Chapter 2! Don't worry. Nessie's not coming back pregnant, I swear it. I wouldn't do that to you guys. But since everybody who reviewed liked the psychic, I kept her. I even found out some stuff about her. Sorry, no Disneyland for the honeymoon. Saving that for the kiddies, I suppose. But I hope you guys enjoy this one. I did immensely.

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JPOV

Sunset had come and gone, and the wind rustling up the hillside was chilly. I only knew that because Nessie shivered beside me even though she was tucked into my body.

"Jake, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Wrapping my arm completely around her, I pulled her half on top of me. "And what is that?" I asked into her hair.

Her hand moved up and down my stomach, nails scratching the muscles lightly. "The night that you woke up, and I kissed you. You hesitated before kissing me back. Why?"

Damn. I'd been hoping she hadn't noticed that. I cleared my throat. "Well, I mean, I'd known that I must have been out for a while and, well, my breath wasn't Doublemint fresh. Ok?"

Pushing on my stomach, she sat up to stare at me. It was clear she was trying not to smile or laugh, or both. "So, let me get this straight. You'd just woken up from the epitome of worst nightmares right into the arms of your imprint...and you were worried about morning breath?"

I shrugged. "Hey,I didn't say it made sense."

She laughed. "Have you forgotten all the mornings that you've rolled on top of me? And not just for a kiss?"

"That's different. It had only been a night since I'd brushed my teeth. When I woke up, it had been a week! But then I decided I didn't care. I needed to touch you as much as possible to reassure myself that I was really there, really alive."

Leaning forward, she brushed her lips over mine. "Well, I'm glad you came to your senses. I'd been waiting for that kiss for what felt like forever."

I chuckled. "Happy I could oblige," I whispered before applying pressure to turn it into a kiss.

Before I knew it, she crawled into my lap, deepening the kiss, her tongue invading my mouth. I let her, groaning low in my throat as she fisted her fingers in my hair. I gripped her hips while she moved away from my mouth to nibble on my jaw.

"We should go inside," I groaned. "It's cold out here." Her skin had erupted in goosebumps. I wasn't sure if it was from the wind or the moment.

"Good idea," she whispered hoarsely against my throat.

A moment later, she hopped off me to run into the cabin. Confused about what just happened, I sat there staring at the colorful leaves that swept past me into the light of the windows. Sitting there, cooling off, I thought about the 'psychic' from earlier. She'd been completely human, and a complete stranger, yet she'd known us, what we are. Picturing her, I saw auburn hair with distinctive black highlights. Her blue eyes had been a strange shade, somewhere between purple and blue. Her skin, like a lot of redheads, was porcelain white and blemish free. I'd have remembered seeing her before.

Who was she? And why had she even said anything to us? What did she want? Scrubbing my face with my hands, I knew I couldn't handle anymore nasty surprises. If it wasn't one new person, it was another.

Getting up, I locked the cabin door after making sure there was enough firewood inside. When I finally made it into the bedroom, I found that Nessie had packed up our bags. They were all piled neatly beside the door. The bathroom door was closed, the light on.

"Thanks for packing, babe," I called.

The water turned off. "Not a problem."

Sitting on the bed, I stripped out of the long-sleeved shirt and tank. I frowned. Next to bathroom door was an open, empty box. And it was familiar. Picking it up, I tried to remember where I'd seen it before. There was tape all over it as if Nessie hadn't wanted anybody else in it. Right. The cabin at home. Shelby had brought it over the day we'd moved in, and Ness hadn't wanted me to open it, said she was saving it.

The door opened while I was still staring at the box, contemplating it.

"What was in-" I froze when I looked up.

Nessie was in the doorway. Immediately, I started salivating. Her curves were clad in red silk. The bra pushed her breasts up, like an offering. The panties were tiny over her hips. Her skin was white silk against the pop of color, smooth and hunger-inducing. Long bronze curls cascaded down her back, a few locks resting over her shoulder. Those chocolate brown eyes held enough heat to keep one of the fireplaces going for a year.

I swallowed hard as my body heated up and hardened. "The box," I finished hoarsely.

She flushed, adding some innocence to the naughty, making the situation that much more sexy.

"I found the set a while ago, before we ever got engaged, and had to have it. I knew I'd wear it for you tonight?"

I cleared my throat. "Tonight, specifically, or…?"

Sheepishly, she shook her head with a smile. "No. As in, the night we consummate the marriage."

