture.

"Not there. That doesn't work for me."

"Alright then," she stated in that same sexy tone she'd used on me this morning to which she wound up getting pinned under me. Sliding closer to my side, she grazed her nose against my jawline, up to my ear which immediately gave me goosebumps. "Is this better?" she whispered, her lips kissing just beneath my earlobe.

"Much," I managed to utter, feeling my heart slam. "But I think there's room for improvement."

"I think so too," she breathed against my neck. Instinctively, I tilted my head to one side granting her further access.

Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to goad her in this manner since I was finding it hard to keep my concentration, those kisses triggering a spark of hunger for her again.

Her fingers slinked along to my lips, her mouth teasing the corner of mine. I felt the soft pucker of her kiss once on the corner, the second, on my full lips, as I slightly turned my head, keeping one eye on the road. I requested tongue which she gave, slipping hers inside my mouth. It was a nice, languid kiss.

"Mmmm…tasty," I licked my lips, watching as she sank back into her seat. We would need to finish this later. She looked at me waiting for me to say something; to give her the information she was itching for.

"Maxon!" she reprimanded, when I didn't utter a word.

"Alright, alright," I conceded behind a laugh. I figured I had better stop while I was ahead before getting myself in hot water and not desiring to be in the dog house on my honeymoon, "The reason why it took us so long to get here, darling, is because, we've flown across the ocean to one of the Fiji islands," I informed.

Her mouth hung open. And once she had regained her thoughts asked, "Fiji?!"

"Yes, darling – Fiji."

"Fiji?!" she squealed. It appeared she was taken aback as she sat up a little straighter, her eyes absorbing all the beauty around us. And as if she still couldn't believe it, "Get out!" she cried, giving my shoulder a hearty shove.

"I promised you, warm and tropical. And guess what?"

She looked at me curiously, "What?"

"It's our private island."

"Wha – You own an island?!" Her pitch had risen an octave and the look she wore was one of pure disbelief as she sank back into her seat. Her body seemed to go limp.

"WE own an island," I corrected.

"Get out!"

I burst into laughter at the dumbfounded, shocked looked on her face – priceless.

The drive to the bungalows was about 15 minutes away. Not too far. These were a nice change from the formality of the villa. Set on the ocean front on white sandy beaches, they were spacious with very nice accommodations – a large living room and bathroom, master bedroom, a smaller kitchen and spacious, wrap-around porch with splendid views of the ocean from the living and master bedroom. There were four in total. This particular one was the newest addition; a wedding gift from my parents.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty!" a deep voice thundered as soon as we parked.

"Lucas!" I smiled, jumping out of the Jeep. There was little room for formality between us. Lucas gave me a bear hug almost lifting me off the ground. He was always a jovial fellow with a story to tell on every occasion. He was a native Fijian and had lived his entire life on these islands. "Here and there," he joked at times. My mother was especially fond of Lucas. He always made her laugh.

"I'm so sorry to hear about your parents. Shocking…just shocking. Such a loss." His condolences were readily accepted. "But now you have your life to live, young king. And with a beautiful woman, I see."

America stood by, watching our interchange, looking stunning in that little sundress, and I felt a sense of pride as I introduced her.

"This is my wife, America."

Lucas approached her, holding out his hands for her to take and whose invitation she accepted. "Such a beauty." He leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. "You did good," he teased me, with a raised brow, making America blush at the compliment.

"Welcome, my dear." She smiled at his greeting and didn't seem to object to him calling her dear. "You know, I have known His Majesty for most of his life," he said to her, "I could tell you a few good stories too," he added, in his classic jovial tone, a chuckle following. "But I can tell you this, my lady, he is a good man; a very good man. All I ask, is that you please, take care of him…for me."

I was nonetheless embarrassed by his words as I saw America smiling at me.

"I will Lucas. I promise."

He simply nodded in response. "Well, why don't we let you settle in? Old Lucas is here at your service. Whatever you need, you just let me know."

"Thank you, Lucas," America smiled sweetly. I could easily tell that Lucas' endearing manner was already winning America.

"We will take care of your luggage," he said, and with a wave of a hand summoned one of the young helpers he'd hired to fetch the bags. "Lunch will be at noon, Your Majesty."

