This is probably the last outtake for WRP, so enjoy it! I think it's a great way to let go of the boys. Thank you all for sticking around. :)

Title: The Honeymoon (Watermarks and Ripped Pages Outtake)

Author: addicted-to-romione-bedward

Beta: harrytwifan

Banner: Dora

Rating: M

Summary: Honeymoon adventures for the newlyweds. Donated for Fandom against Domestic Violence.

Holy shit! This place!

I stare wide-eyed at the luxurious and lush resort in front of us. My dry mouth is open as I gape like an idiot at the beautiful sight.

"Too much?" Carlisle whispers from behind me. His hands rest on my shoulders as he looks at the scenery around us.

We're in Riviera Maya, Mexico. Of course, he couldn't understand my wish to spend the weekend in New York. It would have been more than enough, but now…standing with him on the beach in front of his resort, I wouldn't have it any other way.

"It's perfect, baby."

He relaxes, his hands loosening the grip on my shoulders. "Good. It took me ages to find the perfect hotel. I had another one in mind, but I mentioned my intention to bring you here to Felix and he recommended this one. Apparently, it's gay friendly…truth to be told it's a gay resort. I hate that friendly reference. Hotels are pet friendly; we're not pets."

I can tell he's growing upset, so I turn in his arms. "Since we're here, I'd like to forget all about the outside world. Just the two of us for…how long?" I don't even know. Heck, he kept the honeymoon a secret until we landed here in Mexico.

"One week, sugar. One blissful week—alone and away from problems."

"I miss Kenna," I mumble.

"She's in good hands. Emmett and Rosalie will take care of her." He smiles encouragingly. "Come. Let's see our room."

He leads me to the reception area, keeping my hand in a strong grip. Such traits remind me of what seems to be a gone part of him—the Playroom. A part of me misses him rough with me, like in the very beginning.

The lady behind the counter welcomes us with a huge smile, yapping away about Adonis Tulum Riviera Maya Gay Resort and Spa. Damn, that's one long name for a hotel. She's telling us about the facilities and restaurant when Carlisle abruptly holds his hand up, interrupting her.

"Thank you so much for all the information. Do you have a brochure? We're tired after the long flight here."

Her cheeks turn pink. "I apologize, sir. Of course." She quickly gathers about five brochures, one of them really thick, and puts them on the counter.

While they sort the room number, our stay, and his name, I pick the brochures. The pool looks so inviting. We really need to check that out at some point.

"Come, sugar. They'll bring our luggage soon." Carlisle pulls me after him. He looks like he knows what he's doing and where he's going.

"Have you been here before?" I ask, frowning.

"No. Felix loves to go into details when he talks about something he likes. Ah, here."

We're at the mouth of a corridor.

"We're Room 107. Shouldn't be hard to find." He winks at me. "As far as I can tell, this place lives up to his description. He kept saying outstanding every other word."

"It is," I agree softly. "So you've never been to Mexico?"

We reach our room for the follow week. Carlisle uses the card to unlock it and shoulders it open. "Whoa! It's huge," he whispers in amazement.

"Christ." My eyes nearly fall out at the enormity of the room. It's not like I've traveled much, but I've never seen such a spacious hotel room, and if Carlisle had that outburst, then it is huge.

The bed appears to be bigger than king size, and there's a jet tub on the deck. The balcony shows us the vast turquoise ocean. I walk around, trailing my fingers on the furniture, not truly grasping that I'm going to live here for seven heavenly days.

"It's magnificent," Carlisle says quietly, taking me in his arms.

"I can never repay you for this," I mumble, feeling a pang of regret.

"Having you here, in my arms, is more than I could have ever asked for."

A knock on the door separates us. While Carlisle gets the luggage from the bellboy, I step onto the balcony to admire the vista. I can't wait to test the water and sunbathe on the soft sand.

Strong arms wrap around my waist, bringing me flush against his chest. "Hey," Carlisle says in my ear, sucking on the lobe.

