s that we are married.
“I love you too, Asa. Thanks for being my prince.”
Turns out Asa had it all covered. He had a person capable of marrying us no matter where we were at sea. Whether we were in US or international waters, he was ready because my husband is a man who knows what he wants, and he’ll stop at nothing to get it.
Epilogue
Asa - One year later
Who knew a year later, we’d be back on board the Southern Cross waiting for Justice to marry Captain Christos? Turns out her and my captain hit it off on our last cruise.
“Asa, we have to hurry.” My beautiful wife rushes to the closet and pulls out her dress.
“Sweetheart, this is our ship. No one will start without us.” I pull her into my arms and nuzzle her neck. My hand slides to her rounded belly. Libby is always stunning, but she is more so with my baby growing inside her.
“Asa, we don’t have time.”
I run my hand between her legs and she moans. She’s slick for me. “There’s always time sweetheart.” I nibble on her ear lobe and press my hardness against her luscious ass. The hanger falls from her hands to the floor. It takes little convincing for my girl to give up. When I have her flat on her back, she’s all mine for as long as I want her. Besides, the ceremony won’t begin for an hour. Yep, that’s plenty of time.
I press my hands against her thighs, spread her wide open, and look at her glistening, pink, wet pussy. I’ve seen nothing so beautiful or tasted anything so sweet.
“I’ll be quick, I need you once more.” Something about this room increases my desire. It’s where everything began. Room 8150 has never been used by anyone but Libby and myself. I refuse to let a single soul soak in our hot tub, bathe in our shower, or sleep in our bed. This is where it all began. The moment I fell in love and my life took on bigger meaning than building ships and earning money. This room is where fairytales came true. Where a prince found his princess. Where a man found his woman. Where a husband found his wife. Where I found my forever.
I run my nose up the seam of her sex and inhale. My cock throbs painfully against my thigh. The heat of my tongue has her lifting to meet each stroke. She is hot and needy and her impatience to get ready has taken a backseat to her desire.
“I love you, Libby.” I lick and stroke her until her words of love turn into sounds of pleasure.
“I…I…I,” she groans. I know she loves me because ever since that day she stood beside me at the altar in glass slippers and a gown, she has never missed a moment to tell me.
I flatten my tongue against her and pull it against her sensitive flesh. Her legs quiver and her hips rise. “Ready, baby?”
She doesn’t offer words, she grips my hair and pulls me against her sex where I suck her hardened nub into my mouth and make her soar.
Seconds later, I am inside her and it is the most perfect place to be.
I have a fleet of ships. I have wealth beyond reason. I have everything a man could ever want, but it is worthless without her.
Life is funny. A young woman boarded a ship as her sister’s plus one and became the only one for me. She doesn’t swim, she doesn’t even like the water, but she never misses a chance to beg me to make her wet.
A lot has changed for me. I’m a husband and soon-to-be a father. And most importantly, I’m a fan of romance. I live the fairytale every day of my life. Jude Deveraux has nothing on Asa and Libby Cross.
Epilogue Two
Libby - One year later
We stand on the pier next to the bow of our newest ship called Destiny’s Cross, named after our daughter. I hold our little pink bundle of joy while my husband tosses the bottle of champagne against the bow as a blessing.
Justice and her husband are there because Alex Christos is the captain. My sister has become a seafaring wife and writes her travel blog from every port they enter. I look down at the baby bump she sports and smile. Soon she will know the joys of motherhood, too.
“You ready, sweetheart?” Asa asks.
We are traveling on the maiden voyage through the Greek Isles. Our life is like an endless honeymoon.
“What room do we have on this ship?”
He gives me his sexy smile and says, “8150. Why mess up a good thing?” It turns out that suite 8150 on every Cross Cruise is the owner’s retreat. Not even my sister is afforded that luxury. Asa spoils me. He treats me like a queen, proving that anything is possible.
Life is funny. An older man boarded a ship and bought me a drink. He gave me my first orgasm and offered me a life I couldn’t imagine possible. By all accounts he was a pirate who turned into a prince. He sailed the seas and enjoyed its riches until I walked his plank and made him mine.