The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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The sand is as warm as the weather, such a pleasant change from the Decembers I'm used to. Even as the clouds turn gray above me, the sun shines brightly, the light bouncing off the abundance of stark-white walls of the city. The bright colors mimic the blue of the clear water that sparkles like diamonds. I take it all in, and breathe in the salty air as it ruffles softly through my hair. I am happy to be relaxing in the sunshine on vacation. Finally.

I lie on my stomach on one of the fancy hotel towels, watching our things while Mickey is off somewhere swimming or signing autographs again. His fans are international, apparently. It's a little annoying, but I can't complain. One of his fans upgraded us from an amazing room to ridiculous suite. He makes it so difficult to love him.

It's too bright to nap, so I pull out my phone, planning to take full advantage of our mobile Wi-Fi. Mickey's Tumblr will only be up for another week due to the change in community guidelines. It won't affect him much, but I feel awful for other contributors and artists with smaller followings. I let myself get distracted by the black and white gif of him stroking his beautiful cock. I casually grind myself against the towel and continue to scroll. Maybe it's weird that I still love watching him, but at this point, I've learned to stop questioning what turns me on and just go with it.

A shadow interrupts my sun. I look up towards the clouds, but instead find Mickey staring down at me with a smile. "Hey, baby," he greets me. "Did you miss me?"

Of course I did. "Maybe."

He sits next to me, moving me to share the towel. The water droplets glitter against his bronzed skin, running slowly over his pecs and getting lost in the deep grooves between his abs. He lounges back onto an elbow and runs a hand over his wet hair like he's in a fucking cologne commercial. What a fucking tease. "See something you like?" he asks me.

My eyes snap up to his, but I find him looking down at the phone in my hand, my screen fixed on a gif of Mickey's hips slamming against my ass in an infinite loop. "Oh, uh ... Yeah."

He smiles "I get it. I could stare at your ass all day too." He rubs his palm against my ass then grips it tightly in his hand. I stifle a moan.

"Can we go back to the room yet?" I ask.

He gives me a confused look. "We just got here."

"But I'm horny," I say with a pout.

Mickey chuckles, his hand moving to caress the other cheek. "When are you not?"

"When you have clothes on, far, far away, and I'm not thinking about your beautiful cock."

"So ... never?"

I smile. "Very rarely."

He leans closer and kisses me. His lips move seductively over mine and taste salty like the water. He pulls away far too soon, and I whimper in protest. "How about we stay until it rains? Then we can do some real romantic shit."

"'Real romantic shit'? You want to fuck me in the rain, don't you?"

He nods with a playful smirk as he narrows his eyes. "Yeah. I wanna fuck you in the rain."

I laugh him off, knowing damn well he'll fuck me rain or not. We didn't fly over an ocean to suddenly start practicing abstinence. "Fine. I'll be patient a little while longer," I acquiesce, and briefly press another kiss to his lips. I look back to my phone and try to close the app, but can't seem to do it. Instead, I continue to scroll, playing another gorgeous clip from his last shoot. "Are you really going to give up doing scenes?" I ask him.

"That's the plan." He moves to lie on his back, his hand leaving me to tuck behind his head. His expression seems relaxed as he closes his eyes, but I see the faint tenseness in his jaw.

"Do you think you'll miss it?"

He smiles and says, "Miss it? No. I have you, and I have my GBB to keep the fans happy. It's a full-time job keeping both of you satisfied."

I laugh at my own expense, smiling as I run my hand over the deep crevasse in his chest. "You love my ass."

"You're damn right I do."

I smile and look back towards the ocean. The crystal-clear waters look a bit darker under the building clouds. The breeze wafts over us and feels a bit cooler. I secretly hope it starts pours the rest of our vacation, just so I have a reason to lock myself away with him and make up for all the bullshit I've put him through over the past year. This was our real anniversary, after all. "I don't want to leave tomorrow. I want to stay here, alone with you."

"Me too." His hand strokes against my arm soothingly. "You know what we should do?"

I look down at him. "What?"

He gives me a mischievous grin. "Stay an extra week. Start the New Year on vacation."

After everything we just went through, that sounds amazing. "Can we even do that?"

"... Maybe I already did it this morning."

I gasp. "Mickey!"

He laughs, his wide smile making his eyes squint. He loves being romantic as fuck. When he calms himself, his eyes sparkle as he looks at me, his expression is one of adoration. "We should make this our new family tradition. Spending the holidays away -- somewhere new every year, anywhere we decide."

My mouth twists. "You want to spend every holiday with only me? No family?"

"You are everything that matters to me, Penny. You are the family I want. It's when people try to tell us who we should be or what we should do that shit gets fucked up again."

"I don't want you to think we have to avoid our families forever just because they stress us out. We'll always work through whatever happens."

"I know we will, but this is what I've always wanted." I give him a confused look. He sits up onto his elbow, smoothing his other hand over my hair. "For me, the worst part of growing up wasn't all the shit my dad put me through, or feeling like an outcast in my own family -- it was having to sit there and bear it, having nothing but the hope that one day it wouldn't have to bear it anymore, that it would get better." His fingers trail down my cheek, his eyes following them as a smile spread across his face. "When I met you, I knew that day had finally come. You were what I hoped for. You have made everything better in my life."