I shudder under his touch. Even though I'm drop dead tired, I can't say no to him. I can never say no to him.

"One day, while we're here, I'm going to take you right here on the balcony for the whole world to see."

I groan, tipping my head back to kiss along his jaw. "Please."

"Not now, though. We're both tired. We need to sleep, sugar."

Carlisle takes my hand and leads me to the big bed.

"Can I call Emmett first?"

"Asking permission?" He snorts. "Call away, and put it on speaker. I want to hear Kenna, too."

~~ The Honeymoon ~~

In the morning, I feel the heat of the sun on my face. It's so pleasant, I don't want to move, but I can't wait to explore this beautiful place.

Opening my eyes, I turn to look at my husband. He's sleeping deeply, a light smile on his face. A smile tugs at my lips as I lift his arm and snuggle into him, closing my eyes again and remembering the night before. He'd been extra sweet and caring.

"Awake?" he murmurs, trailing his fingers down my back.

"Yeah. I'm sorry if I woke you."

"It's very nice waking up with you, sugar. Always. And for a change, with no one in between."

I laugh. "Yeah, you should have expected that when you agreed to this relationship. I have baggage that loves to sneak up in bed with us."

"I never complained about said baggage." Carlisle kisses my right eyelid. "I love you—both of you."

"As we love you."

Grinning like the cat who got the canary, Carlisle turns on his back and stretches. My eyes go to his taunt stomach, and I lick my lips. Not giving it much thought, I lean over him and pepper his chest and abs with kisses until I reach the growing tent in the sheet. I lift the edge of the sheet and peek inside. He laughs at me. I turn to wink at him before diving under the cover, taking him in my mouth.

This is the best way to wake up, indeed.

As I concentrate on deep-throating him without choking, I feel my legs being turned until I'm straddling his face. Holy shit. I moan around him when his plush lips wrap around my dick. We start a quest of sorts, trying to see who can bring the other pleasure first. He wins by far when he inserts a finger inside me.

After a quick shower, we head for breakfast. I've never been in a place with so many couples of the same sex, casually strolling around, groping, making out. It's liberating.

"Go, find us a table. I'll bring two plates of everything."

"Let me at least get the coffee. You won't be able to carry everything," I protest. He nods, then after a chaste kiss, he's gone, piling food onto two plates.

There are so many types of food. I can't wait to try the local cuisine, but that will probably be at lunch or dinner.

I carry the cups of coffee to a table at the back of the restaurant. The only other table in the area is occupied by a couple who seems to have forgotten about the food on the table, and they're trying to eat each other. I look anywhere but in their direction, tapping my fingers on the table.

What's taking Carl so long?

It feels like years pass until I spot him strolling toward me with two overflowing plates and a huge smile on his face.

When I thought I couldn't love him more, he simply smiles and I fall all over again.

He places the food on the table and drags the chair next to mine. "Hi, husband." He kisses me soundly, taking my head between his hands.

"Husband," I repeat, barely containing my glee.

"I took a little of everything," Carlisle says, pointing to our food.

"Well, I know what these are." I point to the tacos. "You'll probably starve if you want to keep your healthy lifestyle here."

"I'm taking liberties this week."

We start eating, but the food doesn't seem to settle. The happy couple next to us is feeling each other up and making sounds. It makes me squirm.

What the hell happened to public decency?

Carlisle glances at them before draping his arm over the back of my chair, sipping from his coffee. His fingers rub the back of my neck, relaxing me enough to finish my buttered bread and wash it down with some coffee.

"Edward, look at me."

I turn to stare at him, trying very hard to ignore the slurping sounds from behind me.

"If you were comfortable with that display, I'd be all over you—like them." Carlisle nods toward the happy couple. "But you're not, and I respect that. I want you to know if you want…we can do absolutely anything this week. All I want is to make you happy."

"You're okay with that? I want—a part of me is probably brave enough to do it, but the other part dominates the braveness."

"How about we forget about what we know is right and simply have fun? If you let the morals rule you we won't do half of the things I want." He strokes my cheek, staring seriously at me.