"Lucas, you're the best," I smiled. Our luggage was quickly ushered off towards our honeymoon abode.

I joined America, draping an arm about her shoulders. "Come on…dear…let me show you around."

She elbowed my side and I huffed. "Don't start."

We popped a bottle of champagne that had been waiting on ice for us and settled in to our cozy hide-a-way. America explored the living quarters as I sat back on the couch watching her. I got much pleasure in that.

"Oh my gosh! Have you seen the size of this bathroom?!" her voice echoed through to the living room.

"What? Not big enough?" I joked, knocking back the last bit of my champagne.

I was truly happy but this place made me feel a little melancholy at the moment as well. I set my empty glass on the small table next to me and walked out unto the porch. I looked out at the vast ocean and inhaled the cleansing scent of the tropical air. There were memories here; of my childhood, of my parents. They would never see how happy I was. They would never see how right America and I were together. And they would never see their grandchildren. I felt cheated.

My mind carried me back to that night – that fateful night of the Selection. The night where I almost screwed up my life and in a way, life had screwed me over anyway by robbing me of my parents. I remembered feeling the burn from the gun shot and looking at America's desperate face, not wanting to leave my side. I remember breaking inside, thinking I would never see her again.

Losing America was one God-awful blow but getting the news of my parents' murder – it was as if the Devil himself had reached in and ripped my heart out of my chest. I felt empty. My sense of loss was replaced with anger and I felt overwhelmed by that anger. Although my relationship with my father was anything but perfect, and the abuse I had suffered at his hands had physically scarred me, he was still my father. A part of me missed him, disturbingly so. My mother's loss was even more difficult to accept. I remembered the last words she spoke to me before I would make my announcement. Though she had no idea the hurt I carried inside, she looked at me with pride in her eyes. "I know you will make the right choice, Maxon." She always had such confidence in me. I got choked up at her words and had to fight back the sting of tears. She was so selfless. It was just like her to have sacrificed so much for us.

Happiness, stability had been ripped from my hands by those who wanted to destroy us. At least, I thought at the time, if I had America, I could cope, and I would make it. But not knowing if she had survived the rebel attack either was beyond grueling. Those had been the most anxious hours of my life, even more stressful than the time she had been lost in the woods with the Northern rebels in pursuit. But, this had been a Southern attack and ruthless as they were for killing so many in cold blood, including my parents, they would show no mercy had they gotten hold of her. At least I knew my parents' fate; America's, on the other hand was a question mark. I made myself put on a brave face. I was king now and decisions needed to be made. I tried my best to focus on the responsibilities thrown suddenly on my lap but the void I felt for America and the non-existent news of her whereabouts tortured me inside. Finally, a report, that she was alive and safe. My emotions almost overcame me and I ordered everyone out of my room so I could gather myself. I didn't recognize my own sobs and the tears that fell. I had been given a second chance. By grace, I had been given a second chance.

Soothing hands slipped under mine from behind breaking my somber thoughts. "Are you alright?" she softly asked. I looked over my shoulder to catch worry in her eyes.

I gave a tiny smile. "Just thinking." I wrapped her hands in mine, giving each a kiss.

"What about?" Her head rested on my back and I felt her plant a kiss on my shoulder.

I let out a heavy sigh. I didn't want my thoughts to become a dark cloud hanging over us. I chose to simplify them instead. "I wonder what my parents would think at this moment…," my voice trailed off. We had both experienced great losses. Whether for good or bad, our parents were a part of who we were. We could take the good and weed out the bad in ourselves, hoping not to repeat their mistakes and at the same time, embracing and never forgetting the good in them.

"Well," she paused, "for starters, I think your mother would be ecstatic…your father…well…it might've taken a lot more work on my part," she teased, solemnly.

"He wouldn't admit it, but I think he liked the challenge."

She laughed. "I don't know about that."

I turned around to fully embrace her. Her head came to rest on my chest as her arms wrapped around my waist. "I don't know. I think he would've eventually come to adore you."

"Adore?! Hmmm…that's a pretty strong word, Maxon. I don't know about that. Maybe liked…a little."

She made me laugh. "You may be right about that one."

There was silence. I didn't realize we were barely swaying until she spoke. "I know how you feel." She understood me so well. It was soothing at this moment. And I thought again, how could I live without her?

