Page 57 of I Do, or Dye Trying

“They’re a fun couple,” I told Gabe as we boarded the plane.

“Yes, they are,” he agreed. “Does that mean you’re going to invite them to Sunday dinners from now on?”

“I would invite them if they lived closer. My food is good, but I’m not sure anyone would drive from D.C. to Ohio for it,” I replied.

“I would,” Gabe said with a warm smile.

I had never been one to fall completely asleep on a plane, but I did take a few catnaps during the long flight to Honolulu. My husband didn’t have any problem falling asleep and staying that way. He snored softly through at least half the flight while I read an advanced copy of Chaz’s next book release, but I thought the sound was more endearing than annoying. I had hoped for some mile-high action, but neither of us took that risk.

Needless to say, Gabe’s steps were a bit peppier than mine after we retrieved our luggage, but that changed the minute I stepped outside the airport and into the brilliant sunlight. We might’ve traveled for more than twelve hours to get there, but it was only five o’clock in the evening due to the time change. The sunshine and the smell from the flowers in the lei I wore around my neck revived me.

We decided that we didn’t want to stay in a touristy part of Hawaii, so we rented a home that afforded us a lot of privacy. The house was a short drive from the beach and surrounded by lush landscaping, trees, and waterfalls that made us feel like we were in a private oasis. I had big plans for that waterfall, but it had to wait until after we returned home from dinner and grocery shopping.

I made a pitcher of sangria and carried it out to our private swimming pool where Gabe waited naked for me. I plopped my bare ass down on the chaise lounge chair beside his and poured us both a tall glass. “This is stunning,” I told him, looking at the pool that picked up the rays of the setting sun.

“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Gabe said huskily. I turned my head and found him watching me.

“Charmer,” I said.

“Honest,” he replied. “I’m looking forward to skinny dipping with my husband.”

“When can we expect his arrival?” I asked.

“I also have big plans for that sassy mouth. Drink up, Sunshine.” Gabe took a sip of his sangria and said, “Whew, that’s strong!”

I would’ve made fun of him, but he was telling the truth. I must’ve fucked up my measurements because that drink was going to my head quicker than Gabe’s kisses. My eyelids started getting heavy, and my body was warm all over by the fourth sip.

Gabe chuckled warmly beside me, causing goose bumps to pop up all over my skin. “Lightweight,” he said softly.

I fell asleep before I could argue and didn’t stir until Gabe lifted me off the lounger. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun had set completely, and the stars were out in full force.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I told him.

“For bed,” Gabe said humorously.

“It’s our first night here, and we need to have sex,” I protested when he laid me on the bed and covered me.

Gabe got in bed beside me and pulled me against him. His body heat was lulling me back to sleep already. “We’ll make up for it tomorrow,” he promised.

“K,” I said sleepily. “I’m going to ride your ass all over this bed.”

“Aw, you should’ve put that in your wedding vows,” Gabe remarked.

“Your level of snark is getting out of control,” I told him, but couldn’t keep the smile off my face.

“I learned from the master,” Gabe said.

“So did I,” I replied. We both knew I wasn’t talking about our personality traits. Gabe was the first man I topped and he’d be my only.

“Get some sleep because I have something special planned for us after you ride my ass all over the bed,” Gabe said, dropping a kiss on the top of my head.

We woke early the next morning feeling rested, and horny. I rode Gabe’s ass hard as promised then he took me on the most amazing day adventure after breakfast. The Big Island was known for having beaches with three different colors of sand—green, white, and black.

“I’ve planned day excursions to all of them,” he told me excitedly.

I didn’t know there was such a thing as green sand until I saw it with my own eyes. It was a damn good thing that Gabe fixed a hearty breakfast because getting to the green sands of Papakõlea wasn’t easy, but damn it was breathtaking.

We parked our rental car at a small harbor and hiked for a little over two miles before we reached the lava cliffs above Green Sand Beach. Our journey didn’t end there because we had to walk down the lava cliff on one side of the bay to reach the sand. It wasn’t a steep climb, but it was fucking exhilarating. I stripped down to my skimpy swim briefs—I mean the fabric was barely enough to cover my junk—and hit the water with my husband fast on my heels.