"What do you want?" My mouth is dry.

"Oh, Edward, there are so many things I want. One of them involves us naked on the beach."

My stomach tightens and my heart beats erratically. Can I? Can I simply forget about morals and let go? Have fun with him?

"I think I need a little push, and I'm sure we have a deal."

"A little push, you say? Well this should be fun, but all in due time." He winks, then returns to his breakfast.

At last, the couple next to us stops making out and leaves, abandoning their probably cold food. As they walk hand in hand toward the doors, I notice they're dressed only in shorts.

"Can we head to the beach after we eat?"

"Of course, sugar. Did you try the eggs? They're really good."

I smile, shaking my head. "I'm no longer hungry." After the taco and two slices of bread with butter and jam, I'm full. Leaning back in my seat, I finish my coffee, watching my man.

When we're finished with breakfast, we head to our room to change into our swim trunks. Carlisle has briefs, which I'm sure gone out of style in the nineties, but he doesn't seem to care. And I sure as hell don't care—I can see all of him in the red slip. I'm not sure how I feel about others seeing him, but I know he's mine, all mine. I brought navy board shorts, so no one will see anything when they get wet.

I can walk around in my trunks, but Carlisle can't in his brief shorts. He has to tug a pair of thin linen pants over.

On the beach, we find an empty spot near the ocean. I'm busy spreading the towel, but I can see a few heads turning when Carl drops the pants. Maybe it's the newness of being married, or me throwing away my inhibitions, but I spin around on my knees and hug him, kissing the spot above the waistband. He gazes down at me amused, but runs a hand through my hair.

I smile, nuzzling his tight abdomen. This position reminds of the Playroom, which I dearly miss—the whole deal, not just soft stuff. I want him to take me to the limit.

"Don't tempt me, sugar."

I look up at him in question. "What? They have to know you're taken." I tighten my arms around his waist, ghosting my hand over his ass.

"Edward, be good." He grabs my chin, looking directly into my eyes.

I think he's playing. Carlisle has that look in his eyes—the no-nonsense look he gets in the Playroom.

To test my theory, I move one of my hands down his thigh, kissing along the waistband.

Carlisle stoops to my level and crouches in front of me, his hands on my face. "Copper..."

I gasp, realizing how serious he is.

"I've never wanted to do this in public…with you. With others it was easy, because I didn't care much about them. Don't tempt me."

I swallow hard and nod. "Yes, Sir," I say without thinking.

Carlisle groans loudly and smashes his mouth on mine. I forget about our audience. We lower ourselves onto the blanket and kiss for what feels like hours, his hands moving over my back, our growing pleasure pushing against the material of the swim trunks.

When we resurface for air, our surroundings become clear once again. As I peek around, I'm expecting everyone to be gaping at us. I sigh in relief to see the other sunbathers doing their thing—either laying on their towels, talking, reading, or walking to the ocean.

"That was quite unexpected, sugar. You can't play with an old man's heart like that," Carl chides with a smirk on his face.

I smile back, embarrassed at my behavior. "Love you."

"Oh, I love you too, Edward." He kisses me again, but chastely. "How about a dip in the ocean?"

"What about our things?"

"I doubt anyone will try to steal anything. This is the hotel's property—this part of the beach."

"Oh, good. Then…let's go." I take his hand, already on my feet. I tug him up, grinning. "Come on, old man."

He narrows his eyes, all playful. I wink before rushing toward the ocean with him hot on my heels.

Oh, this honeymoon is going to be exactly what I need.

When the sun is too harsh, we return to the hotel room, where we have air conditioner and cool wine. We take a relaxing bath on the patio in the jet tub. I'm sure Carl ordered the most expensive wine, but he can't drink the cheap ones. I think his motto is "nothing but the best" of everything.

"We should go down to Acapulco while we're here. I was there a few years ago on a medical conference. It's such an amazing place."

My eyes are wide. "Acapulco?"

