“Well, a travel agent I know got us a great deal—but we'd have to leave on Christmas Eve.”
Yet another stunner from this man.
“You want to spend the holidays away from your family?” I asked. He and his boys were so close, just like my kids and me. But we hadn’t gotten together for Christmas in years. Isa still lived in Dallas and stayed on campus over the holidays so she could be a support to students who had families out of town. Enzo was finally back in Cottonwood Falls now, but he was seeing someone new and would spend the holidays with her family this year. He’d already warned me.
But Gray said, “I’ve spent over sixty years of my life celebrating Christmas with my family—either with my parents or my wife and children—but I have never gotten a Christmas alone to celebrate you. That’s what I want to do this year. I want a trip just for the two of us, one where we can go and be alone and enjoy ourselves. What do you say?”
I smiled at him in disbelief, but also happiness. It sounded amazing—time for him and me to be together without the distractions of work, the ranch, or family. “I’d love that,” I answered honestly.
He reached across the table, squeezing my hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of my knuckles. That gesture settled me in a way very few things could.
“I'll call my travel agent and get it booked today,” he promised.
And he followed through on that promise, because we were now shuffling through the line with all sorts of people. Even asa waitress in a busy diner, I’d never seen so many people in my life. Gray told me this boat could hold around 6,000—which was almost as many as the whole town of Cottonwood Falls. I imagined our entire city climbing onto a boat and smiled to myself. Now that would be a party.
For the amount of people, they moved us through quickly. Soon, we were stepping onto the main level, and the first thing I thought was “opulent.” There was a multi-story-tall art display, people singing, and a glittering bar filled with all sorts of drinks. And that was just this main level. Imagine what the rest of the boat had in store.
Someone spoke over the speaker system, telling us to meet at our muster stations, which they explained was a place to prepare for emergencies. I squeezed Gray’s hand, a little nervous at the thought of an emergency on a cruise ship. We'd all seen Titanic at this point, hadn’t we?
But he didn’t seem bothered.
He said, “Let’s go to the muster station and then check out our room?”
I nodded excitedly.
2
GRAY
I usedthe little key card on my lanyard to let us into the suite. The room was on a lower level, which made me a little nervous, but the travel agent promised we’d hardly notice. But when we got inside, I realized she was right. Even though the room was small, it had enough space for a queen-size bed, a small desk, a bathroom, and even some closet space.
The bed had two towels folded up like swans facing each other surrounded by a heart of rose petals
Aggie covered her mouth but still couldn't hide the smile in her eyes. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” she said. “How did you do this?”
“I told them it was our honeymoon, because every day with you is.” I grinned at her, drawing her closer and holding her. “I'm excited to have seven days with you in this room.”
She bit her lip, looking up at me with a twinkle in her eye. “Well, this room and the rest of the boat, right?”
I chuckled. “Not if I have my way.”
She laughed in return. “It would be a shame to miss Jamaica.”
I tilted my head to the side in consideration. “I suppose we can leave the room for Jamaica.”
She smiled up at me, then tugged me down to kiss me deeply. With the fervor of her kiss, we soon found our way onto the mattress. My cock stiffened at her weight on top of me. Even though we'd been married for almost a year, it felt just as special as the day we'd gotten married. I ran my hand down her side, kissing her deeply, loving the way her body felt pressed against mine.
“Time for your first Christmas present,” I murmured against her lips.
She smiled against my kiss. “What would that be?”
In answer, I shifted us so I was on top, then lowered myself, lifting the hem of her flowy skirt and tugging her panties aside. She gasped slightly, even as she spread her legs for me to gain access. Her pussy waited for me, fucking perfect. I slid my tongue along her slit, loving the way her thick thighs shivered against my ears.
“God, I love the taste of you,” I told her.
She reached down, running her fingers through my hair. “Taste as much as you want.”
My lips twitched into a salacious grin for just a second until my mouth was on her again. Every moan that escaped her mouth, every twitch of her fingers in my hair, every buck of her hips, encouraged me more. Turned me on until my cock was hard and begging to be inside her.