My body went from hard to steel. She'd planned for this night before she knew there would be a wedding? She'd had that much faith in us? My love for her swelled to massive proportions, making me think my heart was going to burst in my chest.

Going to her, I gripped her bare hips and pulled her against my body. She gasped as the lower part of her hit me. I was hard enough that she could feel me through my jeans. Gently, I brushed the hair from her face.

"You amaze me, you know that?"

She shrugged. "I don't know why. I'm just me."

"That's why."

Grinning, she wrapped her arms around my neck, stood on her tiptoes, and met me in the middle for a mindblowingly gentle yet hot kiss, slow and precise. Sliding my hands down her body, I gripped her ass so that I could lift her up. Giggling, she wrapped her gorgeous legs around my waist.

Turning, I walked us to the bed. I went down with her, on top of her. This time, I was the one deepening the kiss, parting her lips with my tongue. She moaned into my mouth as my tongue danced over hers, thrusting inside. Her hands roamed my chest, and I could have sworn she breathed out in relief, in bliss. Had I read her wrong? Had she wanted this the night we got married?

"Jacob?"

Blinking, I looked at her. I'd stopped kissing her.

"Are you ok?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

Her thumb smoothed over my brow, eyes searching mine. "Make love to me, Jacob. Your wolf is calm enough to let us make it special."

My eyes widened. "How did you know?"

Her laugh told me she thought I was silly but still she loved me. "Jacob, I know you, and the wolf. The moment we said our vows, he wanted me. He wanted it rough, to leave a mark. Knowing you, you want this moment to be special and slow, memorable."

"Amazing," I breathed again.

Fingers rubbed over the skin of my shoulders. "Nope. I just know you. I do pay attention."

Pressing my lips to hers once more, my hands roamed her body, feeling the contrast between the lingerie and her skin. I knew this set I couldn't rip off of her, and for once I didn't feel the need to. Slowly, I made my way from her lips to her chest, licking and biting a line down the center of her body. When I made my way back up, my tongue moved over the line of skin just over the cups of the bra. With heavy breaths, her breasts heaved, pushing up further. She reached between us so that she could unbutton my jeans. The zipper followed before her fingers dipped in low, brushing the skin of the lowest part of my abdomen, directly above my hard-as-steel erection. So close.

I nuzzled the straps of the bra down her arms, kissing every inch of skin as I went. My fingers ran over the hem of the panties, dipping under every now and then as she did the same to me.

"Jacob," she breathed in pants. "I need you…to touch me...badly."

I knew my grin was wicked and satisfied at the same time. She'd never say that to another man. Ever. Just me.

Inching down her body one more, I pushed my fingers under the panties at her hips and started to tug them down. She lifted her hips for me, and after pulling them down her long, smooth legs, they were on the floor next to the box. Before I'd thrown them, though, I pressed them to my face for a whiff of her. Oh, yeah. She was more than ready. They were also wet through and through. After I threw them, I landed on my elbows on either side of her hips, my face even with her core.

As I moved my face closer to that sweet spot, I glanced up. She was still breathing hard, eyes heavy-lidded from anticipation. And then I licked her, long and slow. She gasped, pushing her head back into the mattress, hands gripping the blankets. The first touch was always the best for me. I loved her reactions.

But from there, there was no pausing. I made love to her with lips, tongue, and, lightly, teeth. She thrashed her head back and forth, trying to buck her hips. I'd moved one of my arms across her so that she couldn't. She did manage to press herself more firmly against my face, letting me know what was hot for her right now. Every time we did this, it was something different that got her flying.

This time, it was my nibbling on her sweet spot. She jerked uncontrollably, breathing erratic. But I wasn't going to let her come this way, not tonight. While my mouth had been busy, I'd shed my jeans. I was so hard it actually hurt when I brushed against the bed.

Just as she was about to break apart for me, I completely pulled back, having no contact with her at all. A high pitched whine came out of her as she frowned before opening her eyes to look at me. I was grinning at her. Those eyes narrowed as she realized that I'd done it on purpose.

"That was mean, Jacob," she panted.

"Sorry, but I didn't want you come like that." When she gave me a questioning look, I crawled back up her body, positioning myself before planting my hands on either side of her head. "I want you to come like this." And I thrust into her in one smooth stroke.

