Page 67 of Notes About Vodka (Happily Ever After Hangover #1)

Eventually, we leave Schooners, walking hand in hand down the beach, the moonlight casting a silver glow across the sand.

The air is cool, the waves lapping gently at our feet as we make our way back to the condo where everyone is staying.

Val slips his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I lean into him, resting my head against his shoulder.

“So, Mrs. Zaitseva,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of warmth. “How was your day?”

I laugh softly, lifting my head to look at him. “Perfect,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Absolutely perfect.”

He leans down, pressing his lips to mine, and it’s soft, slow, filled with all the love we’ve ever felt for each other. The sound of the ocean surrounds us, the stars shining down, and it feels like everything we’ve ever dreamed of has come true.

We reach the condo, and the sounds of laughter still spill out from inside. Skipper is leading a game of charades, his exaggerated gestures causing an uproar of laughter. Val and I sneak in quietly, not wanting to disturb the fun but happy to just watch our friends enjoy themselves.

“Think they’ll notice if we disappear?” Val whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

I smile, shaking my head. “Probably not. But let’s stay for a bit. I like seeing them like this.”

He nods, pulling me closer as we find a spot on the edge of the room, watching as Skipper dramatically pretends to be a flamingo.

Rhea is laughing so hard she’s crying, and Sebastian is trying to guess between fits of laughter.

The warmth of the room, the love of our friends, the man beside me—it’s everything I could have ever wanted.

Eventually, the night winds down, and one by one, our friends head to bed.

Val and I step outside onto the balcony, the warm ocean breeze brushing against our skin.

The gulf stretches out before us. Dark and endless to water reflects the full moon, causing the world around us to be brighter than it should be.

I lean against the railing, taking it all in.

Val comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I love you,” he says softly, his voice almost lost in the sound of the waves.

I close my eyes, leaning back against him. “I love you, too.”

Val pulls me away from the railing.

“Hop up here,” he says, helping me into a tall chair.

Val steps in between my legs, reaching under the dress I’m wearing for my underwear.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Creating a moment worth remembering with my wife,” he replies as he leans in to kiss me. I know then exactly what he wants and I want it too.

I help him wiggle off my panties and reach for the edge of his pants as he strokes his fingers through my ready and wet pussy.

“Val,” I moan when two fingers slip inside me. He curves them, rubbing the bundle of nerves that sets me off every time.

“Come for me, Laura.”

“But everyone will hear.”

“Let them.”

His thumb starts to massage my clit in my favorite motions and I’m done. I come on his hand, my pussy clenching his fingers, wanting more.

Val pulls his fingers out of me and I watch him start to lick them clean.

It’s so fucking sexy as those dark brown eyes look into mine.

I shudder when he brings the fingers to my lips so I can lick the rest of me off him.

The salty earthiness of my taste is only heightened when Val’s tongue replaces his fingers.

I suck the muscle into my mouth, loving how he knows just how to kiss me when I need it.

And now I need him kissing my mouth like I want him fucking my pussy. Good, long, and hard.

I hear Val’s pants fall to the balcony floor, the metal belt buckle scraping on the concrete as he kicks them to the side .

I reach between us, his dick ready and already pointing towards its home, me.

Breaking the kiss, I look down, smiling when I see the bead of pre-cum already leaking out.

“Valerie,” I whisper.

“You and that damned nickname.”

“You love it.”

“I do, moya lubit, I really do.”

I lean forward as Val lifts on his toes, taking a quick lick off the top of his dick before I take the head into my mouth. He always tastes like the rain. Refreshing. But with the spice of citrus and vodka.

Val doesn’t let me suck long. Pushing me up in the chair, he grabs my hips, pulling my ass as forward as possible without me falling out of the chair.

He lines us up and looking into my eyes, slams into me all the way.

I cry out. There’s a brief moment of pain that morphs into a pleasure so divine. I claw out, grasping on to Val as he slides out only to slam back in, quick and hard. He holds himself inside for a moment before slowly gliding out and then slamming in again and again.

The force at which he starts to take me rocks the chair, the balcony window that connects to our bedroom.

I know everyone inside can hear what we are doing. Not just the slapping of skin, but the sounds coming from me.

I’m begging, for more, for less, for it all. Val’s name leaves my lips as if they are a prayer.

He gives everything to me. I come and he pauses long enough for me to crest to the peak of my climax before he’s moving faster, harder.

“Laura, you are always so fucking tight baby. The way you clench me. I’ll never tire of this. Fuck, Laura, I love you. ”

“I love you, too,” I barely manage to gasp out.

I thought Val could move fast, but he’s up the turbo engine of his own body. The pleasure burns through me, lighting me on fire. I’m soaring above the clouds, the waters of the gulf below me. Our future on the horizon.

Glass shatters behind me.

But I don’t care because Val is pushing me into another orgasm.

“We have insurance on the condo,” Val breathes into my ear.

“Then wreck me,” is all I can reply before Val does just that.

In a chair, on the 8 th floor corner condo balcony, overlooking my beloved Gulf of Mexico, I fracture around Val only for him to rebuild me, put me back in one piece as we come together, and he fills me completely.

The next morning I don’t even mind the teasing that turns me red from the wedding party because if they had experienced that moment, they wouldn’t care either.