Her pale skin is always so warm like a blanket wrapping around my heart, keeping me safe and secure. I inhale sharply as my eyes flutter close, allowing the calming scent of coconuts to cloud my mind. I roll my hips against the side of her sharp hip bone and press a firm kiss to her chest. Emma groans and pulls me in closer to her body.
My index finger glides across the top of her breast, dipping between the valley to descend toward her tight abdominal muscles. My finger rides across each prominent muscle sending a rush of excitement to my center. Emma hums in her sleep and stretches to kiss the top of my head.
I slither my way on top of the blonde and take my time planting sensual kisses all around her bare chest. I lick my lips before each slow kiss to ensure the cool air will caress every wet patch. I know this will cause goosebumps to spread like wildfire across her skin.
Emma's palm firmly presses against my lower back while her other hand rakes through my hair. She inhales deep, her chest rising and pushing my head up along with her.
"Come here," she whispers through a groggy voice thick with sleep. I peek up at my wife through my thick eyelashes to find her eyes still closed.
I squirm up my wife's silky soft body and gently connect our lips. She hums into the kiss inspiring a deep moan to stir in my chest. Everything around us seems to play out in slow motion as I indulge in this sweet moment.
"I love you so much Emma," I declare while slowly rocking my hips against her. An audible gulp comes from my wife's throat.
"I love you too."
"You feel so safe and warm when I'm in your arms. I feel as though nothing bad could ever happen to me with you near." Emma's green eyes are shifting around frantically like she's searching for some fault in my words. "Maybe it's because I never had a home before you?" I shrug because in all honesty I have no idea why I feel this way. "Maybe because for the first time, I know in my heart I am home. You are my home."
Green eyes with golden specks gloss over and then a tear escapes, rolling down the side of her face and disappearing into her hair. I pout not truly understanding her emotions and I hate myself for not remembering my wife, my family. I hate that I can't understand her anymore. Did I ever understand her inside and out? Or was our relationship strictly physical?
"Why are you crying Emma?" I tilt my head to the side and gently wipe away another run away tear. She tightens her hold on me and sniffles quietly.
"I'm just so happy you feel at home here. I know at first you hated it here. You hated our bratty kids and you especially hated me..."
"Emma I didn't-"
"No Roni, you did. I'm just so happy that memories or not, you feel in your heart that this is your home. That you found love and you know you belong here." A few more tears trickle down her face and I can't stop the way I lean forward and kiss the salty drops away.
"This is my home Emma. This is where I belong, I feel it deep inside my heart."
Emma slides both hands up my face and pulls me into a searing kiss. Her emotions are vibrating off her body leaving me a bumbling mess. Every inch of my body melts into the woman below, prompting a whimper to break from my throat.
I break apart our lips and kiss my way down her flushed skin. I disappear beneath the thin sheets until I find my destination. I take my time to tease Emma, forcing my tongue to move as slow as humanly possible.
"Oh fuck," she groans and bucks her hips forward.
"Mommies!"
My eyes grow wide as my heart slams brutally against my sternum. Emma's legs jerk around me, almost kneeing me in the mouth.
"Shit!"
"Mommy, why's momma hiding under the sheets?" Drew innocently questions as Emma's fingers blindly search until they wrap around my biceps.
"Uhhhh..."
"Mom, are you guys wrestling?" Max asks causing me to groan. Drew and Max are out there? Emma tries to pull me up but I fight her and try to pull away. I'm too embarrassed to face my children right now.
"Yes, Max. That's exactly what we are doing. We were actually having a tickle fight and then it turned into wrestling," Emma explains with fear trembling in her voice. "Roni! Get up here please!" She over exaggerates the last word eliciting a groan to erupt from my lips.
I very carefully slide up the bed and peek my head out of the sheets. I use one hand to push down my wild and crazy hair while I cling onto the sheet with my other hand. I'm breathing heavily, my body is flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment while my heart is pounding in fear.
I fake a smile and take in all three expressions on my children's faces. Drew is smiling brightly oblivious to the awkward situation. Max's head is tilted as he tries to assess the scene in front of him. Henry is squinting at Emma and I like he might know, but he's trying to tell himself that he's mistaken because he's not ready for that kind of scaring in life.
"Sooooo...you guys wrestle without clothes on?" Henry asks with a hint of mock in his tone.
My cheeks flare up and I wish I could tear this sheet away from my body. It's way too suffocatingly hot in here. Emma groans next to me and clenches the sheet even tighter in her fists.
"I've got nothing," Emma finally says causing my head to snap in her direction.
"Seriously?" I complain as I glare at my wife.
"Henry please take your brother and sister downstairs, we will be down in a few minutes," Emma instructs our oldest as she holds a firm gaze in his direction.
Drew runs over to our bed and jumps on top of us without a care in the world. Emma and I struggle to keep the sheets up and fight against our daughter's heavy pull.
"Momma, I made you this at school!" Drew dangles a seashell necklace in my face and smiles with her entire face. "I hope you like it!"
I pout a little because I can't handle how adorable my baby girl is. I happily accept the necklace and slip my head though it. With one hand firmly gripping the sheet, I use my free arm to pull her into a hug. I press a kiss to my daughter's cheek and smile.
"Thank you Drew, I'll never take it off. I love it!" A small giggle comes from her thin lips that match my wife's. "Now can you and your brothers go downstairs? Mommy and I will be right down." Drew bounces her head up and down before she jumps off our bed.
"You still didn't answer my question," Henry slyly adds.
"Downstairs now!" Emma yells at our eldest.
"Emma, calm down. No need to yell," I softly say as I pat her knee under the sheets.
