Moore Than Forever (31 page)

“She’s pretty intense,” Mia said to him with a laugh.

“Very serious,” he agreed.

Mia nodded, “She’s too young to be that serious. I’d love to see her loosen up and have some fun.”

I’d like to be the one to show it to her, thought Zac, and surprisingly, his thoughts were not all sexual.

Chapter Fifty-nine

Schooner and Mia bid the last of the guests goodnight, as people headed back to their rooms. Left outside, filling one table, was their core inner circle, Seth, Kami, Gaby, Charles, Yoli, Debbie and now much to Seth’s delight, Henry, who Mia could not stop touching as if he were a ghost that had materialized.

“What are you smiling at?” Mia asked Schooner.

“This group.”

Smiling, she nodded slightly, knowing exactly what he was saying. “This was quite a surprise,” she squeezed Henry’s shoulder.

“The first of many, my love,” he teased.

“Do tell,” Mia wanted to wrangle it out of him.

Raising his scotch glass to his lips, he looked at her over the rim, eyes smiling playfully, “Not a chance.”

“You know I hate surprises.”

“Tough darts,” he laughed.

“So where are you going on your honeymoon?” Debbie joined in, the perfect shill.

“That’s a great question,” Mia gave Debbie props.

Schooner remained silent, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Turning to Charles, Mia pointed a finger at him, “You know. I know you know.”

He nodded, “You’re right, Meezie. I do know. Doesn’t mean I’m telling you.”

“You suck. You all suck,” Mia looked around the table. “Just promise me this, someone is packing the right things for me.” Turning to Seth, “Do not let them forget my tweezers.”

All the women at the table laughed and the men looked at one other totally baffled.

“Ok, whoever is on packing duty and I know it’s one of you,” she pointed to all the men at the table. “Tweezers. Seriously. Or my wrath will be legendary.”

Heading down the dimly lit path to their cottage, “This was a really nice night,” Schooner remarked, his arm dropping from Mia’s shoulder to her ass as he started inching up the lace fabric and sliding his hand underneath, “and it’s about to get nicer.”

Moonlighting placed in the taller trees provided a soft glow to an already ethereal setting.

“C’mere you,” Schooner pulled Mia slightly off the path, backing her up to the rough, gray trunk of a Wild Black Cherry tree, a scattering of freshly turned yellow leaves underfoot. Taking her face in both of his hands, he smiled down on her, “It’s your last night as a single woman. Any regrets?”

Mia shook her head, “Only that the internet didn’t happen sooner, so we would’ve been able to find one another before any significant amount of time had passed.”

Pushing her hair from her face, he bent down, his lips gently grazing hers, his kiss soft and sweet. Just the tickle of his lips made the familiar ache between her legs intensify. She wanted to feel his body cover and claim hers.

“Hey, why don’t we go grab one of those mattress cabana things on the beach,” he pulled her away from the tree.

Taking off their shoes, they headed out on the sand toward the shoreline. Stopping at one of the tan colored portable cabanas that dotted the beach, Schooner and Mia undid the ties letting the curtains surround the mattress on all sides, except the one facing the ocean. As they climbed into the queen mattress sized enclosure, Schooner immediately slid Mia underneath him, his hand pushing her black lace dress up to her waist.

“The only thing I could think about all evening was your wet pussy underneath this dress and I how I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on it.”

“Please don’t let me stop you,” Mia teasingly pushed his head.

Running his hands from the insides of her knees slowly up her thighs and pressing outward, he spread her wide, letting the cool night air lick her wetness. Slowly, he ran his hands back down the insides of her thighs until he felt goose bumps rise on her skin. The late September night air was chilly and he wanted her hot, wet pussy to cool down.

Taking a finger, he ran it up her wet slit, dipping it into her, before pulling it out and slowly licking his finger.

“Mmm,” was all he said, and he pushed her legs further apart, burying his face in her.

“I love when you go down on me,” her fingers were combing through his thick hair as she pressed herself harder against his face.

Pulling away slightly, the tip of his pointed tongue gently traveled up her pussy until he reached her clit, licking all around it in a slow, sweeping motion.

“Oh God, that feels so good. More.”

His tongue moved back, lapping up the wetness and with both hands, he spread her wide, and began to suck.

“Fuck,” she screamed, “oh fuck, Schooner.” Pressing his head into her harder, she thrust into his face and tongue, desperately trying to get herself off. Tightly wrapping her legs around his head, she began to quake around his face.

When her tremors subsided, he looked up at her, shit eating grin on his face and sang, “Baby Girl, I want to marry you,” as he undid his pants and kicked them off.

“I think the song is little girl not baby girl.”

Climbing up her body and pinning her beneath him, a hand trapped on either side of her head, “Excuse me, who’s The Boss?”

Her lips started forming a Br sound.

“Who’s The Boss?” he repeated, spreading her legs with his and pushing deep into her.

“You,” she croaked.

“That’s right and I say the song is Baby Girl, I want to marry you,” he sang again.

