Alright gang, last random post before I come back for real on Sunday! Sunday will kick off a full week of posts. I love everyone's requests and will do my best to accommodate as many as possible. I'm really excited about a three-part series of some more of Liv's backstory that I'm working on, so you have that to look forward to. There will be lots of perspective posts next week, and a few regular storyline posts as well. Then things will fall back to normal with 2-3 posts a week. I haven't decided yet if I want to/can go back to 3 posts a week regularly, but we should be good to go for at least two a week. And let's be real, posting bonuses is pretty much my favorite thing to do.
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We ended up falling asleep like that, stretched across the bed sideways. I don't even know how either of us could be tired enough, but being out in the sun will do that, I guess. When we woke up, it was midafternoon and we decided to check out the pool closest to our room.
We dropped our stuff in the last empty shaded spot next to the pool, and I pulled my dress over my head. I followed Brody over to the pool and down the stairs. I was surprised to find the water was pleasantly cool. Just cool enough to be refreshing without being shockingly cold. I stepped off the last step and took a few steps forward before bending my knees to submerge myself to my shoulders. Then I ducked under the surface quickly and bobbed back up, smoothing my now wet hair away from my face.
We stayed in the water for about a half hour, then got out and dried off. It was ridiculously hot and I was glad to have snagged a shaded spot as we settled down in our chairs. Brody and I people watched and chatted for about a half hour before he got back in the pool and I pulled out my Kindle. We hung out by the pool until it was time to get ready to go have dinner.
I showered, dried my hair, and put on just a little makeup before searching through my suitcase for a dress. When I was finished getting ready, I wandered out to the sitting area, where Brody was flipping through the TV channels randomly. He stood up and smiled broadly when I came into the room. "You look beautiful," he said, kissing me.
I blushed, my stomach fluttering like it still did from time to time when he looked at me like that and told me I was beautiful. "Thank you. You look pretty good yourself." He chuckled and brushed his thumb across my warm, flushed cheek.
We walked hand in hand across the resort to the restaurant we'd chosen for dinner. It was a little late for dinner, so they weren't too busy anymore and we got a table after just a short wait. We sipped our drinks while we waited for our food, and discussed what we wanted to do that evening. The resort had several bars, including a sports bar and a club-type bar, plus various live entertainment, but we decided tonight we'd just head back to the room. Neither of us were feeling terribly social. In fact, I think we were both probably still unwinding a little.
The service at the restaurant was agonizingly slow, but I didn't mind much. We didn't have anywhere to be, after all. When we left the restaurant I was surprised to find it was nearly dark. We took a detour down to the dark, deserted beach and wandered back slowly.
When we got back to our room, Brody kicked his shoes off and sat on the couch, then tugged me down next to him. He slid his fingers along my jawbone and then curled them around the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. I kissed him hungrily. Maybe the ocean air was an aphrodisiac, or maybe it was because we were both finally relaxed and without distractions, but I couldn't get enough of him.
He clearly felt the same. He traced his fingers over my shoulder and across my collarbone, then dragged them lightly over the tops of my breasts, which were barely accessible with the fairly modest neckline of my dress. I shivered slightly and leaned into his touch. His hand slipped around to the back of the dress, looking for the zipper. When he didn't find it, he pulled his lips from mine and said, "Take this off." I was happy to follow that direction, and I stood and pulled down the zipper that was hiding under my arm. "That's a terrible place for a zipper," Brody said, smirking as I stepped out of the dress.
"No, it's a great place for a zipper, because I can actually get dressed without help," I pointed out. He shrugged, clearly not interested in zippers that I could zip by myself when it meant it impeded his ability to undress me. I reached behind my back to unhook my bra but he shook his head and pulled me down onto his lap.
"Hold on, not fair," I quipped, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He let me unbutton them then he leaned forward slightly and pulled it off. I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders before leaning forward to kiss him again. His fingers slipped across my skin, tracing the outline of my bra before he finally unhooked it. I shook it off my arms and dropped it to the floor. I flushed as Brody's eyes left my face and drifted over my body before he kissed me again.
He shifted me to the side and I laid across the couch. He hooked his fingers under the lace of my thong and dragged it slowly down my hips and thighs. I pulled my legs out of it and kicked it to the side. He knelt between my knees and his gaze traveled the entire length of my body again. I shivered when he ran his hands up my legs and then stood to take his shorts off. He left his boxers on and settled back between my knees, lowering himself above me to kiss me. He avoided my lips and instead kissed my cheek, along my jaw, and down to my neck. "You're beautiful," he said softly near my ear before sucking gently on my earlobe. "It was torture looking at you in that bikini all day and having to keep my hands to myself." I sighed and turned my head to the side so he had easier access to my neck.
Brody continued kissing and nibbling on my neck as his fingers brushed across my breasts. His lips were making their way back up to mine as he slid one hand down my side and to my hip. I winced when that hand found its way between my legs. Even with as turned on as I was, my body was still protesting the idea of having sex for the fourth time in just over 24 hours. Brody must have been watching my face, because he immediately withdrew his hand and brought it back up to my breasts.
I groaned in frustration, but my frustration didn't last long because he quickly shifted towards my feet and scooted to the end of the couch. He settled between my thighs and trailed light kisses from my right knee up to the top of my inner thigh. His tongue moved gently over my skin and I moaned softly. "Better?" he asked, looking up at me. I nodded and he returned his tongue to me, increasing the pressure until I was moaning and squirming under him. After I recovered, I gladly returned the favor and we cuddled on the couch until Brody suggested we try the hot tub on the balcony.
I wrinkled my nose. "Do you know how many people have probably had sex in that thing?" I asked him.
He laughed. "Do you know how many people have probably had sex on this couch?" he retorted. I considered that for a second, and then he said, "At least they probably clean the hot tub."
"Good point," I replied. That was enough to get me off the couch and into a (dry) bikini. Brody called room service and ordered a bottle of wine to the room, which was a pretty sweet perk, even with the "delivery fee". I let Brody figure out how the hot tub worked, and quickly pulled a robe on when there was a knock at the door. I was surprised at how quickly they arrived with the wine--it had only been about 15 minutes. They delivered our requested Pinot Grigio chilled and with two wine glasses. The employee showed me the bottle and when I nodded approval he opened it and poured me a small sample. I took a sip and smiled. "It's great, thank you," I replied.
"Very good," he replied. After he left, I grabbed both glasses and the bottle and headed out to the balcony.
"That was quick," Brody commented, nodding at the wine. I poured two glasses and handed them both to him after he had climbed into the tub. I climbed in after him and took my glass from him after I got settled. "You're too far away," he complained.
I looked at the 4 or 5 inches of space between us then back up at him. "You're not tired of touching me yet?" I teased, closing the tiny gap between us and settling against him as he put his arm around me.
"Not yet," he replied. "Maybe tomorrow, though." The wind had picked up a little, and while we were sheltered from it here on our balcony, the waves were louder than they had been earlier. I relaxed against Brody and enjoyed my glass of wine. When we had finished our glasses, Brody climbed out of the tub and brought the bottle back over. He filled up both our glasses and set the empty bottle back on the small table.
When we finished our wine, we got out, dried off, and went back inside. The air conditioned air was cold on my damp, bare skin, and I shivered and pulled the robe back on. Brody wasn't ready for bed and I didn't want to go bed by myself, so I joined him in the living room of the suite after we'd both changed into dry clothes.
He turned the TV on and found VH1 was playing late 90s and early 2000s music videos (in English). I laid on the couch with my head in his lap and we made fun of the boy band fashion. I freed my hair from its topknot prison and Brody's hand immediately went to my head, his fingers massaging my scalp and sliding through my hair, pausing to carefully untangle any knotted strands. Soon his fingers were sliding easily through my hair without hitting any tangles, and my eyelids got heavy.
I woke up in the bed and was reasonably certain I hadn't gotten there under my own power. Brody was asleep next to me and I rolled over to face him and moved my arm over until it rested against his. Then I fell back asleep.
In the morning, I woke up before Brody. I resisted the urge to run my fingertips across his cheekbones. My eyes fell to his exposed torso, and I read the words of the stanza of the poem dedicated to his sister across his ribs. I thought back to the first time I'd really read it: the morning after the first night we spent together. Little had I known that I'd be waking up next to him in a luxury suite in Mexico nine months later.