That was all she needed. Her nails ripped into my biceps as her upper body arched, a scream of bliss leaving her mouth. I stayed where I was as her body clasped onto mine, locking me where I was. Taking deep breaths, I forced myself not to orgasm, just watch her. Though I didn't orgasm, my body jerked inside hers, prolonging her pleasure.

Eventually, she stilled, breathing hard. Her forehead rested against my wrist as she calmed. Leaning down, I kissed her temple, and slowly, pulled out. She trembled, almost convulsing. Tonight was going to be slow. No pounding. No rough stuff, except her nails in my skin, which she couldn't help.

So, slowly, I made love to her. A grin spread her lips when she opened her eyes. Leaning up on her elbows, she kissed under my chin and all the way down my chest as far as she could go. Her tongue danced around my nipples, then her teeth were added to the mix. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to stay slow. the pressure was already building with each stroke, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around me.

Sweat trickled over both of us as we fought our bodies for the rhythm we both wanted. My arms stung from where my wife's nails had shredded skin. And I loved every bite. Planting a hand in the center of her chest, I tried to get her lie down. She resisted just long enough to shed the bra. As gorgeous as it was against her skin, I was happy to see it go. Immediately, my hand moved so that I could stroke my thumb over a nipple. Her eyes closed again while her teeth worried at her lower lip. I needed to show her the same attention she'd just shown me even though I was trying to keep my hips at a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her. The pressure was getting tighter, especially when I leaned down to continue my exploration of the column of her neck and expanse of her now bare chest. I also deepened the mark on her chest. It had started to fade after having not been gone over since over a week ago. Her nipples were hard as diamonds as they abraded my chest with her breathing. Leaning over them, I sucked one and then the other into my mouth. Her fingers dug into my hair, scratching my scalp, to keep me closer, where she wanted me.

She made little mewling noises as my hips lost their rhythm, giving her two quick, sharp thrusts. She was close, so close, as I roamed my hands over her body, luxuriating in the feel of her silky skin. My tongue was all about tasting that sweetness, rolling it around my mouth, soothing it down my throat. I was the only man who would ever taste her like this. Sweat sweetened by her. A delicious mix of salt and sugar. Mint and honey.

"Jacob," he moaned.

My back was tightening up, lower stomach quivering. The part of me inside her kept jerking. The twin weights below were cinched up tight. My breathing was steadily getting uneven as my body prepared for explosion.

"Jacob, please."

I knew she was asking to finish, to feel those electric shocks over her body. Since I couldn't deny her anything, I pushed both of us to the edge by placing my thumb over her sweet spot and speeding up my thrusts. They were still gentle, just faster.

Nessie's breathing picked up, her eyes closing again while her nails moved down to where my neck met my shoulders. They dug in painfully, but all I felt was pleasure, a shot of it straight down my spine into my erection.

"Almost," she whispered.

For no reason that I could think of, I buried my hands under her and sat back on my knees, never breaking our connection. The angle inside her became deeper, and she shouted out, wrapping her arms around my neck as I moved her hips around me. Eventually, she managed to find a rhythm of her own, swinging over me while I continued my thrusts. My lower back tightened even more, making me cry out.

Reaching between us, Nessie stroked me on my pull-out stroke. And that was all she wrote. My hips slammed into hers just once as I came. I managed to think enough to press my thumb into her sweet spot. She screamed a moment later, her body tightening around mine, gripping me, milking me. My body was happy to oblige her needs, feeding her what she wanted pulse after pulse. It seemed like we had stayed that way for hours, just looping each other's orgasms.

Her head flung back and my hand immediately snapped up to dig into her hair, cradling her. She let out a ragged moan, nails shredding my shoulders as she started up on her third? orgasm. Her pleasure fueled mine, my body tightening up again. Her body siphoned from me everything I had to give. And I let it.

I'd always give her what she needed. Always.

RPOV

I was a shaky puddle of bones and skin as Jacob leaned sideways, laying us down. Both of us were too exhausted, too spent, to try to get us under the covers. That definitely meant that neither of us could walk to the bathroom for a washcloth to clean us up with before getting on the clean sheets.

"Holy...shit," Jacob panted out.

I could only nod. My throat was hoarse from all the noises I'd made. But this, by far, was the best sex we'd ever had. The build up had been slow and excruciating, adding to the anticipation. And knowing it was deliberate on Jacob's part made it hot as hell.

I felt his lips against my temple. "I completely agree. Hottest sex ever."