“Whatever you say, Boss,” she smiled and wrapped her legs around him, pressing his ass with her feet to get him deeper into her.

“So this may be your last time having sex as a single woman, unless I decide to fuck you in the morning,” he smiled down at her.

“What if I have a headache?” she hit him with a devil grin.

“Then I’ll let you blow me.”

“You’ll let me, huh?”

He nodded, smiling, a lock of dirty blonde hair falling down on his forehead.

“I’m just that kind of guy,” he laughed.

Smiling at each other in the dark night, just the glow of the moon illuminating a path along the ocean, they rocked together with a slow, easy rhythm feeling every luxurious inch of one another.

“You feel so good inside of me,” she sought his lips, tasting herself on them and licking them with the tip of her tongue. “Harder,” she urged him on.

“Like this?” and he rammed into her repeatedly.

“Yes,” her voice quivered as her muscles clamped down hard on his cock milking everything out of him.

Moving his cheek against hers he took a few deep breaths filling his lungs up with the cool night air and whispered, “I promise I’ll love you forever.”

“That’s not long enough,” she whispered back, holding his head against her tight.

“God, you’re a greedy little thing,” he was smiling into her ear.

“Yes, I am. And I want you to love me for more than forever.”

“It’s a deal, Baby Girl.”

Chapter Sixty

“The kids are taken care of?” it was a question. “Who’s watching the kids?” Mia was stressing as the stylist coiled her curls into an updo, pinning each one with a tiny white rose and seed pearl bobby pin.

“The kids are fine,” Lois reassured her, “and your father and I will be staying with them while you are gone.”

“How long will you be there?” Mia pressed.

“Do you think I’m going to fall for that? Let your husband tell you when he’s ready,” her mother was not going to be the one to share Schooner’s secret plans.

“I don’t have a husband,” Mia sulked.

“Keep that up and you won’t, BBC,” Seth’s nerves were starting to get the best of him.

“Can I open this?” Joni picked up a bottle of champagne. “I think we all need this.”

“Please do,” was the resounding chorus from those in the suite having hair and makeup done.

Pouring glasses for Mia, Lois, Seth, Kami, Dee and herself, Joni raised a glass, “To marrying the love of your life. He was always in your heart and now he’ll always be in your arms.”

Mia’s eyes filled with tears and Seth pointed a finger at her. “Don’t,” was his single word command.

There was a knock at the door and Kami got up to open it. Holly was there with Nathaniel and Portia.

“Mommy, you look so pretty,” Portia came running in.

“Dad said he’ll meet you back at the cottage when you’re ready,” Holly delivered Schooner’s message and poured herself a glass of champagne. “Ah, so this is where the fun is.”

“Big fun. Now drink up,” Seth said to Holly, “you’re next,” pointing to the stylist’s chair. “Come here, Portia, I’ll put some make-up on you,” the little girl ran to Seth.

“I miss them already,” Mia mumbled.

“You will be taking vacations with them for the next twenty years. Trust me, enjoy this one. You deserve a honeymoon,” Joni spoke from experience.

“So where is your dad taking me?” Mia asked Holly in the mirror.

Laughing, “I’ve only had one glass of champagne, Mia. I’m not falling for that.”

“You will all pay for this, I promise you.” Mia glared at them in the mirror.

Refilling her champagne glass, Seth leveled her a glance, “Drink up, Bridezilla, before we all drag you out to the ocean and drown you.”

“Hey Gorgeous,” he greeted her with his real smile when she entered the cottage.

“Hey Handsome,” she went to him for a kiss.

Laughing, “You look stressed, Baby Girl.”

“You have everything covered with the kids while we’re gone?”

“Mia,” he looked into her eyes with an ‘Are you serious?’ look.

“Of course you do. I’m just stressing,” she threw herself down on the couch, dramatically.

Picking up a bottle of champagne, “Everything is taken care of, now just enjoy yourself. This is our party, there’s nothing for us to do besides have a good time.”

Handing her the champagne, he smiled, “I have something for you.”

“Funny, because I have something for you, too.” She put down the champagne and went into the bedroom emerging with a box wrapped in silver foil paper topped with a sapphire blue ribbon.

“You go first,” he urged and she handed him the box.

Carefully, he removed the paper and opened the rectangular box, his eyes crinkling with his smile. Removing the object, he held it up to his nose, breathing in the heady aroma of hand-hewn leather. Turning it over in his hands, running his thumbs over the vintage distressed leather, Schooner marveled at the craftsmanship of the leather-bound travel journal, but what amazed him most, was the silver clasp with the leather ties wrapped around it. Anchoring the book, to keep it closed was a sterling silver replica of True Compass.

“Wow,” looking up at her speechless. Unwinding the straps he opened the journal. In neat handwriting were pages that had been filled in with a fountain pen.

“It’s some poems and things that I’ve written over the years. Things about you and my journey back to you. The rest is blank. It’s for the journey we haven’t written yet.”