Page 46 of Only Time Will Tell

It didn’t take long for my facial hair to grow. Poor Charlie couldn’t connect two beard hairs if he had to. “To shave or not to shave?” I proclaimed. My stomach replied loudly. “Hmm, seems my stomach says food and no shaving.”

“Let’s get some food and head out to enjoy that gorgeous sun.” He wiggled his ass against my morning erection and giggled, then bolted for the bathroom.

“Tease!” I hollered, tossing a pillow at his fleeting behind then called room service. I could hear his muted giggles in the background as I ordered.

We found a couple of empty lounge chairs with a shared umbrella and parked ourselves there. When the waiter came by, we each ordered a drink and kicked back, enjoying the sunshine. With temps in the high seventies and our bodies coated in copious amounts of sunscreen, it was easy to relax and fall asleep.

“Babe, you need to wake up and roll over before you become a lobster,” Charlie jostled my shoulder to wake me.

“Thanks,” I said as I rolled over. “What are you looking at?”

“I was getting ready to open the email from the photographer. He posted our pictures and sent the website login and password. We need to review them and order the prints we want. Let’s go to the seaside bar and look at them together.”

“Okay.” I grabbed our towels and backpack. At the cantina we ordered a couple of margaritas to wash down our chips and salsa while we went over the pictures.

“He took more than two hundred photos,” Charlie exclaimed.

“Wow, he got some great shots though. Look at the one of us in the archway. He really captured the raw emotion on our faces” I kissed the exposed skin on his shoulder as I recalled that moment.

Two hours, and three margaritas each later, we were in dire need of something more than chips to soak up the alcohol we had. We settled on carne asada street tacos and chicken fajitas to share. But when I came back from the restroom, Charlie was scowling.

“What happened?” I asked, taking a seat beside him.

“That’s what happened.” He gestured to a couple of guys sitting at the bar laughing.

“What did they do?” I wasn’t sure where this was going, but Charlie was pissed. “Do I need to have a word with them?”

“No, that would only make matters worse. They eye-fucked you all the way to the restroom and all the way back, and I’m about to evoke the wrath of my inner diva on them.” He stood, and I sat him back down.

“Chill, babe. It’s probably the beard they’re drawn to.” I ran my thumb and forefinger across the sides of it, licking my lips to totally fuck with him. “I got the whole Daddy vibe going on.”

“So…not…funny…” He reached over, grabbed my left hand, held it up and yelled across the bar, “Married, and I have the ownership papers to prove it.”

That was not what they expected to hear based upon the looks on their faces, but the entire place went dead silent at Charlie’s outburst.

“Um, you know I’ve never seen you jealous before. I’m not sure what I think of it. But screaming at the whole bar while holding up my ring finger was probably a bit much. Don’t ya think?” I cocked a brow, waiting to hear what those lips would spew next, hoping and praying it didn’t escalate past us.

“Hmph, think what you want, but you’re mine.” He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed our lips and teeth together in a kiss that was full of nothing but possession and potential veneers to replace the broken ones.

When he’d finished staking his claim, I massaged my lips, trying to get the feeling back in them. “I think you need a nap. Or a spanking?”

“I’ll take option B, Daddy.” He signed the slip for our meals, grabbed his stuff and my hand, and nearly dragged me out of the cantina.

Not a word was said on the way back to our room, Charlie was clearly livid over something he shouldn’t be bothered by. “Slow down, you’re being ridiculous,” I said as we reached our cabana.

He slammed the door shut, pushed me against it and cupped my balls with such ferocity it took my breath away. “This is mine, don’t ever forget it.”

I nodded, stunned by his possessive display, but was oddly turned on by it at the same time. My fucking dick sprung to life, betraying my need to tell him how childish he was being by getting turned on.

“Hmm, somebody has a bit of submissive in them.” He stroked me through my swim shorts. “I want you out of these trunks and in our bed. Now.” With one final stroke, he turned, stripped out of his suit and wandered into the bedroom.

He need not tell me twice. I slid them down, damn near tripping over them in my haste to chase his naked ass. An ass that was about to get my handprints on it as a punishment. Hell, who am I kidding, spanking him turns us both on so there’s no suffering in that. And he needed to be disciplined for his outburst. How about a good edging, that should do the trick?

When I walked in, he was lying in bed, stroking himself. I slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch. Don’t speak unless I tell you to, and above all, do not come until I say so.”

His eyes widened, and he stilled.

“Good boy.” I stood there, stroking myself, and he whimpered.