“Krystal? It’s only been a few days, but I can’t have another day go by without knowing, without asking if you’ll be mine every day from now on. Not just as my friend, my lover, or the mother of my children. But as my wife. As my equal. Krystal Newland, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
Lifting the lid on the box, I hear my dad curse and then yelp in pain again as he strains to lean over and see.
“I do,” I hear myself tell James. “I mean… yes. Yes!”
“Of course she does,” my dad barks. “Now get me up out of this damned bed, I’ve got a town to run.”
“Yes,” I tell James again softly as he slides the ring onto my finger, kissing me tenderly.
I’ve never seen a real diamond before, but something about the way this one’s light dances in his eyes tells me I’d better get used to seeing a whole lot more of them from now on.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
James
“Well, you voted on it counselor. I suggest you take it up with the deputy Mayor… Nope. Can’t do it, on vacation,” I tell him before hanging up.
Krystal laughs, suggesting I switch off my phone for the rest of the day.
“That’s two calls already, one from your business manager and one from your Town counselor. That’s plenty of work for one day,” she reasons.
And she’s right.
I put my phone on mute and ask what she’d like for lunch as I get up from the lounge by the pool.
Turning my head back I have to prompt her again. “Food Krystal, what would you like for food lunch, not my ass lunch,” I tease her, watching her bite a straw as she looks over her sunglasses at my rear end.
Something I know she never gets tired of, and I only wear these skimpy speedos because I insist on watching her ass every minute of the day, every chance I get too.
“I’ll leave it up to you then,” she sighs, pretending to go back to her magazine, but I can feel her eyes on me as I walk around the pool to the hotel phone for room service.
I wasn’t kidding when I said we’re on vacation, honeymoon, whatever you want to call it.
Once I popped the question, Bob Newland was only in agreement if he could marry us that week. His first civic duty as deputy Mayor after leaving the hospital.
In six months it’ll be election time again, and everyone will vote him in properly, just like they should.
But this is our life now. Krystal and me.
Just us and a whole lot of not much else going on unless Krystal really wants to be somewhere, do something or see someplace else.
We traveled for the first few months, but it seemed to tire Krystal out after a while, especially lately, so we’ve stopped here for a while.
I’ve tried it before when I was by myself. Travel that is, doing nothing all day. Drove me nuts. Nothing but money in the bank and time on my hands, I nearly went mad.
But with Krystal, with a willing accomplice to the life I know we both enjoy together, it makes it special.
“Surprise us, Marco,” I tell the chef, hanging up to the sounds of his enthusiasm bubbling over.
“Be thirty minutes,” I tell Krystal, blocking her sun as I stand over her, feeling my speedo starting to bulge as my eyes follow the curves of her legs, right up to her thick thighs.
“Move your shirt,” I tell her, and she makes a face.
“Move your shirt, show me what I want,” I demand gently.
“I’m getting too fat, James. Don’t make me strip outside, you know it’s embarrassing.”
I straddle her banana lounge, feeling my own arousal stretching over the top of my swimwear, making her take a sharp breath in as she spots it.
Unable to resist, her hands reach out as mine busies themselves unbuttoning her shirt.
“Half an hour, huh?” she shivers, circling the tip of my leaking cock with her forefinger before tasting it.
“Twenty-nine and a half minutes” I counter, and her purr of delight is all the encouragement I need.
I lift her up and carry her over to the lounge, lifting one of her legs and resting it on the back of the lounge as I peel her swimsuit to one side.
I know we won’t be disturbed.
Penthouse suite, rooftop pool, no building even high enough for anyone to see us.
But something’s not the same with my Krystal today.
She’s up for our regular lovemaking, but she seems… preoccupied.
“What is it, baby?” I ask her, noticing her tense up when I ask.
That word, I call her baby all the time, just lately she freezes every time I say it.
“What?” I ask, chuckling softly, walking my fingers up the inside of her thigh.
She nods, looking shy all of a sudden.