Lunch was ready and waiting for us – a nice romantic picnic on the sandy beach. It was such a peaceful, serene setting perfect for a picture in a magazine. America was taken by surprise again and said I didn't need to go through all of this trouble; that lunch in our room would've been fine by her. But what would be so memorable about that? She was too amazing for ordinary. I wanted to show her in every way possible just how special she was to me.

We sat under the cover of a thatched roof canopy, arranged with colorful blankets and cushions and pillows. Lucas had certainly outdone himself. The Queen had requested a beach day. I had relayed that request to Marlee who then made sure the message got to Lucas who had been down at the bungalows getting things finalized for our arrival.

An array of fresh fruits, finger sandwiches, assorted cheeses and wine waited for our consumption. We settled down, enjoying the magnificent ocean view, clear blue skies and refreshing breezes. The food and wine of course were as top notch as everything else. It was nice to experience this sort of thing with a partner.

I lay on America's lap enjoying how she played in my hair and at times bent down to give me a lingering kiss. She said she'd never really been on a vacation and had only seen the ocean once in her life though it held no comparison to the one we now took pleasure in. She still couldn't believe she was here right now. And in Fiji of all places! She was thankful she had taken those extra lessons from Sylvia who had mentioned the little islands in one of their many sessions.

"I guess being queen does have its perks besides good food, fancy clothes and bedding the king," she teased.

"If I had to guess, I think bedding me would be the number one perk."

"Oh but it is," she saucily replied, her open hand running the field of my bare chest. "But I can't bed you every single moment, Your Majesty. You have a country to run."

"I do…but not this week." My hand slid into her hair and I pulled her head down. I loved our kisses, tender yet full of passion and desire.

"You're baiting me, sir."

"A king can only try."

"I did promise Stavros to bring you home in one piece," her finger traced my lips. "How can I keep that promise if we can't keep our hands off each other?" she whispered.

"Just be gentle with me," I yielded.

"I'll try to remember that."

I chuckled. She wouldn't. Not the way she made love to me. And I wouldn't complain.

"Do you mind doing me the honors?" she asked, handing me a bottle of sunscreen.

"Do I finally get to see what you're wearing under that?" I asked, sitting up and unto my knees. I had been dying to see. She had draped herself in one of those swimsuit cover-ups not feeling comfortable walking down in her bathing suit, although we were practically alone.

She only smiled. Shifting unto her knees, she crossed her arms about the bodice of the printed, sheer material and slowly pulled it over her head.

Holy hell! If she was trying to keep me from getting a serious hard on, this wasn't helping! A series of four-letter words crossed my mind in seconds.

"Do you like it?"

Was she serious?! The two piece blue bikini she wore was making my mouth water. It only covered the very bare essentials and she looked breathtaking, her red hair playing on her shoulders made her look forbidden.

I swallowed. "Do I like it? Ahhh…hell yes!"

She laughed. "Well, you'll have to thank Marlee for this one." I watched her adjust the cups covering her perky breasts. I wondered if this was the little secret they had been harboring. "Now, enough gawking. Get busy."

Busy? Hmmm…I could interpret that in several different ways. She turned her back to me, and like a serpentine, laid on the blankets, face down. This was merciless.

I loved the way the curvature of her back rounded up to the mound of her nice ass, her cheeks half covered by the tiny bikini bottom. Several provocative scenarios streamed through my mind as I straddled her legs. I shook them away temporarily for my own sake, and poured a goodly amount of sunscreen in my palm, rubbed my hands together and began to work on her upper shoulders, massaging her muscles. I could feel her relax instantly as she let out a lazy sigh. My palms traveled to the middle of her back stopping at the strings holding her bikini top. I pulled them loose.

"Maxon Schreave," she called my attention, glancing over her shoulder. "Behave yourself."

I winked. That I wasn't about to promise. With my thumbs I tracked the outline of her spine applying gentle pressure all the way to the small of her back. She moaned. I guess I was doing this right but that moan elicited an erotic reaction to my nether region. I ventured up again with open hands rubbing her back, the coating of sunscreen glistened on her skin. My touch slid back down the sides of her body, where my fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts. I scooted further down to her feet, getting another hand full of lotion as I rubbed her calves up to the back of her thighs right under the hills of her perfectly rounded bottom. She liked that. America had all the right curves in all the right places and though my desire pressed firmly against my board shorts, I needed to show some will power or restraint. After all, there were even certain lines I couldn't cross. I sighed.

