Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. It is the property of Stephenie Meyer. No infringement intended.
Author's Note: Yes, there was a delay again, but here is Chapter 7. The next chapter is with the PTB, so I hope to have Chapter 8 up soon. I hope you enjoy the next part of Jasper and Ayden's story. :)
In the morning, I brought Ayden breakfast in bed: toast, a fresh grapefruit, and a cup of coffee. She smiled at me appreciatively, but I could tell she was fighting back a grimace.
"Your migraine is back, isn't it?" I asked her, sitting down beside her.
She nodded, chewing her bite of toast.
"Okay. I'm going to call a cab, and we're getting you to a doctor so they can give you something stronger than Tylenol."
"Jasp–"
I cut her off before she could refuse. "Ayden, I'm not going to let a stupid migraine ruin our honeymoon. Eat and get ready; the doctor's visit won't take very long, and then we can spend the rest of our honeymoon headache free."
She sighed and then gave me a soft smile. "Okay."
Three hours later, Ayden and I exited the walk-in clinic both extremely frustrated, but with migraine medicine in hand. The main doctor who spoke perfect English was unavailable, leaving us to see the assistant doctor who spoke very little clear English, and neither Ayden nor I spoke any French. Ayden was finally able to make the doctor understand she was here on her honeymoon, had been having a terrible migraine for the past two days, and normal medicine wasn't helping.
"I think I need a drink," I told her as we stood on the sidewalk outside the clinic.
"I completely agree with you," she replied with a smile.
We walked down the street looking at the little shops and restaurants that lined the busy sidewalk. Ayden pointed to a small restaurant that was away from the busy streets. I led Ayden through the door, my hand on her lower back making me remember that I had led her into a coffee shop in Tahoe in same way. She walked to a tall bar table with two chairs near the large picture window that looked out over the ocean.
A waitress came to take our drink order and placed a menu on the table. Ayden ordered a virgin bloody mary while I ordered a beer. Once our drinks were brought out, we also ordered a basket of fish and fries.
"So, what are your plans for our week in paradise?" Ayden asked before taking a bite of battered fish.
"Swimming, lying on the beach, maybe a few surprises," I said and then leaned in to her ear. "And, of course, lots of sex."
I noticed her shiver before she cocked her head slightly to look at me from the corner of her eye. "A few surprises?"
I chuckled and sat back in my chair, taking a sip of my drink. "I mention sex and all you can think about is the surprises?"
With a giggle Ayden replied, "Well, yeah, the sex was a given, but surprises?"
"I might have a few things up my sleeve."
We finished our food and another round of drinks before I paid the tab. Ayden and I left through the back door, which led to the white sandy beach.
"Jasper, how far is it from here to the villa?"
"Well, we walked toward the villa when we left the clinic, so probably only about a mile and a half, maybe two. Why?"
"Let's walk back," she said, taking my hand.
"Anything you want, darlin'."
The walk back wouldn't be difficult for either of us. I could easily run back in less than ten minutes, and Ayden was almost as fast. Hell, we ran six and a half miles every morning at home, so the walk back was nothing.
Ayden started walking, and I had to stop her. "Wrong direction, silly."
I shook my head as Ayden giggled. My woman could run like the wind, but she had absolutely no sense of direction. Sometimes, I wasn't sure how she had managed to live in a huge city like San Francisco and not get lost every day.
After a few minutes of walking, Ayden kicked off her sandals and skipped into the surf, letting the shallow water rush around her ankles before it receded back into the ocean.
I sat on the grassy sand dunes behind me and watched my beautiful wife play in the water. The afternoon sun shined brightly on her skin and made the subtle, barely there streaks of blonde in her hair, that were normally unnoticeable, stand out against the dark brown.
Ayden caught me off guard as she came running up to me and leapt into my chest, sending me back into the sand. Her soft lips found mine in a heated kiss, and I tangled my hands into her hair. She moaned softly, and her fingers fisted in my shirt.
I heard a series of giggles off to the left of us and broke away from Ayden's lips. Turning my head slightly, I noticed a group of teenage girls standing a few yards away, whispering and smiling as they watched us.