Chuckling, I realized my mental block was down. It had become a reflex to let it down around him ever since the first time we'd made love and he'd told me he hated it when I blocked myself from him. So I didn't do it anymore except for when we were out in public. I didn't want to accidentally brush against someone.

Opening my eyes, I found Jacob watching me with a small grin.

"What?" I asked with my own smile.

He moved some of my hair out of my face. "I was just thinking that I'm the only man that will ever get to see you like this. And you're the only woman that could ever make me feel the way I do right now."

"And how do you feel right now?" I asked around a grin.

"Completely satiated yet completely craving at the same time." He kissed my forehead. "Now, let me go get something to clean us up with."

Turning away from me, he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

I raised my eyebrows. "You can walk? So soon?"

Grinning at me over his shoulder, he stood up, gripping the bed post for balance. "You need sleep. The only way you'll sleep is under the covers, and you won't do that until you're not as...covered in stuff. So I'm getting what you need so you can sleep."

Sighing with a grin, I snuggled down into the pillows. He stumbled his way into the bathroom door.

"Careful," I said.

Our grins just tossed back and forth. "I'll be alright."

He ducked into the bathroom. The water turned on then off. A moment later, he was back in the bed, gently easing my legs apart. He cleaned me up as best he could. I couldn't help the jerks in my body as he stroked over the most sensitive part of me. I'd still need a shower and the sheets washed because what he'd pumped into me hadn't come out yet. It wouldn't for a while without help, and I wasn't in the mood to do a little jig. I didn't have the energy.

Jacob cleaned himself up with little hisses as if he were sensitive, too. He probably was with how many times he'd come.

Soon enough, the washcloth was thrown to the floor. Jacob managed one more trip out of bed to put more wood on the fire before crawling back in bed. I wiggled under the covers, body relaxing into the soft mattress. Jacob curled around me, pulling me into the cradle of his body.

Again, he kissed my temple as we drifted off. "Best consummation I could have ever asked for."

"Mmmm," I murmured, cuddling into the warmth of his chest.

Outside, the wind whistled and blew rustling leaves around the cabin.

Perfect was an understatement, but since I didn't have another word, it would do for now.

The Next Day

RPOV

We had to rush for our flight. Sleeping in for five more minutes had turned into an hour. We'd taken a quick shower together, forcing ourselves to be good. We'd practically run into the airport. Luckily, we managed to make it through security and bag check in record time. When we got our tickets, they were for Hawaii.

Jacob and I had grinned at each other. Warmth.

Now, we were sitting in our seats, breathing easy because we'd made it. Right before take-off, Aunt Alice had called to make sure we'd managed to get here in time. Jacob made our assurances. She'd then said that there would be a private car waiting for us at the airport to take us to our little slice of heaven. Her words, not mine. Well, if that wasn't food for thought. Now we were wondering what she'd planned.

Jacob and I shared a kiss as the plane took off.

"Ugh, you rich married couples make sick. Hawaii?"

Spinning around in my seat, I found the psychic grinning at me. Jacob and I shared an incredulous look.

"What are you-?" I looked around and lowered my voice. "Are you following us?"

Her eyes widened as she put a hand to her chest and rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease.I'm insulted."

"So you're not following us."

She grinned. "I didn't say that, sweet cakes."

"Then what do you want?" Jacob asked.

The girl looked to him. "Easy there, Kujo. I'm not a threat to you." She turned back to me with a grin. "Nice sex hair, by the way. Finally broke in the marriage bed, huh? Figuratively speaking, of course."

Jacob gnashed his teeth. Blushing, I jumped in, ignoring her last comments. "Then what do you want with us? I mean, why are you having visions of us?"

"Because she wants something."

Looking over, I found a guy sitting next to her. He was of average build, human, and wore glasses. His brown hair was bed-head messy, not intentionally done that way. More like he just rolled out of bed and didn't care. His green eyes were absorbed over what looked like a map.

We were in the air, so Jacob unhooked his belt to turn, too. "Who are you?" he demanded.

The guy looked up with raised eyebrows. "Lower your hackles, Pongo. I'm with her." He jerked his head to the girl.

"What's your name?" I asked the girl.

She grinned. "Brigette. But everyone calls me Cricket."

"Why?"

"Because if she's talking and someone uninvited gets too close, she shuts up," the guy said, going back to his map after sharing a glare with Jacob.