When I let my eyes drift from his tattoo back up to his face, I saw he was awake. He was watching me with sleepy eyes, those strange and beautiful light green eyes that I loved. "Good morning," I said softly, smiling.
He smiled back, sleepily, and shook his head. "Not morning enough," he said. He rolled onto his side and motioned to me. I scooted over and rolled onto my side, relaxing against him as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in close to him. I wasn't sleepy anymore, but I was content to lay here for a little longer.
We didn't feel like getting dressed and going out to get breakfast, so we ordered room service. We laid in bed until our food arrived. Then the rest of the day was spent in a similar fashion to the day before.
"Are you getting bored?" Brody asked me later that evening.
"No," I replied truthfully. "Are you?"
"Not at all," he said. "We could think about doing something off the resort at some point though, if you wanted to."
"It honestly doesn't matter to me," I said. "I might change my mind in a couple days, but for now I'm perfectly happy to lay by the pool or on the beach most of the day." He agreed and we decided to play it by ear.
On Thursday Brody decided he wanted to find something to do, so we booked a snorkeling trip. We spent the afternoon snorkeling in the clear water and once I got over my fear of everything that moved, it was a lot of fun. When we got back, we took a lazy nap in the hammock on the terrace together, then went to dinner. After dinner we decided to check out one of the resort's bars. It was crowded and we didn't stay long, but we did have a conversation with a young married couple from Miami. It was fun to watch Brody get excited talking about the city he'd lived in for so long.
As we walked back to our room, I asked, "Do you ever wish you still lived in Miami, or want to move back?"
"What?" he asked, sounding surprised. "No way. Why?"
I shrugged. "You just looked really happy talking about Miami. I was curious."
"Ah," he replied, nodding. "I loved Miami; I still love Miami. But now I just love to visit. Miami and I don't really fit well together anymore."
"More of a bachelor city?" I asked with a smirk.
"Yes," he agreed, laughing. "Definitely more a bachelor city. Plus I always missed the changing seasons, and even the snow. And the mountains."
When we got back to our room, Brody flopped onto the couch and said, "I can't believe we only have two more days. I'm not ready."
"Shhhh," I said. "If you don't acknowledge it, it won't happen." I climbed onto the couch, straddling his hips and looking down at him.
He grinned up at me, then sat up and rested his hands on my waist. "And this is one of the reasons I'm not ready," he said, his voice low. "I'm thoroughly enjoying having sex with you whenever we want."
"Who said we're having sex?" I said innocently. "You're just taking up the entire couch and there's nowhere for me to sit." Brody looked around the room, his gaze lingering pointedly on the two arm chairs and the three chairs at the table. "Oh, right," I said. "Well, since I'm here..." I leaned forward and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my back and laid back down, pulling me down with him. His hands slid down my back, over my ass, and down my legs. Then they slid back up the backs of my thighs, slipping under my dress as they went.
"I like all these dresses," Brody said as his fingers brushed along the edge of my underwear. "It makes things so easy."
"Except when you can't find the zipper," I said with a smirk as his lips moved to my neck. I laughed as he playfully nipped my neck, then groaned as his fingers got closer to where I wanted them. We had playful, fun sex, then shifted around so we could lay next to each other on the couch.
"It's going to be really hard to go back to work and being busy," I said. "I'm really enjoying spending all this time with you."
"I know," Brody said. His hand found mine and he wove his fingers between mine. "I am too. And it's probably going to be crazy when I get back." I nodded and tried to press myself closer to him. He tightened his arms around me and we laid there for a long time, quiet and relaxed. We went to bed not long after.
The last couple days of our trip were as awesome as the rest had been so far. We briefly discussed leaving the resort again to do something but our laziness won out and we stayed, spending our last couple days at one of the pools, on the beach, or on our terrace. By the end of the week, I felt so relaxed it was like everything with Brody's dad and with Cassie hadn't even happened.
"I'm not sure I even remember how to do my job," Brody joked, as we waited at the airport for our flight back to Denver.
"Hmmm, you might have to quit then, bummer," I teased back. I leaned back in my seat and sighed happily. As great as this trip had been, I had to admit that I was ready to get back. I missed ourbed and having more than 4 TV channels in English. I was even starting to miss cooking and going to the gym. I was surprised that I didn't miss my cell phone or my laptop, though. Even though our resort had free WiFi, we'd agreed at the beginning that we'd both avoid our phones completely.
After a long flight, a longer customs line, and the drive back, I was ready to eat, shower, and go to bed. "It feels good to be home," I said as we walked in. Brody grinned. "What?" I asked.
"I'm happy that you called it 'home'," he replied. I smiled back at him.
We ate the food we had picked up then took turns showering. When I got out of the shower, Brody was sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone to his ear. He seemed to be listening to voicemails, but he watched me get dressed.
After he hung up, I asked, "How many were there?"
"17," he replied, making a face. "And 42 text messages. I'm not even going to open my email tonight, otherwise I know I'll be up all night working. I'm going to enjoy my last little bit of vacation before I have to go back in the morning."
"You're going to be really busy this week, huh?" I asked, sitting next to him.
He put an arm around me and nodded. "I probably won't get to see much of you this week."
I frowned. "That's going to be a hard adjustment after having you all to myself for a week."
"I know," he replied. "And I'll be on call this week too. But I meant what I said about Sundays when I'm not on call. No work. No phone. We'll figure out a way to make more time for us, okay?"
"Okay," I replied. And I knew we would.
Showing posts with label Mexico. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Friday, May 15, 2015
No Distractions
Oh hey, another post. I've been doing a little bit here and there to keep myself sane now. I still don't plan to be back on schedule until the 24th, but I finished another full post and thought I'd post it for you guys. Thanks for being so patient, I'm excited to get moved and settled and be able to be back regularly! If you need a refresher, you can re-read the last regularly storyline post here.
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We did end up moving to the hammock, and we laid cuddled together for more than a half hour until the sun went down. I yawned and closed my eyes, the long day of travel catching up to me. Brody's thumb stroked small circles against my shoulder, and the combination of his touch and the sound of the ocean lulled me into an almost hypnotic state. "Bed?" he asked softly.
"Mmm, it's probably not even 9:00," I mumbled.
Brody chuckled softly. "It's not," he replied. "But you're clearly ready anyway."
"That's true," I agreed, yawning again. Between traveling, my post-sex stupor, the stress of the last few weeks, and the bottle of wine we'd shared, I really was ready to fall asleep at any second.
"Come on," he prodded me gently. I rolled my head to the side, thinking about it. Brody slid his arm out from under me and stood. He stretched, then offered a hand to me. I took it and got up. We made our way down the stairs carefully in the near-darkness, and I blinked at the harsh light when Brody flipped a switch back in our room.
I brushed my teeth, changed, and got into bed. Brody followed a few minutes later and fit his body to mine, his chest against my back. "Are you going to bed too?" I asked. He seemed much more awake than I was.
"No, just wanted to lay with you for awhile," he replied. I was enjoying it far too much to point out that he had just laid with me for nearly an hour. I closed my eyes and realized I could still hear the waves faintly. I tried to let them lull me to sleep, but quickly realized that my trip down the stairs had woken me up a little too much.
I didn't feel like actually getting up though. Instead, I wriggled out from under Brody's arm and rolled over to face him. "What's wrong?" he asked, brushing a piece of hair out of my face.
"Nothing," I replied. "I'm just a little too awake now." I leaned towards him and kissed his throat, and I was rewarded by him gripping my hips and pulling me closer. His hand traveled over my ass and down the back of my leg, pulling it up and over his leg. His other arm slid between us and he tilted my chin up so he could kiss me.
He pulled away long enough for me to pull my shirt off. The hand that had been on my leg immediately went to my breasts and he rolled my nipple gently between his finger and thumb, causing me to moan softly. He rolled me onto my back and lowered his head to my chest, teasing me with his tongue. I gasped and arched my back toward him when he tugged gently on one nipple with his teeth. Brody pulled at my shorts and I quickly wiggled out of them while he took his off. I moved on top of him and lowered myself onto him. I started off moving slowly but his hands on my hips urged me faster and it wasn't long before I came, my legs shaking like crazy. He gave me some time recover before he lifted me off of him, turned me away from him, and pushed into me from behind. He used his fingers against me to help me orgasm again before he finished, and we both collapsed onto the bed, breathless.