"We have an audience, darlin'. I think this activity would be better finished at our villa," I whispered in her ear, kissing under the lobe before lifting Ayden up and standing on my own feet.
Ayden turned to look at the group of girls. When she looked at me again, she had a wicked smirk on her face. Her arms slid around my neck, and she rose onto her tiptoes. Wicked smirk still in place, Ayden pressed her lips to mine in another passionate kiss.
I chuckled when I heard the girls grumble and the sound of their flip-flops getting farther away.
Ayden pulled back and smiled at me. "I think you made your point, darlin'. I'm all yours," I teased her.
Ayden laughed, grabbed her sandals, and then we began our walk back to the villa. When we made it back, Ayden didn't go into the house. Instead, she walked to the hammock that was nestled in the garden strung between two large palm trees.
I pulled her down with me, careful to not flip us onto the ground. She lay between my legs and rested her head on my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair as we swayed back and forth.
"You never did tell me what you thought about your surprise at the wedding," she said, rising up to look at me.
I thought about the pictures of my parents that were sitting at our wedding. It was the best surprise Ayden had given me and possibly ever would. When my parents died, I knew that they would never see many of my most important milestones in my life: graduating high school, my first deployment, getting married. I knew they would never be there in person, but seeing their pictures sitting in that first row, it felt as if they were there with me.
"You gave me the greatest gift I could imagine, Ayden. You made the best day of my life even better. Seeing their pictures, even if I knew they weren't really there, it felt as if they were there with me. I could never thank you enough."
She smiled brightly, and I pressed my lips to hers. Carefully, Ayden moved to straddle my lap. I moaned into her mouth when she deepened the kiss and ground her hot center into my growing erection. Attempting to shift us so I could lay next her turned catastrophic. The hammock flipped, and Ayden and I went tumbling to the ground.
In a stroke of sheer luck, I was the one who landed on the bottom with Ayden on top of me. If it had been the other way, I might have squished my new bride. Bright, bubbly laughter erupted from Ayden as she rolled off my chest and onto her back.
"Are you okay?" she choked out between giggles.
"Yes. Are you?"
"Splendid." Ayden turned her head to look at me, a bright smile still tugging at her lips. "Where were we?"
I craned my neck to bring my lips to hers in a searing kiss, picking up right where we had left off before the hammock dumped us onto the ground. Ayden pushed me back onto the ground while her nimble fingers undid my belt.
Her hand slipped into my boxers and pulled my dick out, wrapping her warm fingers around the shaft. She shimmied out of her panties, hiked her dress up, and straddled my hips, hovering over my erection that was held firmly in her hand. Pulling away from our kiss, she straightened, locked eyes with me, and then impaled herself on my manhood.
"Holy shit." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut at the sensation of being abruptly balls-deep in her wet warmth. "What's the rush, darlin'?" I managed to breathe out after I came out of my temporary stupor.
Instead of answering me, Ayden crashed her lips to mine and began to rock her hips. I moved my hands to grip her hips, slowing her down and guiding her to set a less frenzied pace. With a growl, she nipped my bottom lip and looked down at me with heavy lidded eyes.
"Jasper," she begged. "I need you."
"You gotta slow down, darlin', or I'm gonna be done way before you."
Ayden pouted, jutting out her full bottom lip. "So?" She swirled her hips, and I moaned.
I flipped us, startling Ayden, and pulled out of her before sliding back in at an achingly slow pace. "Ladies first."
It was Ayden's turn to groan as she threw her head back into the soft grass. "Oh, Jas."
My thrusts started out slow, but Ayden begged for more, and my movements turned as frenzied as hers had been before I took control. She fell over the edge of ecstasy moments later, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. I followed her minutes later.
"Wow," she whispered after I rolled to the side.
I groaned in response which caused Ayden to giggle. She sat up, pulled her dress over her head, and then bolted to the pool. The liquid splashed as she dove into the crystal water.
I joined her in the pool, and we swam for about an hour before going inside to shower and clean-up for dinner. I called for a taxi, and we ate at a wonderful beachside restaurant that had a live jazz band.