"Yes, sugar. We can visit the places where they filmed Fun in Acapulco. You know, the musical with Elvis?"

"I've heard of it," I admit in a small voice. It's been on the list of movies to watch since college but then of course fun wasn't a priority anymore when Jasper got sick.

"You haven't seen it?"

"Uh, no. Not that one, nor any other movie with him." I know, here I am nearly thirty and haven't seen many classics.

"We must rectify that. Immediately."

"When we go home," I protest, not wanting him to go overboard here.

Carlisle gives me a long look before nodding. I sigh in relief.

After dinner, we take a stroll on the beach. It's still warm, too warm and humid, but I love this quiet place and having fun with my husband; his hand clasped in mine, the waves lapping at our ankles. What more can I ask for?

My unasked question is answered when Carl tugs me into the shadow of a few trees, and presses my back against one.

"I promised you sex on the beach."

"Then we should go to the hotel's bar," I tease him, running my hands over his biceps.

"I'm going to fuck you against the tree, sugar. You must be very quiet." To emphasis his words, he presses a finger to my lips.

Raw pleasure uncoils in my lower stomach, and my balls start filling and dick lengthening. "Please," I whine.

"Shhh. Turn around and hold onto the tree trunk. Don't let go."

I nod, doing as he says. I'm hyper aware of our surroundings. We're mere feet from the main path. Anyone can walk by, and if they look carefully, they can see us. My libido increases at the thought of being caught.

Carlisle works quickly on unbuttoning my pants, and pushes them down my ass enough to give him room. I can hear his own zipper sliding down—too loud in the quiet night air.

"Sugar, I hope you're still ready after I took you in the tub. I don't have anything on me." He sounds apologetic. "If it hurts, stop me."

Note to self: Don't leave the hotel room without lube.

I hear him spitting on his fingers, then probing my hole. I clamp my teeth on my bottom lip to keep from groaning. It feels so damn good.

When he deems me ready, the head of his dick is at my entrance as his hands grasp my hips. Slowly, Carl inches inside me, his fingers twitching.

"You okay?" he whispers when he's about halfway inside me.

It's nothing but a little discomfort that will go away when he starts moving. I know it, so I nod.

"Good, because I'm going to be rough," he grunts against my neck.

He pulls back a little before pushing in, filling me to the hilt. Then he starts moving so fast, I have to dig my hands in the tree trunk. I'll probably get splinters, but I'm beyond caring at this point. My mouth is slack as I rest my forehead on my arm, trying not to make any noise. My breathing is labored as if I'm running a marathon. Carlisle doesn't waver from his self-imposed, fast rhythm. I shift fractionally, trying to get him to tap that place, but I earn myself quite a loud slap on my ass.

"Don't move."

"But, please..."

He wraps his arms around my waist, walking me into the tree. I press my face against my hand as he continues to fuck me quickly. This way he touches my gland, and it doesn't take long for me to explode with a loud moan I try muffling by biting my hand. Carlisle follows soon after. He slaps me twice—one on each cheek.

"You weren't given permission to come," he hisses hotly in my ear.

Oh, shit. I had no idea we were…playing. "I'm sorry," I mumble, glancing back at him as I tug my pants up. "Really."

"When we return to our room, I'll punish you."

Please. I try to hide my smile.

"You want to be punished?" He sounds surprised. "I've tried to be gentle, and here you are, begging for pain."

"I didn't." Did I? Did I say please out loud? I don't think so.

"Oh, sugar. What am I going to do with you?" Carlisle asks, exasperated. He takes my hand and squeezes it.

"Punish me?" I tease.

"Oh, now you're simply asking for it. Let's continue our walk, while I think of your punishment."

I hug him around the waist, placing my head on his chest. "Spank me. I like that," I say quietly.

"You do?"

"Oh, yes."

He laughs. "Okay. If that's what you want, but keep in mind, it's a punishment, so it's meant to hurt."

"Sure."

Two hours later, when I'm draped over his legs, I'm questioning my own sanity. Why the fuck did I tell him I like this?

