Chapter twenty- three:

We take our time driving home. We call our loved ones occasionally. On Monday night, Eric pulls up the driveway and parks my car. "We're home. Let's go see the family." He lets me out and we walk into the house, carrying six pizzas and some soda. The five of us have a movie night and go to bed.

I stretch out on our bed, after undressing. Eric lies down and pulls me into his arms. "Sleep well, my love. I will now that you are where you belong, in my arms and our bed." He yawns and falls asleep.

I wake to his erection poking me in the back. I turn over and lightly kiss his mouth, until I feel his arms tighten around me. "Morning, did I wake you?" He smirks.

"Actually, you did, but I don't mind." I drape my leg over his hip. He rolls on top of me and thrusts against me, grinding his cock into my clit. I moan. "You like me doing this? How about this?" Eric shifts my hips and grinds again. I shake, making him smile. "I love making you tremble for me." He whispers in my ear.

I shift positions and impale myself on him. "Turnabout is fair play, my dear." I ride him hard, I'm about to cum when he rolls me over and hammers my pussy until my walls grip him and milk his cock of all he'll give me.

"My God baby, what did I do to deserve you?" He groans into my neck, where his head landed. I laugh, "I don't know but I'm glad you did it." Eric lifts his head and grins. "I am too, honey. Let's get up; Mom wants to go shopping with you. Would you pick me up some shorts? I don't seem to have any."

Freyda was waiting for us when we got up. "Let's get a move on. I want to see this Dollar Store." I giggle at her. "You could have gone at any time, Mom."

"I wanted to go with you."

"Well, let's go. I need some stuff for the trip." When we walk in the store, Freyda sighs like she has gone to heaven. I swear she would have bought out the whole store. We get home for with some Greek take-out.

Eric and I pack our suitcases. "I am surprised that you only got me three pairs of shorts. If I had asked Mom, she would have gotten me five or six. Don't mistake me; I think it is a waste to buy that much." He packs some jeans and slacks, also.

"We are just staying for a week, how much are we actually going to need?" He looks at the three suitcases and my carryon.

I laugh at him. "Honey, I actually packed light. I just spread it into two cases because we might need the room for souvenirs. All I need is my one case and carryon."

"Always thinking ahead. I didn't think of that, thanks." He kisses my head.

Alcide drives us to the airport in the morning, to catch the 6am flight. We land in Honolulu and take a taxi to the hotel. Eric's parents made reservations for us at the Trump Hotel Waikiki, in a one bedroom deluxe suite. The place is huge. Three of our bedroom suites could have fit easily inside.

Once we unpack it is time to shower and get ready for dinner. The hotel is having a luau on the beach. Eric and I stuff ourselves on roast pork and I actually get him to try the poi. I took a picture of the face he makes, when I tell him what it is. We fall into bed around midnight and sleep until ten-thirty the next morning.

The week goes by rapidly with us lounging on the beach, helicopter tours of the island and doing the usual honeymoon activities.

Before we know it is time to board our flight back to the mainland. Alcide picks us up in Memphis and we drive back to the ranch. It is dark when we get back home and into bed. We make plans to go to Wal-Mart and develop our pictures.

I open the mailbox when we get home from the superstore, and laugh at the note that Hadley sent me. Sophie has come up pregnant. It is Bill's. Eric says it serves him and the Bellefluers right for the way that they treated us. I hand him the paperwork from the steakhouse. Tara had asked me for any ideas for improving numbers. Eric opens the envelope; it is a check for a thousand dollars. The note says that it is the take from a thank you bucket that the patrons put up on the bar. "Take that woman of yours out on us, Your friends from Buffalo."

Eric takes the advice to heart and tells me to dress up. "We are tempting fate, but I am going to get this right. I am taking you out and we will have a good time, even if it kills me." He chuckles ruefully.

So I take a shower and put on my best dress, second only to my wedding dress. It is black with red slashes here and there. It is tight and comes to mid-thigh; the neck goes down to show off the bounty that I was gifted with. The back vees past my shoulder blades. I pair it with my red four inch heels and add silver shadow to my eyes with heavy black liner and mascara, my lips get a wash of red lipstick and I pull my hair up off my shoulders and wind it into an intricate twist. I add a bright red flower clip and walk out of the room. Eric has donned a black suit with a black shirt and a red tie. He is shining his wingtips when I step into the bedroom.

He looks up and gasps. 'I have been blessed with a goddess and she is all mine.' "Sookie, you are beautiful. Let's get going." He stands and takes my hand. I still feel that little shot of electricity when he does. We drive into Memphis and head to Beale St. We walk the street and end up at a little hole in the wall jazz club. After covering myself with a plethora of napkins and getting made fun of by my loving husband and the nice waitress, I order some barbeque. Eric nods his head and tells me that he figured, then orders a steak and potato plate. The food is great and on time. Once he pays, he leads me out and into another club. There is a live jazz band playing and Eric pulls me onto the dance floor and into his arms. We stay on our little corner of the floor and dance for five songs until my feet start screaming for a break. I mention it to him and he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me to some seats. Eric sits and places me in his lap. "Is this better, love?"

I nod and we listen to the music for a couple hours. He starts to say that the date was going well, when I roll my eyes. "You just jinxed it."

"Why?" He asks, snuggling me in closer. I point to the door. Bill just walked in with Sophie. Eric groans into my neck. Lucky for us, we are semi- concealed by the dark interior of the club. They never see us walk out of the club. Eric drives us home and carries me up to our room. It is after midnight and we try not to make any more noise that we need to. I walk into the bathroom and strip out of the dress and my underwear and throw on one of his tanks, the thing reaches to my mid-thigh and I walk out to see that he is waiting on the bed with a bottle in his hand.

"Lay down Sook. I want to do something else for you." He beckons me over and I lay down in the middle of the bed. He takes the shirt off, laughing that it hangs that much on me. Compared to him, I am short. He must have had Viking in his blood or something. I feel a warm liquid hit my back and it starts to warm even more as he spreads it over my back. I moan as he works the kinks from my back and shoulders. 'Baby, if you keep that up, we will be doing something else.' He chuckles as I bite my lip. "What you don't want me tonight? I'm crushed." Then he leans down and whispers in my ear. "Don't worry, I'm beat also. We have a long day tomorrow. Our appointment with the architect is at eleven. Let's get some sleep. I love you, baby." He pats me dry of oil with a towel and gathers me close. "Goodnight." He yawns and turns out the light.

I wake under my husband's bulk and like the first morning here, I have to trail my hand down his stomach. He smiles at me and loosens his grip on me. "That brings back some good memories. The first time that I made you come. Now that is a good memory. Want to relive it?"

'Yes!'