"That's Trey. A very protective friend."

He shot a glare at her. "Boyfriend. I'm her boyfriend." His glare went back to Jacob. "So, watch yourself."

Jacob smirked with an eyebrow raised. Then he lifted his hand with his wedding band on it. "I'm married, dude. And frankly, your girl freaks me out. Besides, I knew she was yours the moment I snapped at her." He tapped his nose so he wouldn't have to explain out loud. We all understood.

Shaking my head, I tried to get us back on track. "What did he mean when he said you wanted something."

She shot him a look. "Because genius-boy over there said something, I guess I have to tell you. The way my visions work is when my heart truly desires something, I get a vision of a starting point. Once I find what my vision was, I get another one. They're like breadcrumbs, leading me directly to what I desire. That's how I ended up with that." She jerked her head to Trey again and then shrugged. "I wanted true love, something real and normal. All my life I've been the freak. I just wanted a normal person to love me. All my visions led me to him."

Trey looked up, green eyes shining, his lips turned up in a sweet smile. Reaching over, he gripped her fingers and kissed them. I smiled dreamily. They were cute together, perfectly snappy and witty.

"So, what can Jacob and I do for you?"

Cricket leaned back, curling into Trey's side while he went back to studying the map. Distractedly, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Nothing. Just keep doing what you're doing. Be yourselves. I'll get another vision."

Jacob's eyes narrowed. "So you are following us."

She shrugged again. Her expression said she didn't like having to stalk people, but that she couldn't help it. "Hey, I can't stop my heart from wanting something. Sometimes, when I'm truly content, I don't get visions at all, not even a glimpse, like after I found Trey. But when a thought comes to me, and my heart grabs onto that thought, wanting it, I have to go after it. I've tried to ignore them."

"What happened?" I asked.

"With my visions, I get specific times and places, where I need to be. If I miss that time at that place, then I just get another vision telling me where to go. I can't turn it off."

The next obvious question was too personal, but...she was following us. We had a right to know.

"So, what are you looking for?"

For a few minutes, all she did was stare at me. Her blue-purple eyes studied me, measuring me. I didn't think she was going to answer. And then, "Answers."

Before Jacob or I could ask, she cuddled closer to Trey and closed her eyes. It was a clear signal that she was done talking. Trey gave me a sympathetic glance.

"Sorry. She does that. It's not like she wants you afraid of us or anything. In fact, we didn't think you'd end up sitting in front of us. We'd planned to stay out of your line of sight since the moment she ran into you."

I nodded, thinking back to yesterday. "She said she shouldn't have said anything to us at all, that she had rules."

It was his turn to nod. "She made rules for herself to never get involved with the people or things that led her to her end game. For some reason, she just spilled with the two of you."

"Is that a map of Washington?" Jacob interrupted. "Specifically Forks?"

Trey cleared his throat and folded the paper one handed. "That's where Crick first thought we were going, but at the last second she saw Hawaii. Look, we are following you there, but we won't intervene in anything. She just wants to see where you lead her. This...interacting has never happened before, so we're both kind of embarrassed about it. And that's why she doesn't do it. It freaks people out."

Jacob and I shared a look as Trey kissed the top of her head.

Jacob cleared his throat. "Look, you know who and…what we are. We know something about 'freaks', alright. But we have enemies, so just, stay as low as you can if you have to follow us home." His gaze went to the sleeping Cricket. "Everybody deserves to get what they truly desire, and she said herself that she just wants answers. I can handle that, but our territory isn't safe." He looked at me. I smiled back, so in love with his compassion. "Ness and I will help you if we can. If not, we might know some people who will. Our family is filled with all kinds of interesting people depending on what questions she has."

Trey nodded. "Thank you. All she wants is a place to fit in, or at least some friends other than me. I'm all she's got." With that, he rested his cheek on her head and closed his eyes.

Jacob and I turned back around, his arm slipping around my shoulders. Both of us were lost in what we'd just heard. Poor Cricket. At least she had Trey. But what must life have been like for her before she found him? Terrible more than likely. I shuddered with the thought of that girl getting ridiculed, called a liar or crazy every day. It was no wonder she chose to keep her distance.

Jacob's grip tightened around me, his lips in my hair. "We'll do what we can for them. I promise."