My ass is radiating heat and throbbing in pain. Carlisle alters from slapping my ass to hitting the back of my thighs. I bet his palms are sore, but he doesn't say anything. I can hear his breath—heavy and fast–– but he doesn't stop from tormenting my poor behind.

I won't be able to sit for days.

Fuck, this shit hurts. Like fuck.

I take a huge gulp of air, trying to keep the tears that threaten to spill at bay. I'm not a wuss. I wanted this.

Both hands land hard on my cheeks, and I shout, my eyes widening.

"RED!" I cry out, before biting my fist.

I said the magic word.

Carlisle stops immediately, lifting his leg, which was trapping mine. He slides off the bed to kneel in front of me. I lay on my side, trying to think of anything but the pain radiating from my ass.

"Sugar?" His voice breaks. "What happened?" He strokes my cheek, wiping a stubborn tear.

I keep his hand close to my face, kissing the center of his red palm. It's warm from hitting me. "It hurts."

"Oh, sugar. I'm so sorry. You have no idea."

"Don't apologize. I wanted this."

"But I didn't stop after ten as I initially told you."

"I told you more." Because I'm an idiot.

"And as your Dom, I should have known you'd reached your limit. You see why I can't play with you, honey? I get lost in the moment. I don't want to hurt you." He leans closer, kissing between my brows. "I'll go find some cream. I know I packed some. If not, sunscreen cream will do." When he rises, I roll on my stomach, burrowing my face in my arms. "God. Your ass is… I'm terribly sorry, Edward."

"Stop apologizing, Carl," I mumble into my arms, not sure if he hears me.

Once he retrieves the cream and rubs some on my ass, he tucks me in and leaves the room. Awesome. Not even married for a week and sleeping apart.

"Get back in here!" I shout after him.

He reappears in the doorway looking bewildered.

"You're sleeping with me, or I'm going to be very upset. Now." I slap my hand against the mattress.

"Have I told you how hot you look when you're angry?" He climbs into bed, taking me in his arms.

"Have I told you what an idiot you can be sometimes?" I retort, rolling my eyes.

"Sleep, sugar." He kisses my forehead and caresses my back, as I close my eyes, settling in his arms where I belong.

The next day, Carlisle books us a few hours at the spa. It does wonders for my sore muscles, and after lunch, we hit the pool. I realize he's tried to find activities that don't require me to sit. I appreciate it. He's rubbed more cream on my butt cheeks, and now, as I'm lying on a pool lounge chair, I barely feel the itching in my ass.

He's on the chair next to me, reading from a medical journal. I try not to stare at how hot he looks in his reading glasses. I hide my smirk behind the cocktail straw as I sip from whatever the barman offered me. Free drinks and snacks while spending time at the pool. Life is good.

"I'm going in the water," I declare suddenly. The sun is making my skin burn.

"Sure, sugar." He sounds distracted.

As I get up, I spy the title of the book he's reading. It's not a medical journal. Holy shit, it's a book on babies. Ah, our upcoming adoption is scaring him. He's going to be an amazing parent, he's already great with Kenna.

I lean over, kissing him softly, before heading to the pool, ignoring his confused look.

What, can't I kiss my husband?

It's really sad he's not used to such affection. I remember how Jazz and I used to be—any given chance, we showed each other how much the other meant. It didn't matter if it was a kiss, a smile, a touch, or sex.

As I sink into the warm water and lean my back against the edge of the pool, I let my thoughts wander to my Jasper. Even though there's not a day that passes that I don't miss him, it's become bearable. Carlisle helps me so much. He has no idea. Carlisle and Kenna—they're my rocks.

I feel eyes on me and turn to glance at Carl, but he's buried in his book. Looking around, I see the couple from yesterday—the no-sense-of-privacy-let's-make-out-at-the-breakfast-table-where-everyone-can-see couple.

I avert my eyes, staring at a group of young boys playing chicken a few feet away.

