A/N: The thermometer says 15 degrees Fahrenheit. Let's see if we can warm it up a bit…

Betad by the lovely Michelle Renker Rhodes

Most characters belong to S. Meyer. The rest is all mine.

CHAPTER 5 – Mrs. Masen, You Are a Jealous One

"Thank God we're just having a lazy day at sea," I say the next morning as I swing in the hammock we picked up as a souvenir before sailing away from Cozumel. "I won't be able to walk today after the way you did me yesterday."

"You asked for it," Edward smirks lazily, sitting on the railing next to me. "Ohhh, take me deep, Deep Diver," he mimics, echoing my plea from the night before.

I giggle heartily. "I sound good when we make love."

"You sure do," he grins, and then we sail in silence for about a quarter of an hour.

"So what was Felix whispering to you last night when I came up on deck?" I ask, eyes closed.

Edward chuckles. "You caught that, huh?"

"Of course I did."

He doesn't answer right away.

"He was telling me about Kate."

"Oh? That must've been interesting."

Eyes still closed, I'm going for relaxed and nonchalant; though, I'm not really sure I'm pulling it off all that well. Kate was, after all, the only other girl Edward ever made long-range plans with – before he caught her fucking his college roommate, that is. It was what initially set him off on his…overly-friendly – cough, cough: manwhore - ways.

"Yeah. Seems she was down in Cozumel a few months back…after her divorce."

"She and Garrett divorced?"

Relaxed and nonchalant. Relaxed and nonchalant.

"Yup. Felix says she came down to clear her head. They hung out a bit, and…"

I open one eye. "And?"

"And she started asking about me."

The other eye pops open, narrowing – both slit-like now. "Really? Asking what?" My voice shakes. Fucking bitch.

"Asking Felix if he'd heard from me, if he knew what I was up to, whether I still harbored any resentment over the way things went down between us, and how he thought I'd react if she tried to get in touch with me."

By this point, I've left relaxed and nonchalant far behind. I lift myself up on one elbow, blocking the sun's rays with my other hand over my forehead while I study my husband and try to gauge his emotional state.

Now, Edward has never given me a reason to doubt him, to be unsure of his total love and devotion. His possibly man whorish ways were checked at the door once I entered the picture; I know this. Yet…every once in a while…that girl who was once dumped at the altar by The Prick Who Shall Not Be Named still rears her ugly, insecure head.

"Did she now?" I ask, brow raised way high. "And what did Felix tell the bitch?"

Edward grins. "He told her that last he'd spoken to me, I was engaged to my business partner and planning a wedding and a honeymoon Caribbean tour. He told her that he didn't think I harbored her any ill will and that he was pretty sure that my wife-to-be and I would be more than happy to give her a discount on a catamaran tour if she ever found herself in Key West."

A smile creeps over my face that soon morphs into all-out laughter. I close my eyes again and lie back down on the hammock, swinging slowly and comfortably.

"You know, I really like that Felix. Sure, sure," I wave a casual, easygoing hand. "Of course I'd be okay with giving her a discount - but Bitch better not even think of tripping on her way down the platform, or I will throw her ass overboard."

Edward bursts out laughing and drops to his knees, hovering over me and blocking the sun from my eyes. I open them again and look into bright green, sparkling emeralds.

"Mrs. Masen," he says, searching my eyes, "you sure are a jealous one."

"You totally did that on purpose!" I howl indignantly. "You were just trying to make me jealous by pretending that Kate would love to hook up with you again!"

"Well, being it was all true," he shrugs, "I'm sure she would love to hook up with me again – but since I've got less than zero interest in anyone who isn't my wife, it's a moot point. Besides," he smirks, "I do have to admit that I love that jealous, possessive streak of yours that sometimes rears its head."

"Why you big…" I grab his face and capture his mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, biting and pulling on his bottom lip. "And I love something else that sometimes rears its head."

The grin evaporates, and that sexy glare that makes my thighs clench together appears instead.

"Do you now?"

I watch him lustily as he pushes down his shorts, and my breath hitches at how rock-hard he is, dick pointing straight up to the blue sky like a thick, swollen compass. I won't even lie; I push down my own bikini bottoms before he can even get to them.

"Why don't we see just how strong they make these hammocks?"

He slides inside, but we learn the hard way that hammocks weren't really made for fucking when we end up on our bare asses on top of the deck floor. We're both still laughing as he pulls me down on him and guides me to the right spot while our boat sails through the calm, Caribbean waters.

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