Page 87 of Star-crossed Betas

I breathe in his soothing scent, damp earth and lavender.

He smells likehomeandall mine.

Epilogue

Connor Kelly

We had to wait until Fee’s school had broken up for the summer before we could take off on our honeymoon. We’ve just arrived at our hotel in Nidri, Greece. This is our first holiday together, and I’m ridiculously excited. Our hotel room has a small balcony that looks out onto the Ionian Sea. Fee collapses onto the king-size bed behind me, groaning loudly.

“Holy shit. This is comfy,” he declares.

“Oi. Go wash all the travel off before you start rubbin’ yourself all over the bed.”

“I think I might need you to join me in the shower; there’s a patch in the middle of my back I can’t quite reach,” he says, smirking at me.

“How can I say no to such a generous offer to wash your back,” I deadpan, but he just waggles his eyebrows at me.

The large bathroom with a huge tropical shower was a major selling point when booking this hotel. It’s not often you find a shower big enough to fit two fully grown men comfortably inside. I lather up Fee’s loofah with the complimentary body wash. It smells much more expensive than the stuff we have at home, and I slowly scrub it all over his body. I purposefully neglect his very rigid cock, paying all my attention to everywhere else.

When I gently pull one of his cheeks to one side and brush my finger over his hole, he moans, pushing back. I only tease him, though, not applying any pressure. Despite Fee’s best efforts with the infamous dildo, he’s still not big on being on the receiving end of butt stuff. However, if he’s in the right mood and particularly horny, he does enjoy an exploratory finger.

“My turn,” I whisper into his ear. His mouth opens wide, and he stares down at his erection incredulously.

“You’re going to leave me like this?”

“Patience, grasshopper.” I laugh at his affronted expression.

He gets to work lathering me with soap, and I relax and enjoy the feel of his hands roaming around my body. His thumb brushes over my hard nipple, making my cock begin to swell. When we’re both thoroughly clean, we rinse off and then head back to the bedroom in the fluffy white hotel robes.

I sit in the middle of the bed with my back against the headboard while Fee scrubs his hair dry with a towel. The fastening of his robe has come loose, so I have a good view of his naked body. Sometimes, I have to literally pinch myself that this is all real. Phoenix Campbell is my husband, and we’re disgustingly happy. Like give myself a toothache; we're so sickly sweet, happy. We still bicker the same as we always have, but mostly over stupid shit, like who left a wet towel on the floor—it’s always him, obviously.

Fee crawls towards me on the bed, his robe wide open and straddles my thighs. His semi presses against mine, and we watch as they get harder at the contact. Quickly hopping off the bed to go into the bathroom, he returns with a bottle of lube from our toiletry bag.

Reclaiming his spot on my lap, he pours a generous amount of it onto our erections before taking us both in his hand. His grip is perfectly firm and I instinctively lift my hips into his fist. He takes my lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue seeking mine out and groans into my mouth. Fee grinds his hips, rubbing his slick cock against mine, and I can tell he’s close already. Tightening his grip on us, he increases the pace, and we’re both panting.

“Shit, I’m so close. Gonna come,” he blurts out a moment before his release spills over my hand, dick and stomach. I take over from him, grabbing my own cock and jerking myself hard and fast until my orgasm barrels into me. All my muscles tense at once before I go boneless. Fee swirls a finger through the mix of our cum on my stomach, making a satisfied 'mm' sound at the sight.

After a quick wash and a post-orgasm nap, we get ready to head out for dinner. We only brought one big suitcase to share because, at this point, our wardrobe has merged. With the exception of a few tailored items, it’s a free-for-all. Fee puts on a pale pink linen shirt with some navy blue tailored shorts, and I go with a white polo and dark green shorts. He’s looking at me as though he’s already imagining stripping me of my clothes, so I shove him out the door before he gets any ideas. My stomach is growling something fierce.

It’s eight pm when we finally step outside the hotel, but it’s still stiflingly hot. It’s a nice change from the wet British summer we left behind. We walk hand in hand to where there's a row of restaurants, looking out onto the port filled with fancy-looking yachts.

A bustling seafood restaurant called Basillico,with outside seating, catches our eye. We both order the catch of the day with a Greek salad, roasted potatoes, and tzatziki. While waiting for the food to arrive, the waiter brings out a basket of fresh bread with olive oil and vinegar and a jug of white wine. Fee immediately dives into the bread while I pour the wine.

He groans obscenely, making me somewhat inappropriately turned on at the dinner table. We haven’t eaten anything since the awful plane food, and I’m ravenous, so I pinch some bread from the basket before he eats it all.

“I can’t believe we’re actually on our honeymoon,” Fee says, taking in our surroundings.

“If anyone earned a honeymoon, it’s us.” I chuckle.

My phone pings with a text from my cousin, Noah.

Noah:FYI someone tried to breach the wards but they weren't successful and they're still intact. Enjoy your hol.

My hands begin to sweat as I read the message. Enjoy your hol? If one day I found out Noah was actually a robot, I wouldn't be surprised. 'By the way, the person who almost killed your husband might have just tried to get onto your property, but have a nice day.'

“What's wrong?” Fee asks, clearly noticing my concern.

“Nothin' that can't wait until we're home.” I plaster a smile on my face, and it must be convincing because he changes the subject quickly. There's no need for us both to worry when there isn't anything we can do about it from here. It's just a jarring reminder that once these two weeks are up, there's a lot still to deal with back home. I guess we better make the most of our break from reality, then.

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