Her body seemed lifeless as she lay there enjoying the gentle massage and I loved the freeness of touching her like this.

"All done," I sadly informed, knowing how badly I wanted sex right now. Foreplay has its advantages, I consoled myself, for if you can't have her now, this build-up will lead to great sex later. Intellectually I got it but my dick wasn't too pleased with this rationale.

"I think you forgot something," she spoke lazily, looking over her shoulder at the loosened strings of her bikini top.

"If I must." I reluctantly tied them back up. Damn it.

"That was nice. Thank you," she smiled, sitting up as she faced me. She finished the application to the rest of that gorgeous body as I sat there and watched. I should've volunteered to do that myself but in reality, it was much more arousing watching her. After she was done, she shifted unto her knees, poured more into her hand and slathered it on my chest. I kept my eyes fixed on her hands as she worked the potion into my skin. It was rather stimulating the way she was going about it.

"Turn around," she ordered.

I did, my back now towards her. It was not so long ago that I'd felt so self-conscious about my inescapable imperfection but America had soothed such worry away granting me an inexpressible freedom. She continued to amaze me as I felt instead of soft hands, soft lips leaving indelible marks on my back. It was like a healing, not to my physical being but my soul. Her hands traveled around my waist and played along my pecs, her palms grazing my nipples and soon, dared go lower to my abdomen. I felt myself losing ground to her bewitching touch as her sweet caresses in combination with the sensory stimuli from the lotion aroused me further. And just when I had managed to get myself under some control.

She was asking for it. Damn, was she asking for it! I held her hands as her fingers wedged into the waist of my trunks. "Aren't we supposed to be behaving ourselves, Mrs. Schreave?"

Her body slinked against my back, as her creamy skin made contact with my own. Her lips, teased my ear, "I am behaving…badly," she whispered her bold reply.

Damn. I was going to have to cool this action down quickly otherwise to hell with propriety.

I swung my arm around her, capturing her in a full embrace, laying soft kisses about her neck. She gave in easily and slowly I guided her as we stood. Our lips locked in a sultry kiss and my hands ran down her slick back to her ass where I gave her a little squeeze. She reacted instantly, raising on her tip-toes, her hand hooked behind my neck.

She would forgive me for this later.

Swiftly, I swept her off her feet into my arms and she gave a yelp as I ran with her towards the water and not very comfortably at that, having a hard-on to start off. I laughed as she protested the entire way. This was excellent for it got my mind off sex and calmed my eager penis. "You are too hot to handle, my darling." We plunged into the warm, ocean water. I was threatened with bodily harm but I couldn't help my laughter seeing her soaked like a little, helpless kitten.

"I swear, you are going to pay for that, Maxon!"

"Come now darling, it's all in good fun," I laughed, disappearing under the water.

I didn't know how much of a swimmer she was but I knew for certain there wasn't much experience for the waters of the wide open ocean and I had to take advantage. I could see her legs under the water, turning about to see if she could catch a glimpse of me. Being a very good swimmer and having the upper hand, I teased her, brushing about her calves and giving her little pinches on her bottom.

I knew she would be furious. I emerged right in front of her and she shrieked, swatting my arm.

"You are just horrible!"

"I like it when you scold me," I wiggled my brows, pulling her to me.

"You frightened me. That was not funny." Even though her brow was furled, a light smile played on her lips. I asked for eternal forgiveness as I brushed my lips against hers. I moaned into her soft forgiving kiss as I wrapped her legs around my waist. My hands found their place on her bottom to keep her steady. Her body, buoyant in the water made it easy to hold her like this and this intimate position began to make me eager again. The ocean was calm, with barely any surf to cause a disturbance. The warm, tropical waters made it feel as if we were relaxing in one huge bathtub.

Her arms crossed over my shoulders. "You're going to pay for that little stunt," she remarked, her lips pressing against mine.

"I do certainly hope so." My tongue parted her lips which she readily admitted.

"So…question," she started, after that sweet kiss.

"Answer," I replied, kissing her neck.

"If we hadn't met, which of the Elite would you have chosen?"