The next couple of days were spent in pure honeymoon bliss. Ayden and I spent a day on our private beach. The next day, I surprised her with a boat tour of the island complete with a private, romantic dinner in the beautiful jungle with a view of a magnificent waterfall.
Today was the last day of our honeymoon. We spent the morning in the hammock, relaxing in the warmth of the morning sun, before the blazing afternoon heat began to beat down on us. That part of the day was spent on the beach, playing in the water.
It was late afternoon, and I was waiting for Ayden to get ready for my final surprise. As I waited on the sofa, I thought about the night before.
Ayden was sitting across the table from me, her skin sun-kissed from the past few days spent lounging on the beach and the day on the boat. Her bright, floral-print dress looked beautiful against her tanned skin. She took a sip of her wine and gently set the glass back on the table.
I looked at her and smiled. No matter how often I saw her, she was always so beautiful to me– inside and out. I took a bite of the mixed seafood that topped a bed of pasta and spicy tomato-based sauce.
"If you could pick anywhere for us to go, where would it be?" I asked her.
"Go? Go as in move?" she replied.
I nodded, and she hummed. "Washington."
"D.C?"
Ayden laughed. "No, silly! The state."
"Why Washington? I thought you didn't like the cold?"
"That's where all of our friends and family live. Well, except Edward and Bella, but I'm thinking they might move soon. Bella was talking about it. I mean, yeah, the cold and wet suck, but Peter is there, and Charlotte, Rose, Em, the kids. There's an Army base there, isn't there?"
"There is," I said with a smile. "Would you really want to move near my crazy brother?"
"Well, we wouldn't be right next door, but it would be nice to be closer to family."
I grinned at her and watched as her lips wrapped around a seared scallop.
"It will be awhile before we can move," I stated.
"I don't care when. I'll go anywhere you choose to take us, Jas."
Ayden's choice of Washington shocked me and made me extremely happy. Although it would be a few years before I believed the Army would let me move, it would be nice to be close to my brother again. I loved the idea of Ayden being close to Charlotte and Rose, too.
Ayden came out of the bedroom dressed in a pair of jeans and a green, fitted t-shirt.
"Why are we in jeans again when it's, like, ninety-something degrees outside?" she asked with a smile.
"It's a surprise." I stood from the couch and wrapped her in my arms.
"Yes, you said that."
"Because it is."
"Everything has been a surprise," she said with a huff.
I laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Darlin', I wanted this trip to be special, unforgettable, and I told you before, when we first arrived, I had several surprises up my sleeve."
"You might have said that," she mumbled and then grinned up at me. "Okay. Let's hit the road, cowboy."
The taxi was waiting for us outside our villa when we walked out the door. He drove us about twenty minutes away from where we were staying and pulled up to the front my desired location.
I helped Ayden out of the vehicle, and she looked around. "Jas, are we at a horse stable?" she asked excitedly.
I smiled down at her, and she squeezed my arm tightly while we walked into the building. I gave the man behind the desk my name.
"Mr. Whitlock, we've been expecting you and your lovely bride. I'm Richard. Please, follow me, and we will get you saddled up."
We walked through the door that was to the left of the counter which led to a large air conditioned, indoor stable.
"Mark, take out Ace and Royal," the man said to the teenage boy who was sweeping the floor. The boy led out two beautiful horses a few minutes later and handed the reins to Richard.
Richard lifted the reins of the larger palomino. "This is Ace, and this," he tilted his head toward the black and white paint, "is Royal. They are both really gentle natured stallions, but they love to run."
"We both have experience on horseback, Richard. We'll be just fine if they give us a little run for our money."
He smiled and nodded. "Good. Mark will get your saddles and get you all set up, and then you can head toward the beach through those doors." Richard pointed to the double doors at the other end of the stable.
"Would you mind if we saddled up the horses ourselves? It's been awhile since I've done it, but I'd love the chance to get to know the horses a little more before we ride," I said.
Richard shrugged. "Sure. Saddles and saddle blankets are over there in the tack room. Have a good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock."
"Thank you," Ayden and I both replied.