I laid on my stomach and turned my head towards Brody. I smiled at him, dazed and sleepy again. "Now are you ready to sleep?" he teased gently, pushing my hair behind my ear. I nodded. "Me too." He shifted and pulled me closer to him and I moved over until my head was on his chest, my body pressed against his side. One of his arms wrapped around my back. That hand settled on my waist while his other hand stroked my arm lightly. I let my hand rest on Brody's upper arm, feeling the muscles contract and extend as his hand traveled up and down my arm. I was completely relaxed for the first time in what seemed like months.
Brody kissed my forehead and said softly, "I love you, Liv."
"I love you too," I mumbled back sleepily. This time, I fell asleep easily.
I woke up hours later, shivering as the air conditioning brushed across my bare skin. I extracted myself from Brody's sleep-limp grip, wrinkling my nose when our skin, which had been damp with sweat when we fell asleep, stuck slightly before separating. Brody didn't even move. I got up and walked carefully to the bathroom. When I returned, I pulled the sheet and blanket up over both of us. Brody stirred and rolled onto his stomach as I settled on my side. I fell back asleep quickly.
The next time I woke up, the room was light. I squinted at the clock and saw that it was 6:02am. I shut my eyes again before I processed what had woken me up: Brody was kissing the back of my neck. I almost rolled away in protest of the early hour, but his patient work on my neck and shoulder was having the desired effect. What is it about vacations and hotel rooms? Our lazy morning sex happened quickly and without any words exchanged, and then I fell back asleep one more time, my body still pressed against Brody's.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a much more reasonable 8:37 on the clock. Considering we had originally fallen asleep before 10pm, I wasn't surprised to find that Brody was no longer in bed next to me. I heard the shower running as I rolled onto my back and stretched. I laid there, slowly waking up, until the shower shut off and Brody walked back into the bedroom area, a towel around his waist. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, grinning at me. I smiled back, then let my eyes roam his lean, muscular body.
He turned his back to me to grab some clothes and said, "I went for a walk this morning and checked out our breakfast options. There are two restaurants that are open for breakfast, otherwise there's the buffet." He told me the restaurant choices and I picked one as I sat up and thought about getting in the shower.
"I figured you'd be hungry right away," he continued, his voice muffled as he pulled a shirt over his head.
"Weird," I joked. "It's like you know me or something." He rolled his eyes and threw his wet towel at me, which motivated me to get up and get in the shower. I showered quickly. I was frowning at my bag, trying to decide what to wear, when Brody said, "It's already really hot and humid. I was thinking after breakfast we could wander around a little and then go check out one of the pools?" I agreed and pulled out a bikini and a sundress and quickly put them on. I braided my hair and we headed out of our room towards breakfast.
Brody slid an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him as we walked towards breakfast. Despite the heat, I was enjoying his touchy-feelyness. I had felt so disconnected from him the last couple weeks with him being gone so much and everything being as crazy as it was. It was a welcome change to be with him without interruption.
We reached our breakfast destination and were quickly shown to a table against a wall of glass, looking out over the beach. A waiter quickly brought us glasses of fresh squeezed orange juice. We looked at the menu for a few minutes and then placed our order. After we ate, we wandered around checking out the resort. It was huge, and there were 6 pools, including a small lazy river that wound its way around the spa building.
"Pool or beach?" Brody asked, after we completed our self-guided tour.
"Beach," I answered. There was a small area of beach that was only for people with the upgraded rooms, and we decided to head over there as it was far less crowded than the rest of the beach. "I need to go put more sunscreen on first," I said, frowning at my pale shoulder.
We went back to the room and grabbed some water and sunscreen and my Kindle, and then we went down to the beach. We found lounge chairs and I immediately threw my towel on mine and laid down. "You're not going in?" Brody asked.
"I will in a little while," I assured him. He shrugged, pulled off his shirt, and walked down towards the water. I watched him for awhile before picking my Kindle up and turning it on. I read for awhile and then looked up again. Two girls in tiny bikinis were talking to him. I grinned as I watched. His body language was completely uninterested. He was half turned away from them, looking at neither of them, and seemed to be barely responding to their efforts. After about a minute, he said something to them, waved, and walked out of the water towards me.
I smirked at him as he approached. "Don't say a word," he said before I could open my mouth. "I couldn't get out of that situation fast enough." I laughed. I watched him dry off and stretch out on the lounge chair next to mine. Then I set my Kindle aside, shifted around to get more comfortable, and closed my eyes for awhile.
Several minutes later, he said, "When are your parents' birthdays?"
"Huh?"
"Your parents' birthdays. When are they?" he repeated.
"My mom's is June 29th and my dad's is July 7th," I replied, looking at him curiously. "Why?"
"Wow, they're so close together. That's convenient. I was thinking we should go visit them, and it seems like the weekend of the 4th of July might be a good time. I'm sure they'd both love to see you for their birthdays."
"You were thinking we should go visit them, huh?" I asked, the corners of my mouth twitching up in a grin. "Because you miss them?"
He laughed. "They're nice, I liked them. They're so normal compared to my family. But really, my mom and sister love you so much, I feel like I need to work harder to win over your parents."
"Are you kidding?" I said. Brody gave me a weird look. "My parents adore you already."
"They do?"
"Yes! After Lynn's accident, my dad would not shut up about 'the initiative you took' looking up his number and calling him when you couldn't get a hold of me, and how you couldn't get a flight into Madison, so you flew into Milwaukee and drove. And my mom was so floored that you left work to be with me--and she didn't even know that I had been an asshole and we had fought before you left for Texas. She would have been even more impressed had she known that. And don't forget that you made it possible for them to spend Christmas with me, because I wasn't going to go because of the ticket prices."
"Oh," he said, dumbfounded. I tried not to laugh. He was so surprised about all those things being important, and I loved that he didn't realize the impact. He had done it all without a second thought.
I rolled my eyes and said, "And I think they finally believe I've found someone that can take care of me in their absence. My mom flipped when I told them I was moving to Denver. I'm pretty sure she was worried I was going to die out here with no one to protect me from life."
Brody snorted. "Little do they know, you'll do anything in your power to make that job difficult for me."
"Oh no," I assured him. "They know all about it. I'm sure they'd be happy to commiserate with you. I gave them just as much trouble as I give you. Though at least you let me hang out with my friends."
He furrowed his brow. "They didn't let you hang out with your friends?"
I shrugged. "For awhile. On and off, probably depending on whether my biological father was in or out of prison." Brody gave me a weird look that clearly said "more information, please." So I told him the story of how I'd come to find out my parents were worried about him showing up and kidnapping me.
When I finished, he was staring at me in surprise. "What?" I asked.
"I can't believe that's something you decided to just...not share," he said. "So many things about you that I haven't understood make perfect sense now."
"Aside from why I don't like to be protected, what else makes sense that didn't before?" I asked.
"I get why you insisted for so long that what happened with Jordan was not a big deal. I get why you were so upset at me for not giving you any say in what would happen to us when I went to Miami to do my dad's bidding. I still don't understand why you freaked out so much when I initially wanted you to move in, but now I at least understand why you were willing to put your own life in danger to get out of a situation where you felt pressured."
I cringed thinking about all those situations. I struggled to think of a good response, but I had nothing. Luckily, we were interrupted by a resort employee stopping by to take drink orders. We gave him our drink orders and I looked back at Brody. He was still looking at me as if he had just had an earth-shattering revelation. I guess he had.
"I don't know why it never occurred to me to tell you about that," I said, finally. "It's not something I spend a lot of time thinking about anymore. I didn't purposely not tell you."
"No, I know that," he assured me. "I didn't think that was the case at all. I'm just glad to know now." The employee came back with our drinks and Brody spared me from that conversation by saying, "So would you want to go visit them?"
"My parents? 4th of July weekend? Sure," I replied. "Are you sure you still want to, now that you know they already love you?"
He laughed. "Yes, I do. It'll just really solidify it. And also, I really want another normal holiday with a normal family, even if it is just the 4th of July."
"Alright," I agreed. "Let's do it."
At lunch time we wandered along the sand to the beach grill that served lunch and snack foods all day. We sat at a table and ordered a few things to share. "I need to get out of the sun for awhile," I announced, inspecting my shoulder again. I was worried that I would burn, even with my SPF 50 every hour. The sun was intense, and my fair skin wasn't a fan.