"Excuse me?" My eyes cut to the bald dude. He's swum over to me. "You're American?"

He doesn't have a local accent, so I take it he's an American, too. "Yes."

"Sorry. I heard you talking yesterday. I was wondering where you got your art."

"Uh, what?" I frown, not liking the close proximity.

His partner approaches, and I peek behind me to where my husband is oblivious. Shit.

"You'll have to excuse Brian," he tells me in a hoarse voice, like he's smoking too much. "I'm Mitchell. And this is Brian, my man."

I give him a tense smile, but shake hands with both of them. I didn't like them yesterday when they were kissing like the world was ending, and I don't like them much now, either.

"I'm Edward, and over there is my husband, Carlisle." Take that. Stay away, creeps.

They smile, unfazed. "So, who put that art on you?" Brian asks insistently.

"What are you talking about?" I'm clueless.

"The ink, man. It's awesome!"

"Oh." I feel a blush spreading down my neck. "A common friend." I point again to Carl, channeling my inner voodoo to make him look up from his stupid book and come save me. I'm not sure I'm brave enough to say I have to go and simply get out of the pool.

"He's very talented. Where you from?" Brian keeps up with his questions.

"Uh, Chicago." It's a big city. I bet he won't find me.

I'm a social freak—Jazz always joked about me having a hard time meeting new people.

"We're from Miami. We come here every year." Mitchell grins widely. "It's so much fun. Have you tried to club?"

"No, not yet." Fuck, for Christ's sake Carl, look up from the damn book!

"So you're married? That's big."

I cut my eyes to Brian, and shrug. "It's love. Actually, we're on our honeymoon." Step away from my intimate space. The pool is big enough.

"So, how's Chicago?" Mitchell asks. He looks eager for information.

Why me? I think I'm one with the pool's wall, pressed up against it. I tell them in a few words about the city. It's not like I know much, even though I've lived there for years.

"We're thinking of visiting. We should swap numbers."

Definitely not.

"If it's okay with you," Brian adds, seeing my scared face. "We love visiting new places."

The more they talk, the more I realize they're actually decent people and I'm being paranoid. I guess first impressions are very important for me.

When a hand touches my shoulder, I jump so high that when I sink back in the water, I tumble face-down. Shit. It's only Carl.

"Sugar, you okay?" he asks in a tense voice, pulling me up.

"Yeah, sure. You startled me."

"Who are your friends?"

I make quick introductions, and I can see Carl's amused. He's recognized them from yesterday's breakfast. Somehow, we make plans to meet with them at the club later that night.

All the while between dinner and meeting them I try to convince Carl to bail. We really have no idea what kind of people they are.

"I'll protect you," he jokes, stroking my face.

"Baby, they're just…odd."

"I bet you'd have thought the same of Felix and Demetri if you met them under different circumstances. Please give these two the benefit of the doubt. You heard them say they work hard keeping their motorbike shop. They're decent people."

At nine on the dot, I'm dragged kicking and screaming out of the room. Not really, but close enough.

Brian and Mitchell are waiting outside the club. My hair stands up.

"Don't leave me alone at any point. I'll even join you in the bathroom if you need to go," I hiss in Carlisle's ear.

He laughs, squeezing my hand. "Hello," he greets our…friends? They greet us back warmly, and we all enter the club.

The second we're through the doors, the loud music assaults us. Huh, the room must be soundproofed.

Carl leads the way to the bar, keeping a strong grip on my hand. He asks for whiskey on rocks, and I give him a surprised look. I'm not a fan of strong drinks, but I guess he knows better what people drink in clubs.

The others are tipping back shots, before they disappear in the crowd.

"Want to dance? After all, we're here," Carlisle whispers in my ear.

I want to say I have no idea how to dance to this type of music, but then I don't care. It's not like I need mad dancing skills—looking around, I see people mostly grinding against each other. That's not terribly hard to do.

On the large dance floor, Carl turns me so my back is facing his front. His hands settle on my hips, and he starts moving.