And that's what I loved about my husband. He could never turn someone away who needed help, especially the type of help that could only be given by certain type of people that didn't include a psychiatric ward and doctors trying to tell them they were crazy. Though neither of us really knew what it was like not to fit in, we were more than aware of what life could have thrown at us had things been different.

It was a long flight, and we hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Jacob had woken me up twice, wanting to make love. The first time had been slow and glorious. The second, a little rougher, the wolf peeking out through Jacob's dark eyes. But it had been lovingly and beautiful. Needless to say, though, we were both exhausted. The adrenaline from rushing onto the plane had subsided.

Cuddling in close to my husband like Cricket had done with Trey, we both fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

A few hours later

Jacob and I stepped off the plane with Cricket and Trey behind us. After grabbing our luggage, we said our goodbyes, Jacob shaking Trey'd hand, and split up. There was a guy holding a sign that said "The Blacks". Jacob and I shared a glance before walking over. He grinned at us.

"Aloha. Welcome to Hawaii, Mr. and Mrs. Black. My name is Gage and I am going to be your guide should you choose to leave your grotto."

"Grotto?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yes. Mrs. Hale was very specific. You two are to have the most private land on the island. You shall also be provided with anything you need. All that's need to be done is to call upon me."

Reaching forward, he took my bags from me. Jacob wouldn't let him take the ones he carried. The man, who seemed to be in his late sixties, frowned but didn't fight it.

"If you would please follow me. I have a car waiting."

The moment I stepped outside, the sun speared into me, heat soaking into my skin. It was as if I'd always been cold, as if there were two suns. The one at home that never gave off warmth, and the one here soaked into my soul. Once Gage got all our luggage in the back of a very nice SUV, not letting Jacob help, we climbed into the back. I was reluctant to let the sun go, but Jacob promised I'd get it back, and that I could roll the windows down. It no longer surprised me that Rebecca had chosen to live here.

"So, tell us about this grotto," Jacob said, his arm going across the back of the seat behind me while I half hung out the window. He shook his head at me with a chuckle. "How private is 'private'?"

Gage smiled at us in the rearview mirror. "Oh, very private, sir. All manner of v.i.p's stay there when they need a retreat from their businesses. On those occasions, that part of the island is blocked off from the public. Only I, other than the police and emergency, will be available to you unless you wish."

"Why is it so popular?" I asked.

"Ah, now that's the question, miss. There is a secret beach. It's only been around for the last fifty years or so. The island natives have kept it secret so that it's not disturbed by tourists. It's still very fragile. Also, we ask that any photographs you take stay private."

I smiled at him. "Absolutely. That won't be a problem. The wonders of the world need to be protected. So many people take them for granted."

"I very much agree, Mrs. Black." His eyes went to Jacob. "You sure caught yourself a good one, Mr. Black. If you don't mind me saying, sir."

Jacob's arm tightened around me as he grinned. "I can't argue with that, Gage. Not at all. But in all actuality, she caught me."

"That's the best way," Gage said.

The three of us chatted all the way there. Before I knew it, the car stopped after an incline that lasted forever. At least it wasn't steep. When I stepped out of the vehicle, there was a small...cottage. It was kind of like the cabin, but there was more glass than wood. And it was much smaller than I expected. Not too small. Maybe three bedrooms. But I'd expected something huge and expensive-looking. Nothing this cozy.

"There is a path behind the cottage that leads down to the secret beach. It is yours until the end of the month."

"The end of October?"

"Um, no, miss. November."

I looked to Jacob. "We have this place for a month?"

Jacob looked at the cottage, then down to the beach of the Pacific. We had access to two beaches.

"Thank you, Alice," Jacob whispered before pulling me into a kiss.

We tried to get Gage to stay for dinner, but he was adamant about letting us have our honeymoon to ourselves after he'd put our luggage in the room.

After he pulled off, waving, I stood out in front of the cottage, eyes closed, head back, and soaked in the warmth. A moment later, I felt Jacob's arms wrap around me. He kissed my neck just under my jaw.

"What do you wanna do first?"

"This," I replied.

He chuckled. "Why don't you go change into something less warm, then we can go play in the water."

"You know," I said, placing my arms over his. "I did wonder why there was summery stuff in my suitcase. And bathing suits."

"Alice packed you bathing suits, huh?"

"Mhm."

"Mmmm," he said into my ear. "Go put one on for me."

I giggled, his breath tickling my ear. "Aunt Alice packed you some trunks."

"Did she now?"