"It's really hot," Brody said. "I wouldn't mind going back to the room for awhile." So after we finished eating, we headed back to the room. I jumped in the shower for a couple minutes to rinse off the stubborn sand that was clinging to my skin, then pulled my dress back on and flopped across the bed.
"We should just move here," I said.
"Here to this resort? This room?" Brody teased.
"Sure, why not? I could live here."
Brody grinned. "We could always buy the timeshare they tried to sell us when we checked in."
"There we go. Then we could come whenever we wanted."
"If you want a timeshare in Mexico, I'll buy you a timeshare in Mexico," he replied.
"Of course you would," I said.
He stood from where he was sitting on the couch and came over to me. He stretched out next to me, sideways across the bed. "I would," he said, running his fingertips lightly down my arm.
"I know you would," I replied. "Please don't buy me a timeshare in Mexico."
"Fine, I'll just buy me a timeshare in Mexico," he retorted. Now he was teasing me again and I shook my head. I caught his hand as it started a path back up my arm, then brought it to my lips and kissed his knuckles. "I might even let you come with me sometimes."
"I only want a timeshare in Mexico if it means we get to spend more uninterrupted time together," I said softly, rolling onto my side to face him.
He smiled and traced his fingers over my cheekbone and jaw and down my neck. I shivered when they skated lightly across my collarbone. "I think we just need more of that anyway, with or without Mexico." I nodded. "I'd like to be able to have just one day a week where I don't check my work email, or take a work call, or worry about work all day. We haven't even been here 24 hours and I already feel so much better. I really needed this. We really needed this." I nodded again, closing my eyes as his fingers slid over my shoulder and down my arm. He stroked the inside of my wrist, which raised goosebumps all the way up my arm, then slid his fingers between mine.
"I love how driven you are and what you've created for yourself," I said, opening my eyes and looking at him. "But I hate seeing the way it takes over your life and stresses you out day after day. I know it's not avoidable, and it's just part of owning your own successful business, but it's still hard to watch. And selfishly, it's hard for me to give up that time with you, but you know that already."
"An entire day every week without any work is probably not realistic right now, especially with having to be on call every three weeks," he said. I nodded. I knew that. "But what if we did half a day every week I'm not on call? Sundays from noon to midnight, I'm all yours. I'll turn my phone off completely. We could go out and do something or stay in and watch a movie, it doesn't matter. I need to get better at doing that sometimes for my own sanity, and spending the time with you will be a great motivator."
"I love that idea," I said, smiling.
"Good," he said. "I love you, Liv."
I scooted closer to him and pressed my forehead to his. "I love you too," I replied. He kissed me; a soft, sweet kiss with no pretense, just a kiss. When we separated I shifted and moved lower on the bed so I could press myself against him. I burrowed my face into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me. I'd known this trip was going to be good for both of us individually, and for our relationship, but I'd had no idea how much closer I'd feel to him just by getting rid of the distraction of work. In that moment, I would have been content to stay here forever.
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We did end up moving to the hammock, and we laid cuddled together for more than a half hour until the sun went down. I yawned and closed my eyes, the long day of travel catching up to me. Brody's thumb stroked small circles against my shoulder, and the combination of his touch and the sound of the ocean lulled me into an almost hypnotic state. "Bed?" he asked softly.
"Mmm, it's probably not even 9:00," I mumbled.
Brody chuckled softly. "It's not," he replied. "But you're clearly ready anyway."
"That's true," I agreed, yawning again. Between traveling, my post-sex stupor, the stress of the last few weeks, and the bottle of wine we'd shared, I really was ready to fall asleep at any second.
"Come on," he prodded me gently. I rolled my head to the side, thinking about it. Brody slid his arm out from under me and stood. He stretched, then offered a hand to me. I took it and got up. We made our way down the stairs carefully in the near-darkness, and I blinked at the harsh light when Brody flipped a switch back in our room.
I brushed my teeth, changed, and got into bed. Brody followed a few minutes later and fit his body to mine, his chest against my back. "Are you going to bed too?" I asked. He seemed much more awake than I was.
"No, just wanted to lay with you for awhile," he replied. I was enjoying it far too much to point out that he had just laid with me for nearly an hour. I closed my eyes and realized I could still hear the waves faintly. I tried to let them lull me to sleep, but quickly realized that my trip down the stairs had woken me up a little too much.
I didn't feel like actually getting up though. Instead, I wriggled out from under Brody's arm and rolled over to face him. "What's wrong?" he asked, brushing a piece of hair out of my face.
"Nothing," I replied. "I'm just a little too awake now." I leaned towards him and kissed his throat, and I was rewarded by him gripping my hips and pulling me closer. His hand traveled over my ass and down the back of my leg, pulling it up and over his leg. His other arm slid between us and he tilted my chin up so he could kiss me.
He pulled away long enough for me to pull my shirt off. The hand that had been on my leg immediately went to my breasts and he rolled my nipple gently between his finger and thumb, causing me to moan softly. He rolled me onto my back and lowered his head to my chest, teasing me with his tongue. I gasped and arched my back toward him when he tugged gently on one nipple with his teeth. Brody pulled at my shorts and I quickly wiggled out of them while he took his off. I moved on top of him and lowered myself onto him. I started off moving slowly but his hands on my hips urged me faster and it wasn't long before I came, my legs shaking like crazy. He gave me some time recover before he lifted me off of him, turned me away from him, and pushed into me from behind. He used his fingers against me to help me orgasm again before he finished, and we both collapsed onto the bed, breathless.
I laid on my stomach and turned my head towards Brody. I smiled at him, dazed and sleepy again. "Now are you ready to sleep?" he teased gently, pushing my hair behind my ear. I nodded. "Me too." He shifted and pulled me closer to him and I moved over until my head was on his chest, my body pressed against his side. One of his arms wrapped around my back. That hand settled on my waist while his other hand stroked my arm lightly. I let my hand rest on Brody's upper arm, feeling the muscles contract and extend as his hand traveled up and down my arm. I was completely relaxed for the first time in what seemed like months.
Brody kissed my forehead and said softly, "I love you, Liv."
"I love you too," I mumbled back sleepily. This time, I fell asleep easily.
I woke up hours later, shivering as the air conditioning brushed across my bare skin. I extracted myself from Brody's sleep-limp grip, wrinkling my nose when our skin, which had been damp with sweat when we fell asleep, stuck slightly before separating. Brody didn't even move. I got up and walked carefully to the bathroom. When I returned, I pulled the sheet and blanket up over both of us. Brody stirred and rolled onto his stomach as I settled on my side. I fell back asleep quickly.
The next time I woke up, the room was light. I squinted at the clock and saw that it was 6:02am. I shut my eyes again before I processed what had woken me up: Brody was kissing the back of my neck. I almost rolled away in protest of the early hour, but his patient work on my neck and shoulder was having the desired effect. What is it about vacations and hotel rooms? Our lazy morning sex happened quickly and without any words exchanged, and then I fell back asleep one more time, my body still pressed against Brody's.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a much more reasonable 8:37 on the clock. Considering we had originally fallen asleep before 10pm, I wasn't surprised to find that Brody was no longer in bed next to me. I heard the shower running as I rolled onto my back and stretched. I laid there, slowly waking up, until the shower shut off and Brody walked back into the bedroom area, a towel around his waist. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, grinning at me. I smiled back, then let my eyes roam his lean, muscular body.
He turned his back to me to grab some clothes and said, "I went for a walk this morning and checked out our breakfast options. There are two restaurants that are open for breakfast, otherwise there's the buffet." He told me the restaurant choices and I picked one as I sat up and thought about getting in the shower.
"I figured you'd be hungry right away," he continued, his voice muffled as he pulled a shirt over his head.
"Weird," I joked. "It's like you know me or something." He rolled his eyes and threw his wet towel at me, which motivated me to get up and get in the shower. I showered quickly. I was frowning at my bag, trying to decide what to wear, when Brody said, "It's already really hot and humid. I was thinking after breakfast we could wander around a little and then go check out one of the pools?" I agreed and pulled out a bikini and a sundress and quickly put them on. I braided my hair and we headed out of our room towards breakfast.
Brody slid an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him as we walked towards breakfast. Despite the heat, I was enjoying his touchy-feelyness. I had felt so disconnected from him the last couple weeks with him being gone so much and everything being as crazy as it was. It was a welcome change to be with him without interruption.