Holy shit. My husband has undiscovered talents. I should have known he'd be a fantastic dancer.

I grind back against him, throwing my arms back around his neck. The beat is seducing and when I close my eyes, I focus solely on moving my body in rhythm. Carl moves his hands over my ribs, raising my shirt in the process, over my arms until he spins me around, crashing his mouth onto mine. He molds me against him, kissing me furiously, in such a possessive way it makes me reel.

What brought this on? Not that I mind. I reciprocate eagerly, knotting my fingers in his hair, kissing him back, our tongues battling tongue for dominance—a battle he wins easily. I never cease moving and my hips buck into his, pressing our hardening dicks together. The feeling is exquisite.

Our bubble is snapped by two other bodies invading our space, rubbing against our sides. I can't say I'm shocked. I should have known there was something fishy about the Miami dudes.

Carlisle gives them a confused look before hugging me even closer, and moves away. They follow, not seeming to care. With their arms in the air, they dance around us in a way I'd find hot any other time.

"Excuse me, guys," Carl says firmly, frowning at the pair.

Brain puts his arms around my neck, dragging me away, and continues dancing. I throw Carl a puzzled look, not sure if they only want to dance or something else. The way Mitchell is all over my husband right now, I'm sure they had an ulterior motive to bring us dancing. I shudder at the thought of being around them any more than necessary.

"Let's grab a drink," Brian whispers in my ear.

"I'm good," I shout back over the music. There's no possibility in hell I'd accept anything from him.

"My treat. Come on." He takes my hand, pulling me toward the bar.

"I think my husband said no," Carlisle says authoritatively, wrapping an arm around my shoulder from behind and bringing me close to his chest. I can feel hostility radiating off him. "Thank you for inviting us dancing, but we're going to turn in."

"Oh, don't be like that. The night is young!"

"Yes, stay longer." Mitchell joins us, wrapping an arm around his partner's waist.

"No. When you invited us, I thought all you wanted was to have some fun, but apparently you misinterpreted it. We're not going back to your room with you," Carlisle snaps. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

We don't look back at their disappointed faces as we make our way to the doors. Once in the hallway and on our way back to our room, I relax.

"I told you there was something wrong with them," I mutter.

"I've met many people, sugar. You have to give someone the benefit of the doubt before judging them."

"I wish we'd have told them no at the pool. It would have saved us a wasted night." I press my cheek against his breast, sighing. "Can we forget this experience?"

"Of course. I'm really sorry this happened." He hugs me tightly, kissing my neck. "I want to end the night buried deep inside you."

"That can be arranged."

~~The Honeymoon ~~

On our fourth day, we take a day trip to Cancun at Carlisle's instance. We leave Acapulco for another holiday, since it is on the other side of the country.

We visit all kinds of lost temples, and I'm surprised Carl knows so much about the history of the Mayan people.

After playing tourists, he takes me to the beach. I can tell it's much better here, but so are the prices, probably. Lucky we're here only visiting.

On our fifth day, he takes me on a cruise to the nearest island where we can sunbathe. At his pestering, I finally cave and we try snorkeling. It's not as bad as I thought it would be—being underwater, being in the water, where there are probably sharks. It isn't bad at all, actually. I love seeing the fish, and it's an experience I'll cherish all my life.

When we return late in the afternoon, the tour guide points at the ocean, showing us we've got company. Most of the children on the boat rush to the railing and squeal at the dolphins. I try very hard to keep the child within me at bay.

Carlisle takes me to the back of the boat, keeping his arms around me and chin on my shoulder as we stare at the beautiful dolphins swimming alongside.

"This is the most romantic moment we've spent here so far," I whisper, tilting my head to look at him.

"It is?" He smirks, pecking my mouth.

"Yes—on a boat, dolphins swimming in the sunset, me in your arms. I love you," I tell him softly. I turn into his arms and wrap mine around his neck.

"As I love you, sugar. Always."

"Yours, forever," I promise, taking his hand and twining our fingers, letting our bands clink together.