Chapter 5

The weekend turned into the weekday and then into weeknights. I did a few more distraction jobs and Joe tagged along, he didn't work the op but stayed outside and keep ears on me with Tank. The two of them were really getting close and I noticed Ranger's absence on more of these jobs and, for that matter, Ranger was going "offline" a lot of late. No one seemed to know where he was going.

It was the morning of the 13th and Joe and I were headed to the airport. Mooch was taking care of Bob and Rex. We'd dropped them off yesterday after dinner at Mrs. Morelli's . In less than six hours Joe and I would be at our beach resort in Cozumel.

We arrived at the resort and were shown to our suite. Joe and I walked onto the balcony and looked out upon the ocean. It was like nothing I had ever seen before; the water was so many shades of blue and aqua. It was breathtaking. Just to our left movement caught my eye, someone was getting married right there on the beach. I couldn't stop watching. The ceremony was small and unpretentious with the bride in a simple but elegant dress and her groom in a simple suit. A teenage boy and girl stood next to them and I wondered if it was either a vow renewal or a second marriage with their kids as witnesses. Everyone, including the minister, was barefoot in the sand.

I couldn't get the ceremony out of my mind. Joe and I spent the afternoon playing in the ocean and relaxing on the beach, but my mind kept drifting back to the wedding. We ate supper at the beachside bar and Joe noticed something was on my mind. "What's wrong, Steph? You've been quiet all day, is something bothering you?

"No Joe. I'm ok. I just … I've been … um … oh Hell! Do you want to get married?"

Joe's fork fell from his hand and clanged onto the floor "Are you…? Hell yes I want to get married. Do you want to do it here, like the one this morning?"

"Exactly like that. The ceremony was everything I want but will never get back home."

"Okay Cupcake, we can shop for rings tomorrow. While you go find a dress, I'll set up everything. I'm sure the staff at the resort can help. We'll be married before we fly back home." Joe reached across the table and pulled me into a kiss. He dropped some money on the table to cover the bill and we walked intertwined, through the soft sand, back to our suite.

The passion that consumed us was barely able to be contained until we got to our room. Once behind closed doors we couldn't get each other undressed fast enough. Joe backed me up against the wall covering my mouth with his, our tongues colliding, and me reaching for his zipper. I had his zipper down and jeans off in no time. With my brain signaling for air, I broke the kisses, gave Joe a sexy smile filled with passion, and lowered myself to his groin. On my knees with Joe's cock in my hand, I gave him a slow, lingering lick, then wrapped my mouth around him and gave a smile chuckle when he let out a moan. I moved up and down Joe using my tongue to heighten his sensitivity. He wasn't complaining as he braced himself against the wall for the ride. I had Joe so far gone that he almost could not stop me, but pulled himself back just in time to tell me, "Cupcake you might want to stop now." I gave one last sweep with my tongue, rocked back against the wall and smiled up at him.

Joe pulled me up to him, covered my mouth with his again, picked me up to carry me into the bedroom. I thought we'd never get there, but then finally he was laying me down on the bed. I groaned when he moved away, wanting him now. But then I looked up and saw him standing over me … looking at me, all of me, with such love in his dark, dreamy eyes that I felt a warmth surge through me like nothing ever before.

"I love your hair," he said, softly running his fingers through it. "It's always sexy as hell, but never like this … all tangled from the sea breezes, smelling of the ocean." He leaned down and nuzzled my curls, then feathered them out across the pillow, gently skimming my neck with his magic fingers trailing down my shoulders, fondling my breasts. "Beautiful" he murmured as he removed my lacy bra and panties. With each inch of skin that he uncovered, Joe lay sweet kisses and I didn't know how much more of this sweet torture I could bear. When the panties were finally completely off and lying on the floor Joe brought my knees up and lowered his head to my thighs. Using his tongue he wiped away my moisture before he slipped his tongue deep inside me. I squealed, begging him to hurry. He looked up at me through his thick lashes and smiled.

"Hurry? I don't think so." But then he was licking me again and a tiny nibble was all it took and I was there … riding a Morelli wave as the ocean crashed outside our window. Then he was hurrying as he rose up above me and when I felt him inside me, I moaned his name encouraging him to go deeper. With each thrust Joe made, I dug my nails into his back. He'd have a wear a t-shirt on the beach tomorrow, but it's his own fault for making me wait … heh, heh, heh. Joe let out a low moan and bent over to capture my mouth with his. I accepted him fully, deep in my mouth. Our bodies became one as Joe moved rhythmically, bringing me closer and closer. He bent down and whispered in my ear "Scream it this time, Cupcake. Scream my name." And when he brought me again to the peak, I did … loudly, just as he released himself along with me.

Joe held me, kissing my neck, stroking my hair, bringing me down gently. "God Cupcake, what did I ever do to deserve you?"

"Well honey, I was just thinking the same thing," I smiled as Joe rolled off and lay down next to me.

"So what are we doing for supper? I'm starved."

"I just bet you are you," he smirked. "How about room service?" He rolled over and grabbed the menu from the nightstand. "What do you want?"

"Let me see." I grabbed the menu and didn't take long to decide. "The cheeseburger plate with extra fries," I told him giving back the menu back for him to review. He called and ordered 2 plates and a bottle of champagne. I gave him a strange look.

"We're celebrating" and with a grin he added chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream to the order as well.

We lay in bed tangled up in each other, just touching and kissing when room service arrived with a knock at the door. We ate our burgers than feasted on the champagne, strawberries, whipped cream and each other for the rest of the night. And when we came back from our shopping and wedding planning tomorrow, by the miracle of maid service, the sheets would be fresh and clean and ready for another night of "celebrating."