We reached our breakfast destination and were quickly shown to a table against a wall of glass, looking out over the beach. A waiter quickly brought us glasses of fresh squeezed orange juice. We looked at the menu for a few minutes and then placed our order. After we ate, we wandered around checking out the resort. It was huge, and there were 6 pools, including a small lazy river that wound its way around the spa building.
"Pool or beach?" Brody asked, after we completed our self-guided tour.
"Beach," I answered. There was a small area of beach that was only for people with the upgraded rooms, and we decided to head over there as it was far less crowded than the rest of the beach. "I need to go put more sunscreen on first," I said, frowning at my pale shoulder.
We went back to the room and grabbed some water and sunscreen and my Kindle, and then we went down to the beach. We found lounge chairs and I immediately threw my towel on mine and laid down. "You're not going in?" Brody asked.
"I will in a little while," I assured him. He shrugged, pulled off his shirt, and walked down towards the water. I watched him for awhile before picking my Kindle up and turning it on. I read for awhile and then looked up again. Two girls in tiny bikinis were talking to him. I grinned as I watched. His body language was completely uninterested. He was half turned away from them, looking at neither of them, and seemed to be barely responding to their efforts. After about a minute, he said something to them, waved, and walked out of the water towards me.
I smirked at him as he approached. "Don't say a word," he said before I could open my mouth. "I couldn't get out of that situation fast enough." I laughed. I watched him dry off and stretch out on the lounge chair next to mine. Then I set my Kindle aside, shifted around to get more comfortable, and closed my eyes for awhile.
Several minutes later, he said, "When are your parents' birthdays?"
"Huh?"
"Your parents' birthdays. When are they?" he repeated.
"My mom's is June 29th and my dad's is July 7th," I replied, looking at him curiously. "Why?"
"Wow, they're so close together. That's convenient. I was thinking we should go visit them, and it seems like the weekend of the 4th of July might be a good time. I'm sure they'd both love to see you for their birthdays."
"You were thinking we should go visit them, huh?" I asked, the corners of my mouth twitching up in a grin. "Because you miss them?"
He laughed. "They're nice, I liked them. They're so normal compared to my family. But really, my mom and sister love you so much, I feel like I need to work harder to win over your parents."
"Are you kidding?" I said. Brody gave me a weird look. "My parents adore you already."
"They do?"
"Yes! After Lynn's accident, my dad would not shut up about 'the initiative you took' looking up his number and calling him when you couldn't get a hold of me, and how you couldn't get a flight into Madison, so you flew into Milwaukee and drove. And my mom was so floored that you left work to be with me--and she didn't even know that I had been an asshole and we had fought before you left for Texas. She would have been even more impressed had she known that. And don't forget that you made it possible for them to spend Christmas with me, because I wasn't going to go because of the ticket prices."
"Oh," he said, dumbfounded. I tried not to laugh. He was so surprised about all those things being important, and I loved that he didn't realize the impact. He had done it all without a second thought.
I rolled my eyes and said, "And I think they finally believe I've found someone that can take care of me in their absence. My mom flipped when I told them I was moving to Denver. I'm pretty sure she was worried I was going to die out here with no one to protect me from life."
Brody snorted. "Little do they know, you'll do anything in your power to make that job difficult for me."
"Oh no," I assured him. "They know all about it. I'm sure they'd be happy to commiserate with you. I gave them just as much trouble as I give you. Though at least you let me hang out with my friends."
He furrowed his brow. "They didn't let you hang out with your friends?"
I shrugged. "For awhile. On and off, probably depending on whether my biological father was in or out of prison." Brody gave me a weird look that clearly said "more information, please." So I told him the story of how I'd come to find out my parents were worried about him showing up and kidnapping me.
When I finished, he was staring at me in surprise. "What?" I asked.
"I can't believe that's something you decided to just...not share," he said. "So many things about you that I haven't understood make perfect sense now."
"Aside from why I don't like to be protected, what else makes sense that didn't before?" I asked.
"I get why you insisted for so long that what happened with Jordan was not a big deal. I get why you were so upset at me for not giving you any say in what would happen to us when I went to Miami to do my dad's bidding. I still don't understand why you freaked out so much when I initially wanted you to move in, but now I at least understand why you were willing to put your own life in danger to get out of a situation where you felt pressured."
I cringed thinking about all those situations. I struggled to think of a good response, but I had nothing. Luckily, we were interrupted by a resort employee stopping by to take drink orders. We gave him our drink orders and I looked back at Brody. He was still looking at me as if he had just had an earth-shattering revelation. I guess he had.
"I don't know why it never occurred to me to tell you about that," I said, finally. "It's not something I spend a lot of time thinking about anymore. I didn't purposely not tell you."
"No, I know that," he assured me. "I didn't think that was the case at all. I'm just glad to know now." The employee came back with our drinks and Brody spared me from that conversation by saying, "So would you want to go visit them?"
"My parents? 4th of July weekend? Sure," I replied. "Are you sure you still want to, now that you know they already love you?"
He laughed. "Yes, I do. It'll just really solidify it. And also, I really want another normal holiday with a normal family, even if it is just the 4th of July."
"Alright," I agreed. "Let's do it."
At lunch time we wandered along the sand to the beach grill that served lunch and snack foods all day. We sat at a table and ordered a few things to share. "I need to get out of the sun for awhile," I announced, inspecting my shoulder again. I was worried that I would burn, even with my SPF 50 every hour. The sun was intense, and my fair skin wasn't a fan.
"It's really hot," Brody said. "I wouldn't mind going back to the room for awhile." So after we finished eating, we headed back to the room. I jumped in the shower for a couple minutes to rinse off the stubborn sand that was clinging to my skin, then pulled my dress back on and flopped across the bed.
"We should just move here," I said.
"Here to this resort? This room?" Brody teased.
"Sure, why not? I could live here."
Brody grinned. "We could always buy the timeshare they tried to sell us when we checked in."
"There we go. Then we could come whenever we wanted."
"If you want a timeshare in Mexico, I'll buy you a timeshare in Mexico," he replied.
"Of course you would," I said.
He stood from where he was sitting on the couch and came over to me. He stretched out next to me, sideways across the bed. "I would," he said, running his fingertips lightly down my arm.
"I know you would," I replied. "Please don't buy me a timeshare in Mexico."
"Fine, I'll just buy me a timeshare in Mexico," he retorted. Now he was teasing me again and I shook my head. I caught his hand as it started a path back up my arm, then brought it to my lips and kissed his knuckles. "I might even let you come with me sometimes."
"I only want a timeshare in Mexico if it means we get to spend more uninterrupted time together," I said softly, rolling onto my side to face him.
He smiled and traced his fingers over my cheekbone and jaw and down my neck. I shivered when they skated lightly across my collarbone. "I think we just need more of that anyway, with or without Mexico." I nodded. "I'd like to be able to have just one day a week where I don't check my work email, or take a work call, or worry about work all day. We haven't even been here 24 hours and I already feel so much better. I really needed this. We really needed this." I nodded again, closing my eyes as his fingers slid over my shoulder and down my arm. He stroked the inside of my wrist, which raised goosebumps all the way up my arm, then slid his fingers between mine.
"I love how driven you are and what you've created for yourself," I said, opening my eyes and looking at him. "But I hate seeing the way it takes over your life and stresses you out day after day. I know it's not avoidable, and it's just part of owning your own successful business, but it's still hard to watch. And selfishly, it's hard for me to give up that time with you, but you know that already."
"An entire day every week without any work is probably not realistic right now, especially with having to be on call every three weeks," he said. I nodded. I knew that. "But what if we did half a day every week I'm not on call? Sundays from noon to midnight, I'm all yours. I'll turn my phone off completely. We could go out and do something or stay in and watch a movie, it doesn't matter. I need to get better at doing that sometimes for my own sanity, and spending the time with you will be a great motivator."
"I love that idea," I said, smiling.
"Good," he said. "I love you, Liv."
I scooted closer to him and pressed my forehead to his. "I love you too," I replied. He kissed me; a soft, sweet kiss with no pretense, just a kiss. When we separated I shifted and moved lower on the bed so I could press myself against him. I burrowed my face into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me. I'd known this trip was going to be good for both of us individually, and for our relationship, but I'd had no idea how much closer I'd feel to him just by getting rid of the distraction of work. In that moment, I would have been content to stay here forever.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Rooftop Terrace
"Where's my passport?" Brody called from downstairs.