I groaned, a deep set frown clear on my brow as our eyes met. "Do you really want me to answer that? You're kidding, right?"

"I'm curious! After all, during a moment of absolute insanity you were going to choose Kriss."

I groaned again, and hesitating to dive into this hornet's nest, I didn't reply, looking out into the horizon.

"Answer the question!" she urged, tugging at my shoulders.

I groaned yet again. "Come on, Maxon! It's not that hard of a question! I just want to know…"

I didn't want to talk about this. I threw out what seemed to be a logical response so we could drop the subject. "I suppose, Marlee…I guess?" I shrugged a shoulder. The thought made me cringe inside. Marlee was pretty and all but we just never clicked that way. And hell no, I wasn't about to touch the Kriss thing.

Her reply was quick. "Oh, you're so full of it," she rolled her eyes.

That roll of her eyes put me on the defensive. "Why? She was the people's favorite. She would've been my first choice, I guess?" My statement was formed more like a question.

She gave me a sideways glance, her eyes telling me she didn't believe a word I said. This conversation could easily spiral into our first fight since we said our "I do's" and that is one scenario I was wishing to avoid at all costs but curiosity, like a hornet, stung at me now.

"Well, what about you? I have a question."

"I have an answer," she countered, self-assured.

"If you hadn't been chosen for the Selection, would you have married Leger?" I could see she didn't particularly like the question. It was her turn to groan. "Come on!" I egged on, "I answered. Come on, give it up."

She let out a hefty sigh, her head falling back. "Fine! Well…" she looked at me, "you remember, he broke up with me. His ego was too big. So, in my estimation of things, most likely not."

"Most likely," I cynically emphasized those two little words. The thought of her in another man's arms and that man enjoying what I have been, burned me up inside.

"Most likely…not! Our lives were separated by a number and he couldn't handle it. So, I suppose the end result would've been the same either way."

I needed to change this subject and incinerate the present thoughts in my head. My ears were on fire considering this alternate ending and I could feel my shoulders tense and my jaw was clenched tight.

"Don't be sore at me. I'm sorry," she cupped my face. "I'm happy things turned out the way they did," she said soothingly. "I have you and that's all that matters." She embraced me fully. I knew she could sense I wasn't pleased by the minute possibility of her being with someone else other than me.

She looked adoringly into my eyes and smiled. "I do love you so. I couldn't bear the thought of you being with another woman." I felt my heartbeat slowing from my unpleasant thoughts. I was thrilled to hear her say that. "Though I resisted you for a very long time, I do admit," she continued. "You were just so persistent. And charming. And kind. You broke down my walls."

"I did," I confirmed, as if I were once again claiming what was mine.

"And now, unfortunately for you, you have trouble on your hands," she whispered, her gaze darkening, her body now pressing snugly against mine.

Now this is the way I liked it. Just America and me. No talk of third parties. No talk of what-if's. The way she looked at me reached straight through me and captured my heart and I settled into my reality once more.

"I love trouble."

Her hand slipped into my wet hair as she conquered my mouth.

I love trouble.

Spending time at the beach was a nice. Through a host of affectionate displays, and no more talk of former love interests, we managed to actually enjoy the beach with a swimming lesson in between sun bathing in lieu of our bedroom. Personally, I wouldn't have minded trying out the make-up sex theory. After a few hours of play and relaxation, we gathered towels and a beach bag, calling it an afternoon.

When we returned to the room, America was floored by the array of vases, full of lilies in different pastel colors. Some whites, pinks and yellows. It reminded her of Carolina. She took the card placed by one of the more extravagant displays.

To my Queen,

You are even more beautiful

Than the lilies of the field.

Yours forever,

Maxon

She paused for a bit. There was silence. I wasn't sure if that was a bad sign or a good one? Her finger traced the handwriting on the card. I could see that emotion was slowly creeping in on her as she wiped a tear from her eye. I joined her and wrapped her in my arms. A sigh escaped her as her head nuzzled into my chest.

"You're too wonderful," she said, choking back quiet tears.

"It's you, my darling. It's what you do to me." I lifted her chin with a finger and looked intently into those captivating blue eyes.

"I love you, America."

I would never tire of telling her. Those words that flooded my soul poured from my lips without reservation. Her heart was mine. I was its owner. I smiled.

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