"Mhm. If I have to wear one, so do you."

"Aww, I thought I'd just run around naked."

I narrowed my eyes. "Then I supposed I will, too."

He growled. "Well, now that I think about it. As much as I'd love that, this place may not be as private as we think."

"That's what I thought."

Together, we went inside. I took my bag into the closet to dig through it. There were several bikinis, one one-piece that had cut-outs, and severall barely-there's that didn't count.

I picked a navy blue halter. I'd never worn a bikini before, but it was like wearing my underwear, only more stylish. The halter lifted and squished my breasts together. As if they needed it.

When I walked into the bedroom, Jacob was in a pair of white trunks that went down to his knees. The white was bright against his permanent dark-tanned skin. He cat-called at me.

He put his hands on my hips. "You know, I might just get jealous of all the fish that get to look at you."

"Oh, shut up."

Chuckling, he took my hand and led me out the door. There was a path that went from the bedroom's sliding glass door down to the beach. Not the secret one, but the now-private one. This beach was very different than First Beach. First Beach had a bunch of pebbles, not much sand. The moment my toes hit the hot sand, I squealed. Jacob laughed as I grinned, digging my toes into the grainy substance. I wiggled my toes, feeling the sand seep between them.

"You're like the Little Mermaid," he said.

"I love this! No wonder Rebecca came here."

"Come on. Let's get in the water. It'll feel amazing."

"How do you know?"

"A long time ago, I went with my dad to California. The beach was my favorite part. The sand, the heat, the colors. But mostly, the water. It was so warm. This water is much clearer, though." He took my hand. "Come on."

He pulled me down to the edge of the water.

"Here, just stand here. Let the water wash up over your legs to get used to it. Sometimes it's cold."

It took a minute for the waves to come up to us, but eventually, they crashed over my feet. Warm. Not cold. Throwing a grin to Jacob, I ran out into the water. It was so clear I could see my feet. Small fish darted here and there around me. I dug my toes into the sand again, letting the waves push me back and forth.

I heard Jacob come up behind me. He stroked the back of his fingers up my arm. "So gorgeous. Your skin glows out here."

Turning in his arms, I tried to go up on my tiptoes, but sank in the sand a little. Jacob's hands gripped my hips to pull me up his body. We shared a deep, dizzying kiss, his hand fisted in my hair. It took a long moment to realize that he was walking further out. I figured it out when my hair started to stick to my skin from being wet. We both came up for air, foreheads resting against the other.

A heartbeat later, he grinned, wide and mischievous.

"Jacob?"

And then he tossed me. I squealed in the air before taking a deep breath and holding my nose. The warm water engulfed me, blanketing me. Coming up for air, my toes barely touched the bottom. My hair floated out around me. Turning around, I leaned back to float on my back.

I could totally get used to this for a while.

Until I felt arms wrap around my middle from underneath. Jacob pulled me under and then kissed me under the water. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he stood up. The moment our heads broke the surface, we pulled apart, gasping, blinking water out of our eyes. His hair was plastered to his face. My heavy hair wrapped around us, caught on his shoulders.

"I love you, Mrs. Black. I couldn't ask for a better honeymoon."

Giggling -I seemed to be doing that a lot-I kissed his lips. "I love you, too, Mr. Black. I couldn't ask for a better husband to spend it with."

For hours, we played out in the sun and sand. I collected all sorts of shells. We even saw dolphins. They'd come in close and swam around us, chattering happily. Once the excitement outside had tired me out, Jacob had made us dinner. I'd been teaching him how to cook something other than spaghetti. He'd grilled some chicken marinated in Italian dressing, mashed potatoes, and some seasoned rice.

That night, we made love on the most comfortable king-sized bed I'd ever laid on. I'd actually sank into it when Jacob had tossed me on it. The pillows were downy soft. Like laying on a cloud.

The bed had some sort of netting on it. Jacob guessed it had something to do with if we wanted to sleep with the door opened. When I'd gotten excited about that, he'd managed to get out of bed, on shaky legs, and pulled the netting all the way around the bed and opened the door.

He made love to me once more before we both curled around each other to fall asleep to the sounds of the waves breaking across the beach.

I really don't think I need to say anything. I'm just blissfully happy with this chapter. By the way, I know nothing of Hawaii, so don't shoot me if I got anything wrong. Still, please review?! I loves them so much. As I love all of you who stick with me! xoxoxoxo