I shot a dirty look in the direction of the stairs, even though he couldn't see me. "Are you serious?" I yelled back. It was Monday morning, and we needed to leave for the airport in 15 minutes. Brody had insisted on packing this morning, much to my irritation.
"I can't remember what I did with it after I pulled it out to prove to you that I knew where it was," his voice came back. I heard his footsteps on the stairs.
"Well it's certainly not in here--" I started, turning to see him in the doorway, grinning and holding his passport. "I might kill you. One of these days, I really might," I warned him.
"Lighten up, gorgeous," he replied. "Is this ready to go?" He motioned at my suitcase.
"It's been ready since last night," I responded sassily. He cocked an eyebrow at me, the only sign he was starting to get annoyed with my attitude. "I'm sorry," I apologized contritely. "You know I hate this part of traveling."
"I know," he said with a smirk. "That's why I love to fuck with you. What else needs to go downstairs?"
I nodded towards my carry on, then said, "You know what they say about playing with fire."
He walked over to grab my bag, bent to kiss me on the cheek, then made an exaggerated show of checking me out. "It's hot?" I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm lightly.
"Almost ready, or do you have a few more lines to get through before we leave?" I asked, finally loosening up and catching some of his infectious good mood.
"I think there will be plenty of lines at the airport," he replied. "Both the kind you love to stand in endlessly and the kind I love to annoy you with."
"Oh good, my two favorite things." He laughed and took my shoulder bag, which I was using as a carry-on, and slung it over his shoulder before grabbing both our suitcases. "I can take something," I protested.
"I've got something I'll want you to take later, so I've got these for now."
"Oh Jesus," I muttered, but I couldn't help laughing. I don't know if I'd ever seen Brody in a mood this good. Aside from a cheesy line here and a sarcastic comeback there, he was usually pretty serious. But here he was, flirting with me and making dirty jokes and terrible puns. "What's gotten into you?" I asked, still laughing. He turned and smirked at me and I quickly said, "Never mind, please don't answer that."
His smirk turned into a genuine smile and he turned back to watch what he was doing and said, "I'm just really excited about taking a vacation, and having uninterrupted time with you," he said. "I haven't taken an actual vacation since...well, since I was in college, I guess. And I'm not sure that spring break qualifies."
"I definitely don't want to hear about your spring break shenanigans," I replied hastily. "I'm sure my imagination can fill in those blanks."
"I don't think your imagination can conceive of half the trouble we got into," Brody responded, shaking his head.
"Uh oh," I teased, "Should I have double checked to see if you were banned from any of the places I was looking at before I booked something?"
"I'm sure the staff will have turned over enough that no one will recognize me anymore," he joked back. "And if they do, me coming in with just one woman will be enough to make them question themselves."
I snorted. "You're lucky I'm not insecure about your past."
By this point we were at the door to the garage. He set down the suitcases and turned. "I am," he said seriously. He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me. "This trip is long overdue," he said when we separated.
"Then let's go!" I said. We got our bags into the back of my CR-V and I tossed the keys to Brody. He preferred to drive, and I preferred not to, so it worked out well.
Once we were on our way, I said, "I suppose I should eventually tell you where we're going, huh?"
"It doesn't even matter," he replied. "You could tell me you booked us a week long camping trip in the Upper Peninsula, and I'd still be happy."
I gasped in mock surprise. "How did you know?" I teased him a little longer before filling him in. "It was a tough choice," I lamented after telling him we were going to a resort near Cancun. "There are so many cool places to go. But since we wanted a relaxing trip, I figured we could do an adventurous trip another time."
"Good choice," he replied. "There are a lot of trips I'd like to take someday, but I don't want to feel like we wasted our trip if we decide to spend the entire week laying by the pool."
"And spending an entire week laying by the pool sounds really amazing right now," I agreed. "Oh, and I was able to fulfill your request of a direct, first-class flight."
"That's all that matters," he said with a grin.
He stayed in his ridiculously good mood the whole morning. I couldn't even be annoyed like I usually was at the security line because he was too happy. He didn't even blink when we found out our flight was delayed. We only had to wait an extra 45 minutes, which was good.
He checked his email one last time while we sat on the plane waiting to board, and then he turned his phone off. "Can I put this in your bag?" he asked. "I won't need it for a week." I had questioned whether he'd really be able to unplug from work for a week, but he didn't seem the slightest bit worried. I knew he'd put Pete in charge and he'd just emailed Pete and Neil the phone number for our resort, so if there was a true emergency, they'd be able to reach him.
"I'm a little worried that when you don't have anything to distract you, you'll realize I'm actually kind of boring," I joked.
"No way," he replied. "I have a low tolerance for boring, I'd have realized it a long time ago."
We settled in for our four hour flight. Flights are so much more pleasant when you're sitting in first class. Brody watched a movie on his iPad while I read, getting completely sucked into my book. After Brody's movie ended, he started talking to me, interrupting my reading every few minutes until I put my Kindle away. "How can you just sit and read for hours?" he asked me. "I mean, I like a good book, but not for hours."
I shrugged. "I can't sit and watch movies for hours, but you can do that. I just get sucked in. It doesn't feel like hours. I have about 5 books I'd love to get through on this trip."
"What am I supposed to do while you read?" he asked, pretending to pout. "I'll just have to distract you."
"You're good at that," I replied. We chatted for the rest of the flight. Brody's enthusiasm and good mood were contagious and I was eager to get off the plane by the time we landed. Unfortunately, the customs line was long. We waited for over an hour before we got through. Then we waited another 45 minutes for the shuttle to our resort. It took another 45 minutes to get out of Cancun and then navigate the rutted, sketchy dirt roads that went from resort to resort.
I was feeling slightly motion sick by the time we finally made it to the resort. I was also tired, in great need of a shower, and absolutely starving. It was nearly 6pm already. Travel days are the worst part of a trip. Luckily, the cold drink and cool towel that they handed us as we walked into the blissfully air conditioned lobby perked me up enough to get through the check in process.
By the time we got checked in and to our room, it was about 6:30. "Want to explore?" Brody asked, wandering around the room.
"I need to eat," I replied. "So if our exploration takes us to food, I will gladly explore. I also need to shower."
"Let's do this," he suggested. "Let's order room service. You can shower while we wait. If we feel like exploring after we eat, we can."
"Good call," I responded. We found a room service menu and Brody called to order our selections. I paused to admire the vase of fresh flowers on the table, then continued into the bathroom area. There was a large, separate shower with a glass surround that was visible from the bedroom. I had a feeling I wouldn't be taking many showers alone this week.
As I was stepping into the shower, Brody called, "Where do these stairs go?"
"Probably up to the rooftop terrace," I called back. This was one of the best room options in the hotel: a top floor suite with a private rooftop terrace in addition to the balcony.
"Rooftop terrace? This room is awesome." His voice got softer as he (I assumed) went up the stairs. I laughed to myself as I stuck my head under the shower's spray. We needed to go on trips more often. He was like a kid in a candy shop.
After I got out of the shower and dried off, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top and took a look around the suite. It was big, with a fridge full of soda, bottled water, and alcohol, a bedroom with a king size bed, a separate living room with a couch, two chairs, and a table and chairs, a balcony, and the stairs up to the rooftop terrace. I stuck my head out onto the balcony and saw a jacuzzi tub and two chairs. Brody was nowhere to be found, so I assumed he was still up on the terrace. I climbed the stairs to check it out.
Once I got up there, I understood why he was still up there. There was a large, comfortable looking lounge bed (it definitely wasn't a chair) big enough for two people, a small table, a hammock, and a small plunge pool. It also had a killer ocean view. Brody was laying in the hammock, looking as relaxed as can be. "We could stay in this room the entire time we're here and I think I'd be okay with that," he said. He motioned for me to join him.
"Our food will probably be here soon," I said.
"Just for a couple minutes," he requested. "Then we'll go back downstairs and wait for our food. It's only been about 15 minutes since I called." I opened my mouth to protest but then gave myself a little internal kick. We were on vacation, I needed to put a stop to my tendency to want to rush everything. Instead, I walked over to the hammock and Brody shifted and put a foot down to balance it while I climbed in and got settled next to him.
We laid there silently for several minutes, listening to the ocean. We had only been here for an hour and I was already the most relaxed I'd been in months. In fact, I was starting to drift to sleep when Brody said, "Okay, we probably should go down and wait for our food now." I groaned, not wanting to move. Brody chuckled. "10 minutes ago you were silently cursing me out for daring to suggest you come lay with me, and now you don't even want to do what you had originally wanted to do."