Once we had the horses saddled and ready to go, Ayden lifted her leg into the stirrup and then swung her other leg up and over the horse, settling into the saddle with a huge smile. Ayden had chosen Ace, so I mounted Royal, and Mark opened one of the doors for us.
We started out at a slow pace as we made our way down the winding path to the beach. I heard Ayden's sharp intake of breath as the trees cleared and the beautiful white sand stretch of beach came into our site. The sun was just starting to begin its descent toward the sea and the sky was painted in a beautiful golden touched with pinks and reds with hints of purple.
"Jasper, this is perfect," Ayden said with a smile as I brought my horse up next to hers.
One of Ayden's wicked grins graced her lips, and I knew she had something up her sleeve. "I'll race you to the water!"
With that, she kicked her heels lightly against Ace's side, and they shot off like a rocket toward the crystal water. I chuckled and then took off after Ayden. The horses splashed into the surf, sending drops of water flying around us as we raced into the ocean. Ayden turned Ace to the left and shot down the beach.
She was a beautiful sight on horseback. Her body slightly bent over Ace's neck as the horse ran. Her long hair whipped behind her, slightly damp from the spray of the salt water. The sun glinted off her hair and tanned skin.
Holding the reins in one hand, I pulled my phone from my pocket and quickly snapped the picture. I slid the phone back into my pocket and caught up with Ayden. Once we were side by side, we slowed to a walk to let the horses cool down.
"I didn't know you were so skilled on a horse," I stated.
"It's been a long time, but I used to spend most of my days during summer vacation at the horse stables on base. It was open to the general public, as long as the gates were allowing civilians through. The soldiers would board their horses, but the ones that weren't allowed to be ridden by the public still had to get exercise. After so many years of spending time down there, the owner allowed me to ride the non-public horses to help with the work load. I love horses," Ayden trailed off, fondly patting Ace's thick shoulder.
"It shows," I replied and was rewarded with one of Ayden's gorgeous smiles.
We guided the horses out of the water and continued down the sandy beach as the sky was a brilliant blend of oranges, reds, and pinks. We turned around at the marker and galloped for a few minutes before we slowed.
"Jas, this is wonderful. I wish we could stay here forever," Ayden said, looking out over the water and then at me.
"I know, darlin'. Maybe we'll come back one day. I'm sure Carlisle and Esme wouldn't mind."
Richard and Mark were waiting outside the stable doors when we made it back to the facility. Ayden and I both dismounted, and Mark took the horses from us. We followed Richard, hand-in-hand, back through the stable and exited the building.
When we made it back to the villa and inside, Ayden put her hands against my chest and stopped me from following her into the bedroom. "Wait here," she whispered, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes and a playing grin on her face.
I nodded, leaned against the couch, and watched Ayden slide into the bedroom, quickly shut the door behind her.
"Jasper," she called out a few minutes later, and I took that as my cue to enter.
The sight that met my eyes momentarily took my breath away. Ayden had worn several sexy-as-fuck pieces of lingerie before and during our honeymoon, but this one took the cake. It looked almost like a bathing suit in style. It was white ... and see-through.
Completely see-through.
She might as well not have been wearing anything as she stood in front of the bed. I was rock hard - instantly.
I think I growled.
She giggled.
I jumped her.
"Jasper!" She squealed when I tossed her on the bed.
I stripped out of my clothes quickly and was on top of her in seconds. Running one of my hands over her body, I explored every part of her I could reach. I knew her body by heart, but I would never tire of feeling her under my touch or hearing the delicious sounds she made as I touched her.
Ayden wiggled out of the barely-there lingerie, and I slipped my fingers inside her. One of her hands stroked my dick while I touched and teased her until she was a writhing mess beneath me.
I pulled my fingers out, grabbed her by her hips, and flipped her to her hands and knees. She groaned even before I slid into her. My beautiful wife loved this position almost as much as I did. One of my hands wrapped in her hair and the other held her hip as I thrust into her.
We spent the rest of the evening exploring every position we could think of while we enjoyed our last night in paradise together. My favorite one, before we finally went to sleep, was having her against the wall. It was my ultimate fantasy, and she even screamed Major instead of Jasper.