Our children scurry from our bedroom. It isn't long before we hear their heavy footsteps against the stairs.
"Remember a couple months ago when you were lost at sea and suffered from amnesia? Then you came home and yelled at me about our children, stating they needed discipline? Now I'm yelling at them and you're defending them," my wife sarcastically quips urging me to roll my eyes.
"Oh stop," I laugh as I slip into her lap.
I wrap my arms around her neck and smile down upon my adorable wife. The soft sheet slips down my back, exposing my naked form. Emma's tongue pokes out to wet her lips as her hands glide up my thighs. Her warm palms roam over my skin until she finds my ass and gives a nice assertive squeeze.
"We should go downstairs before they catch us in another compromising position," Emma states while her hands travel up my back.
"Or we could make love again," I counter before slowly kissing her lips.
I press down and dip my tongue into her mouth. Without another thought my hips grind tantalizingly slow against my wife's abdomen. A whimper stirs in her throat as her hands skim down my back. She palms my ass and pushes me in closer. Then there's a firm swat against my flesh.
"Come on, I have to get a move on anyways," Emma admits forcing me to climb off her body.
We dress quickly, I'm in my everyday clothes while she picked out her best black slacks and white button down shirt. Before we left our bedroom, I gave her a once over.
"You look stunning. I am so proud of you."
Emma slides her hands around my waist and pulls me in tight. "I have you to thank for all of this. So, thank you Roni. I love you." She leans down and presses her lips to mine. It's a short yet sweet kiss confirming her affection for me.
"Momma! You're wearing the necklace I gave you!" Drew comments as Emma and I enter the kitchen. I slide behind my daughter who's sitting on her knees in the kitchen chair.
"Of course my baby. I told you I was never going to take it off." I wrap my arms around the tiny blonde and squeeze her tight while kissing the top of her head. "Okay, who's ready for breakfast!"
"We are!" My three children scream as I sway over to the refrigerator, feeling light as a feather from Emma's love.
"I'm just going to take this coffee and go. I'm too nervous to eat. I might throw up," Emma confesses as she grabs her travel mug.
"Eloquent as always dear," I sass my wife while rolling my eyes.
"Snippy as always babe," she quips right back without skipping a beat. I smirk and focus on cracking some eggs into a bowl. Emma laughs her adorable carefree chuckle and lightly kisses my cheek. "Okay kiddos, wish me luck!"
"Good luck!" They all scream in unison pushing a giddy smile to spread across my wife's face.
"Wait." I curl my fingers around Emma's tiny wrist and spin her around to face me. I firmly hold her cheeks in both my hands and smile. "You've got this...and if you don't...that's fine, we've been through harder times than this." I smile sweetly and kiss her delectable lips. "I think," I mumble and chew on my bottom lip because I have no idea what hard times we've been through.
"Thank you, that means more than you'll ever know." Another small peck and then the blonde is out the door.
Somewhere off the coast of the Atlantic Ocean
The rays of sun are beating hotter than ever but that's nothing compared to the sweltering heat from the women grinding all around him. He's unsure if he's drunk from all his fruity drinks but then again he's probably sweating out all the alcohol or maybe he's drunk from the heat and all the gorgeous women surrounding him.
Three glorious months without his pain in the ass wife, bitching out her ridiculous commands and nagging continuously about nothing, absolutely nothing. Life has been spectacular and there's no way he's going to give this up. Except...except for his insufferable mother in law, who insists on calling every day to speak with her darling Regina.
The spoiled scrawny man tosses his visor into the ocean and laughs without a care in the world. A young blonde, who he hopes is at least twenty one, saunters up to his side with another strawberry margarita. She holds the straw in front of his chapped lips and narrows her enticing blue eyes at him. He's stunned by her beauty, literally stopped his lips from connecting with the plastic straw as he shamelessly gawks at her. She quickly withdraws the straw from lingering near his lips and begins sucking suggestively as she drinks the slushy liquid.
"Mr. Mills!" His butler calls out making him physically shudder in front of this new temptress.
He hated being called Mr. Mills but his godawful wife commanded that he change his name because her name was far too precious. He didn't mind at the time, he was just happy to marry the smoking hot interior designer that was worth millions.
"Sydney! Can you not see that I am busy right now?" He shouts over the loud thumping of music and women who are singing out of tune.
"It's Cora...again sir," the butler announces while offering the phone to his schmuck of a boss. Sydney may detest Miss Mills, but this dumbass is far worse to deal with.
He snatches the phone from his butler and glares at him with hate. He presses the phone to his bare, sweaty chest and calls out over his shoulder to the DJ.
"Cut the music!"
The yacht falls painfully silent. His upper lip twitches in disgust at Sydney before he finds the courage to bring the phone to his ear.
"Cora, darling! How are you my dear?" He gushes to the woman understanding his place even though his sticky sweet tone is enough to make him vomit. Although, that could be the alcohol.
"Cut the crap! I have been calling you for three months now and every time you give me some bullshit excuse as to why my daughter cannot come to the phone. Regina has called me everyday since the day she moved out of my house up until now. If you do not produce my daughter within the next twenty four hours, I will have your balls! My daughter can find another incompetent fool with a pretty face to reproduce my grandchildren with. Do you understand me?" Cora Mills screams into the phone causing the man to shake in his embarrassingly tiny bathing suit.
"Yes ma'am, twenty four hours," he reiterates into the phone as his heart plummets to the pit of his stomach. He ends the call and pushes the phone with all his might into Sydney's stiff chest. "Tell the Captain to turn around." He sighs heavily and shakes his head in disappointment. "We need to retrieve Miss Mills."