He got carefully out of the hammock and held out a hand to help me extricate myself. "I wasn't silently cursing you out," I protested. He cocked an eyebrow at me skeptically. "I wasn't! Just silently grumbling at you. But then I realized I was being ridiculous. And then I laid in this hammock. Maybe I'll sleep up here."
I followed him down the stairs, and not even 5 minutes later, someone knocked on our door to deliver our food. They delivered with it a chilled bottle of sparkling wine, explaining that it was complimentary with our stay. We took our food and the sparkling wine back up to our rooftop terrace and sat at the table. We ate our meal slowly, taking time to enjoy the view of the sparkling ocean. When we were finished, Brody said he was going to take a quick shower. I walked down into the room with him, grabbed my Kindle, and went back up to the terrace. This was definitely a good room choice.
I decided to try the lounge bed next to the tiny pool, and found it just as comfortable (plus easier to navigate) as the hammock. I read for a few minutes before I decided I was content just laying in the sun and set my Kindle aside.
Brody reappeared about 15 minutes later, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. He stretched out next to me and sighed. "This is comfortable too. Sleeping out here might not be a terrible idea," he joked. He rolled onto his side and slid his hand across my hips. He pulled me closer to him and pressed his face against my hair. "Thanks for planning this," he said, his voice muffled. His breath tickled my ear and my neck.
"You're welcome," I replied. "Thanks for paying for it. I think it was way overdue for both of us."
Instead of responding, he moved my hair away from my neck and pressed his lips against my skin. I sighed and tilted my head, giving him better access. He moved his lips slowly from the middle of my neck down to my shoulder, then back up to my ear. "My favorite thing about this place is our nice, private terrace," he said softly, as his fingers trailed up and down my leg.
"I'm sure there are more terraces on the other side of each of those walls," I teased him. His hand continued upward, sliding beneath my shirt. I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers danced across the outside of my bra.
"Then I guess you'd better keep it quiet, because I've always wanted to have sex outside in broad daylight."
I leaned slightly away from him and raised my eyebrows. "I actually find it hard to believe that you never have," I said.
He laughed and rolled over, landing on top of me. Pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, he smirked at me. "I feel slightly insulted by that," he said.
"You should," I replied, returning his smirk. I freed one leg from where they were trapped between his knees and wrapped it around his back, pulling him closer to me. He took the hint and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. He also let go of my hands, and I immediately ran them over his chest and shoulders, and down his back. I pulled his hips against mine and he groaned into our kiss. "Shhhh," I rebuked him, pulling away. "You'd better keep it quiet, because I've always wanted to have sex outside in broad daylight."
He laughed and kissed me again, hard, while he worked at my shorts with one hand. I helped him out by unbuttoning and unzipping them, then lifting my hips so he could tug them down. He pulled them down to my calves and left them there, then pinned my legs between his. This very effectively immobilized my legs, leaving me unable to do anything but lay there as his fingers teased me. He brought me to the brink of orgasm then stopped abruptly to pull off his shorts. I kicked mine away at the same time.
Brody pressed his thumb against at the same time he thrust into me, and I almost immediately dissolved into a trembling mess. I pressed my face into his arm to keep from crying out, conscious of the fact that we were indeed outside in broad daylight, on a rooftop terrace of a crowded resort. He stayed still inside me until my legs stopped shaking around his hips, then began moving slowly. I lifted my chin and our lips met. As the frenetic energy of our kiss increased, he increased his pace to match. It wasn't long before I came again, a little less quietly, and he followed soon after.
"Not what I figured we'd use the rooftop terrace for," I said, after I had caught my breath.
"No? What did you think we'd use for it?" Brody asked. He had his head on my shoulder and his fingers were lightly tracing my collarbone, raising goosebumps in their wake.
"Napping in the hammock? Escaping the crowded pool? Reading?" Brody snorted. I shook my head and continued. "This was far better than any of those things."
"I don't know," Brody replied. "I could go for a nap in the hammock now."
I groaned and stretched. "If I get back in the hammock, I might not leave it."
"You don't have to," he pointed out. "We're on vacation."
I shot a dirty look in the direction of the stairs, even though he couldn't see me. "Are you serious?" I yelled back. It was Monday morning, and we needed to leave for the airport in 15 minutes. Brody had insisted on packing this morning, much to my irritation.
"I can't remember what I did with it after I pulled it out to prove to you that I knew where it was," his voice came back. I heard his footsteps on the stairs.
"Well it's certainly not in here--" I started, turning to see him in the doorway, grinning and holding his passport. "I might kill you. One of these days, I really might," I warned him.
"Lighten up, gorgeous," he replied. "Is this ready to go?" He motioned at my suitcase.
"It's been ready since last night," I responded sassily. He cocked an eyebrow at me, the only sign he was starting to get annoyed with my attitude. "I'm sorry," I apologized contritely. "You know I hate this part of traveling."
"I know," he said with a smirk. "That's why I love to fuck with you. What else needs to go downstairs?"
I nodded towards my carry on, then said, "You know what they say about playing with fire."
He walked over to grab my bag, bent to kiss me on the cheek, then made an exaggerated show of checking me out. "It's hot?" I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm lightly.
"Almost ready, or do you have a few more lines to get through before we leave?" I asked, finally loosening up and catching some of his infectious good mood.
"I think there will be plenty of lines at the airport," he replied. "Both the kind you love to stand in endlessly and the kind I love to annoy you with."
"Oh good, my two favorite things." He laughed and took my shoulder bag, which I was using as a carry-on, and slung it over his shoulder before grabbing both our suitcases. "I can take something," I protested.
"I've got something I'll want you to take later, so I've got these for now."
"Oh Jesus," I muttered, but I couldn't help laughing. I don't know if I'd ever seen Brody in a mood this good. Aside from a cheesy line here and a sarcastic comeback there, he was usually pretty serious. But here he was, flirting with me and making dirty jokes and terrible puns. "What's gotten into you?" I asked, still laughing. He turned and smirked at me and I quickly said, "Never mind, please don't answer that."
His smirk turned into a genuine smile and he turned back to watch what he was doing and said, "I'm just really excited about taking a vacation, and having uninterrupted time with you," he said. "I haven't taken an actual vacation since...well, since I was in college, I guess. And I'm not sure that spring break qualifies."
"I definitely don't want to hear about your spring break shenanigans," I replied hastily. "I'm sure my imagination can fill in those blanks."
"I don't think your imagination can conceive of half the trouble we got into," Brody responded, shaking his head.
"Uh oh," I teased, "Should I have double checked to see if you were banned from any of the places I was looking at before I booked something?"
"I'm sure the staff will have turned over enough that no one will recognize me anymore," he joked back. "And if they do, me coming in with just one woman will be enough to make them question themselves."
I snorted. "You're lucky I'm not insecure about your past."
By this point we were at the door to the garage. He set down the suitcases and turned. "I am," he said seriously. He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me. "This trip is long overdue," he said when we separated.
"Then let's go!" I said. We got our bags into the back of my CR-V and I tossed the keys to Brody. He preferred to drive, and I preferred not to, so it worked out well.
Once we were on our way, I said, "I suppose I should eventually tell you where we're going, huh?"
"It doesn't even matter," he replied. "You could tell me you booked us a week long camping trip in the Upper Peninsula, and I'd still be happy."
I gasped in mock surprise. "How did you know?" I teased him a little longer before filling him in. "It was a tough choice," I lamented after telling him we were going to a resort near Cancun. "There are so many cool places to go. But since we wanted a relaxing trip, I figured we could do an adventurous trip another time."
"Good choice," he replied. "There are a lot of trips I'd like to take someday, but I don't want to feel like we wasted our trip if we decide to spend the entire week laying by the pool."
"And spending an entire week laying by the pool sounds really amazing right now," I agreed. "Oh, and I was able to fulfill your request of a direct, first-class flight."
"That's all that matters," he said with a grin.
He stayed in his ridiculously good mood the whole morning. I couldn't even be annoyed like I usually was at the security line because he was too happy. He didn't even blink when we found out our flight was delayed. We only had to wait an extra 45 minutes, which was good.
