Chapter 246

Justin’s POV

If anyone said “honeymoon” to me, I would assume plenty of sex on the first night. But that was not at all what our first night in Tahiti was like.

We arrived at the airport late and got shuttled straight to a hotel. We were exhausted and then had to get up early again to catch our inter-island flight to Bora Bora.

Neither one of us was in the mood to do anything that night. So, thank goodness we had gotten a chance to fool around on the airplane. And I have to admit, fooling around on the airplane was so fucking hot.

Ever since I found out that she was carrying one of the Huntsman’s twins, well, actually, that’s a lie. Ever since I found out that she was the Huntsman sex slave, and then when I found out that she was carrying his child, my feelings of desire for Helen wavered up and down.

Sometimes I felt like everything was normal between the two of us, and I wanted her just the same as I always had, or at least the same as I had since I’d gotten my lycan and she’d gotten her wolf under control. And then, at others, she nearly repulsed me.

But of course, I couldn’t tell Helen that because none of it was her fault, and I was playing nice now. I wasn’t going to blame her or hold her accountable for things that were beyond her control anymore.

She’d been true to her promise to trust me. Despite everything that had happened to her, she relied on me, and I had to repay that trust.

At first, when she told me we were going to have a honeymoon as I had planned before, I was excited. And then I spent a good deal of time wondering if this really was the best idea. But she was so excited about it, and I was really tired of feeling both hot and cold toward her. I wanted to get my feelings figured out for myself, as well.

Then I knew she had something up her sleeve when she wouldn’t stop squirming all the way to the airport or for the first hour of the flight. But the minute she whispered in my ear that she wanted to have sex on the plane to spice up our relationship, I knew I could find that old flame for Helen.

This was the woman who, in our past, I would have fucked anywhere, including on the public street side. Only now, that old desire, combined with our new control, led to the sorts of delicious encounters like the one we’d had on the airplane. And I could hardly wait for the rest of the trip.

I now had a mental list of places where we were going to screw. We had to do it in the hot tub, and we had to do it in the ocean. Oh, and we had to do it on the beach. And, of course, we had to do it in a hammock and in our hotel room. We needed to do it on the porch, and . . .

God, we were gonna be having a lot of sex when I listed it all out.

But not that first night.

It was worth the wait, though. Helen had bought us a week at the most gorgeous resort I had ever seen. Bora Bora was paradise on earth.

The green jewel mountains that formed the main island were surrounded by the teal lagoon. The dotted, palm-covered motus circled the lagoon that ran all the way around the main island.

Our resort was on one of the motus, and on the boat on the way out, I almost wanted to taste the water it looked so much like melted blue candy. Surely no place like this could possibly be real. The colors were so vibrant they almost hurt the eyes, and the air was the perfect warm temperature.

I could see straight through the water to the sand and coral that our boat passed over. And occasionally, fish darted past us, and I thought I saw even a stingray bolt off amongst the waters of the lagoon.

When we got over to our motu, the water was perfectly calm. The ocean broke on the other side of the barrier islands, and on this side, the water was like a bathtub with tiny ripples and just about as warm, too, when we stepped out of the boat and walked through the crystal shallows to the sand where our hotel was.

We checked in, and our bungalow was the furthest out, pointed straight to the lagoon so that we couldn’t see any of the rest of the resort unless we went back out the front door. Helen had picked a wonderfully isolated spot where it was truly going to be just the two of us.

We spent the afternoon splashing and flirting in the water and circling after the fish with snorkels on. Even under the water, the colors were amazing.

But I could hardly enjoy my dinner for the excitement. I knew what came after.

Sunset turned the sky around the island orange, and then it slowly faded through pink and lavender into the blue of night. Stars began to show themselves across the expanse of sky, the wind blowing through the palm trees. The whole location was almost ridiculously romantic, and I was ready to take Helen anywhere we could go.

By the time we had walked from the restaurant back to our villa, my cock was already hard. All those worries about sharks mistaking my goods for bait disappeared. There was nothing worm-like about the raging erection pushing at my shorts.

I was ready. I just hope she was, too.

The moment our door closed, I had my hands on Helen’s breasts, and she tugged at the button and zipper on my shorts. We left our clothes at the entry, though I did take enough time to pause and admire Helen’s new figure.

Having twins, she’d managed to bounce back quite well. But the pregnancy had left her with a certain roundness that I found quite appealing. It accentuated her curves, and her breasts were still full.

I groaned as a pulse ripped through my groin. I wanted to impale her, to pound out my desire for her. But like a true tease, she pulled away, giving me a small smile.

“Wait for it,” she whispered. “I want this to be romantic as well as hot.”

“Can you have both?” I asked, stepping toward her.

Who cared about romance? We were already in our room. This was good enough. I wanted her now.

“You can be romantic and hot at the same time,” she giggled. “But it takes more skill than just ripping off clothing and ramming your dick in a girl. Be patient.”

Helen walked across the room and pushed back the curtains, which opened out onto the porch. The platform sat directly above that crystal blue water, which was now a deep hyacinth color capped with twinkling moonlight sparkles. It was enchanting.

“We’re going to do it out here,” she said.

She pulled over a lounge chair, laying it back so that it was fully reclined.

“I want you on top of me,” I said. “I want to see your breasts in the moonlight.”

I think she blushed because she ducked her head in like she was being shy. I settled back on the lounger. Above me, the sky spread, full of stars. The air was still warm, and the breeze tickled the hair on my head.

Helen took her place, straddling my hips. For all she wanted this to be slow and romantic, she was already so wet that she slid right across me.

She whimpered, and I thrust myself up inside. That noise had been all the invitation I needed.

I was far more excited than I had expected, and within the first few thrusts, I realized that I could cum at any moment. I had to hold myself back until she caught up.

Normally I would coax her along by caressing her breasts or her clit, doing something to help urge her forward. But I knew that if I reached up and touched those breasts, glowing in the moonlight, bouncing above me, then I would shoot my load without waiting for her.

I was sure, with as excited as I was, that going a second or even a third time wouldn’t be a problem. But she wanted romance, and nothing was more romantic than cumming at the same time.

So, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, and forced myself to think of the twins. Yep. Babies can kill a mood. I made myself think of them in Randy and Emily’s care while Helen pleasured herself on my erection.

She slid herself all the way up until the head was barely inside and then dropped herself down to the base, pressing my balls as if willing the jizz out. But it was when her rhythm changed and went from riding to grinding that I knew she was close.

I opened my eyes and took a handful of those beautiful breasts. At the first tweak on her nipples, she threw her head back, throat long and exposed in the moonlight, pale and sexy. She cried her ecstasy into the wind, the ocean gobbling up the sound.

And I let myself free, exploding inside her, my own groans of pleasure coming in time with her as I literally came in time with her.

Such phenomenal sex, and this was only the start of our vacation. When we weren’t traveling around the island tomorrow, what would the day hold?

Helen settled herself in alongside me, snuggling into my shoulder on the lounger. Thank goodness it was wide and padded.

And with everything right in my world, I let myself drift off to sleep.