He checked his email one last time while we sat on the plane waiting to board, and then he turned his phone off. "Can I put this in your bag?" he asked. "I won't need it for a week." I had questioned whether he'd really be able to unplug from work for a week, but he didn't seem the slightest bit worried. I knew he'd put Pete in charge and he'd just emailed Pete and Neil the phone number for our resort, so if there was a true emergency, they'd be able to reach him.
"I'm a little worried that when you don't have anything to distract you, you'll realize I'm actually kind of boring," I joked.
"No way," he replied. "I have a low tolerance for boring, I'd have realized it a long time ago."
We settled in for our four hour flight. Flights are so much more pleasant when you're sitting in first class. Brody watched a movie on his iPad while I read, getting completely sucked into my book. After Brody's movie ended, he started talking to me, interrupting my reading every few minutes until I put my Kindle away. "How can you just sit and read for hours?" he asked me. "I mean, I like a good book, but not for hours."
I shrugged. "I can't sit and watch movies for hours, but you can do that. I just get sucked in. It doesn't feel like hours. I have about 5 books I'd love to get through on this trip."
"What am I supposed to do while you read?" he asked, pretending to pout. "I'll just have to distract you."
"You're good at that," I replied. We chatted for the rest of the flight. Brody's enthusiasm and good mood were contagious and I was eager to get off the plane by the time we landed. Unfortunately, the customs line was long. We waited for over an hour before we got through. Then we waited another 45 minutes for the shuttle to our resort. It took another 45 minutes to get out of Cancun and then navigate the rutted, sketchy dirt roads that went from resort to resort.
I was feeling slightly motion sick by the time we finally made it to the resort. I was also tired, in great need of a shower, and absolutely starving. It was nearly 6pm already. Travel days are the worst part of a trip. Luckily, the cold drink and cool towel that they handed us as we walked into the blissfully air conditioned lobby perked me up enough to get through the check in process.
By the time we got checked in and to our room, it was about 6:30. "Want to explore?" Brody asked, wandering around the room.
"I need to eat," I replied. "So if our exploration takes us to food, I will gladly explore. I also need to shower."
"Let's do this," he suggested. "Let's order room service. You can shower while we wait. If we feel like exploring after we eat, we can."
"Good call," I responded. We found a room service menu and Brody called to order our selections. I paused to admire the vase of fresh flowers on the table, then continued into the bathroom area. There was a large, separate shower with a glass surround that was visible from the bedroom. I had a feeling I wouldn't be taking many showers alone this week.
As I was stepping into the shower, Brody called, "Where do these stairs go?"
"Probably up to the rooftop terrace," I called back. This was one of the best room options in the hotel: a top floor suite with a private rooftop terrace in addition to the balcony.
"Rooftop terrace? This room is awesome." His voice got softer as he (I assumed) went up the stairs. I laughed to myself as I stuck my head under the shower's spray. We needed to go on trips more often. He was like a kid in a candy shop.
After I got out of the shower and dried off, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top and took a look around the suite. It was big, with a fridge full of soda, bottled water, and alcohol, a bedroom with a king size bed, a separate living room with a couch, two chairs, and a table and chairs, a balcony, and the stairs up to the rooftop terrace. I stuck my head out onto the balcony and saw a jacuzzi tub and two chairs. Brody was nowhere to be found, so I assumed he was still up on the terrace. I climbed the stairs to check it out.
Once I got up there, I understood why he was still up there. There was a large, comfortable looking lounge bed (it definitely wasn't a chair) big enough for two people, a small table, a hammock, and a small plunge pool. It also had a killer ocean view. Brody was laying in the hammock, looking as relaxed as can be. "We could stay in this room the entire time we're here and I think I'd be okay with that," he said. He motioned for me to join him.
"Our food will probably be here soon," I said.
"Just for a couple minutes," he requested. "Then we'll go back downstairs and wait for our food. It's only been about 15 minutes since I called." I opened my mouth to protest but then gave myself a little internal kick. We were on vacation, I needed to put a stop to my tendency to want to rush everything. Instead, I walked over to the hammock and Brody shifted and put a foot down to balance it while I climbed in and got settled next to him.
We laid there silently for several minutes, listening to the ocean. We had only been here for an hour and I was already the most relaxed I'd been in months. In fact, I was starting to drift to sleep when Brody said, "Okay, we probably should go down and wait for our food now." I groaned, not wanting to move. Brody chuckled. "10 minutes ago you were silently cursing me out for daring to suggest you come lay with me, and now you don't even want to do what you had originally wanted to do."
He got carefully out of the hammock and held out a hand to help me extricate myself. "I wasn't silently cursing you out," I protested. He cocked an eyebrow at me skeptically. "I wasn't! Just silently grumbling at you. But then I realized I was being ridiculous. And then I laid in this hammock. Maybe I'll sleep up here."
I followed him down the stairs, and not even 5 minutes later, someone knocked on our door to deliver our food. They delivered with it a chilled bottle of sparkling wine, explaining that it was complimentary with our stay. We took our food and the sparkling wine back up to our rooftop terrace and sat at the table. We ate our meal slowly, taking time to enjoy the view of the sparkling ocean. When we were finished, Brody said he was going to take a quick shower. I walked down into the room with him, grabbed my Kindle, and went back up to the terrace. This was definitely a good room choice.
I decided to try the lounge bed next to the tiny pool, and found it just as comfortable (plus easier to navigate) as the hammock. I read for a few minutes before I decided I was content just laying in the sun and set my Kindle aside.
Brody reappeared about 15 minutes later, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. He stretched out next to me and sighed. "This is comfortable too. Sleeping out here might not be a terrible idea," he joked. He rolled onto his side and slid his hand across my hips. He pulled me closer to him and pressed his face against my hair. "Thanks for planning this," he said, his voice muffled. His breath tickled my ear and my neck.
"You're welcome," I replied. "Thanks for paying for it. I think it was way overdue for both of us."
Instead of responding, he moved my hair away from my neck and pressed his lips against my skin. I sighed and tilted my head, giving him better access. He moved his lips slowly from the middle of my neck down to my shoulder, then back up to my ear. "My favorite thing about this place is our nice, private terrace," he said softly, as his fingers trailed up and down my leg.
"I'm sure there are more terraces on the other side of each of those walls," I teased him. His hand continued upward, sliding beneath my shirt. I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers danced across the outside of my bra.
"Then I guess you'd better keep it quiet, because I've always wanted to have sex outside in broad daylight."
I leaned slightly away from him and raised my eyebrows. "I actually find it hard to believe that you never have," I said.
He laughed and rolled over, landing on top of me. Pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, he smirked at me. "I feel slightly insulted by that," he said.
"You should," I replied, returning his smirk. I freed one leg from where they were trapped between his knees and wrapped it around his back, pulling him closer to me. He took the hint and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. He also let go of my hands, and I immediately ran them over his chest and shoulders, and down his back. I pulled his hips against mine and he groaned into our kiss. "Shhhh," I rebuked him, pulling away. "You'd better keep it quiet, because I've always wanted to have sex outside in broad daylight."
He laughed and kissed me again, hard, while he worked at my shorts with one hand. I helped him out by unbuttoning and unzipping them, then lifting my hips so he could tug them down. He pulled them down to my calves and left them there, then pinned my legs between his. This very effectively immobilized my legs, leaving me unable to do anything but lay there as his fingers teased me. He brought me to the brink of orgasm then stopped abruptly to pull off his shorts. I kicked mine away at the same time.
Brody pressed his thumb against at the same time he thrust into me, and I almost immediately dissolved into a trembling mess. I pressed my face into his arm to keep from crying out, conscious of the fact that we were indeed outside in broad daylight, on a rooftop terrace of a crowded resort. He stayed still inside me until my legs stopped shaking around his hips, then began moving slowly. I lifted my chin and our lips met. As the frenetic energy of our kiss increased, he increased his pace to match. It wasn't long before I came again, a little less quietly, and he followed soon after.
"Not what I figured we'd use the rooftop terrace for," I said, after I had caught my breath.
"No? What did you think we'd use for it?" Brody asked. He had his head on my shoulder and his fingers were lightly tracing my collarbone, raising goosebumps in their wake.
"Napping in the hammock? Escaping the crowded pool? Reading?" Brody snorted. I shook my head and continued. "This was far better than any of those things."
"I don't know," Brody replied. "I could go for a nap in the hammock now."
I groaned and stretched. "If I get back in the hammock, I might not leave it."
"You don't have to," he pointed out. "We're on vacation."
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