I stare into his eyes, seeing the sincerity behind his words. My own eyes start to burn with tears. "Stop," I beg him.

"I mean it, Penny. We have the family we're given -- our parents for better or worse, siblings, all mess that comes with it -- and then we have the family we choose. I'm sure having fifteen kids and celebrating with hundreds of cousins is great for some people, but that's not who we are. We get to decide who our family is now. For me that's you."

My chest aches as my heart shatters and flutters simultaneously. "I'm so in love with you," I say past the lump in my throat.

"I madly in love with you too." He pulls me closer and our lips meet. I ignore the tear that escapes my eye, my body reveling in the feel of his lips against mine, the comfort of his hand at the back of my head.

He was right. There will never be a better Christmas present than being alone with him.

I feel a drop against my cheek. When there is another against my forehead, I smile, breaking the kiss. "Looks like you're about to get your rain," I say.

He grins. "Let's go."

We stand and Mickey helps me fold up the towel. I tuck our other items into the bag and something pops into my head that makes me laugh. "You know ..." I start to tell him. "Instead of celebrating, Maggie thought you were bringing me on a romantic vacation to ask me to marry you," I say with a laugh. "She's so crazy."

Mickey looks at me sideways. "Yeah, that's ... crazy."

My heart drops. "Mickey."

He smiles. "What?"

"You're not are you?"

"I'm not!" he assures me. "... At this specific moment," he mutters under his breath.

I gape at him, but the sprinkles turn to full-on rain before I can say anything else. We grab the rest of our things and start to run for the stairs.

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Our hike seems to take forever. We laugh as the rain turns into a downpour, our room conveniently located at the top of the tall cliff. The stairs seem endless, our hotel still levels above us.

We stop under an overhang to catch our breath. I lean over to pant, but then he pushes me back against a wall. I look at him breathlessly, watching him stare at me with heavy eyes. The rain runs down his face, dripping from the tip of his nose and his parted lips. He moves a lock of wet hair from my face and places his hand at my cheek. His gaze drops to my mouth as he runs his thumb over my lips. My breath quivers as I wait. My skin prickles, aching for his touch. Finally, he pulls my face to his and kisses me.

I drop the bag, my hands gripping his waist, pulling him closer. His lips suck mine gently, deliciously, his tongue tracing them, asking to be let inside.  His hands move down to my breasts, and I sigh. He massages them in his strong hands, his grip tugging at the string holding up my top. I want him to rip off my clothes and take me right against this wall. My body longs for him, my pussy begging for his company. His hips press against mine, only making it worse.

His hands trail down to my waist and his lips part from mine slowly. My head is spinning as I open my eyes and find his teasing smile. He picks up the bag, laces his fingers through mine, and drags me back out into the rain with him.

The raindrops drum loudly against the stone and adobe structures that surround us. Our run up the stairs to the room leaves us breathless, the wait making me desperate. The suite is amazing, the room a cozy cave left open to the exterior by a folding, wall of glass. Inside the room, a little canal of water runs through it -- a private pool flanking the oversized bed. By the time we're inside and the door closes, I can't wait a second longer.

I strip the bag from his hand and pull his face to mine. He coaxes his tongue over mine as our hands fumble around, trying to remove our sticky, wet clothes.

Mickey pulls the strings at either side of my bottoms and lets them fall from me. He quickly pulls my top over my head, removing our final barrier. He stares at me as he walks us back into the water of our little river. The water is so still and warm, a stark contrast to the pelting rain falling just a few inches away from us. He presses me against the wall and kisses me.

He lifts my leg to wrap around his waist. His other hand slides against my stomach and between my legs. He kisses my neck as he rubs his fingers against my swollen clit, making me moan. His fingers slide through my folds, teasing before he pushes them inside me. His tongue slides against my sensitive skin as his fingers do the same against my g-spot. I can't wait any longer.

I push his hand away and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his body to mine. "Fuck me, baby," I tell him.

"Yes, ma'am," he says. He takes himself in his hand, kissing me again, catching my lower lip between his teeth. His arm wraps around my waist, and I widen my legs, opening myself for him as I float. He pushes into me raw and my head falls back with the feeling. He fills me, stretching me with delicious friction as he pushing himself all the way to the hilt. My pussy instantly clenches around him, the long minutes of teasing putting me on the edge already.

He starts to move slowly in the water, but each thrust feels stronger, harder. I drape my arms over his shoulders and let him take me however he wants. Each pleasurable collision of our bodies builds in my core. I can feel every inch of him, uninterrupted, unprotected. There is nothing between us, and it makes it so much hotter. His face tenses and I see in his eyes that he feels the same way.

Mickey hikes up my leg over his arm. His other arm wraps around me tighter and he takes me harder. "Yes!" I gasp.

His hips slam against my entrance as he pushes my hips towards him, the head of his cock stroking perfectly inside me as he slides out and pushes himself deep. My pussy clenches again and he groans. We begin to unravel, becoming nothing but clashing bodies, moaning, and splashing water as we start to succumb to the feeling.

My fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders as I start to tense. "Yes. Yes!" He moans in response, and I feel myself right at the edge.

"Fuck!" He withdraws from me and I whimper in protest.

"What's wrong?" I pant.

"Nothing. I'm ..." he smiles shyly. "I'm about to come."

"Yeah, and so am I. What's the problem?"

He takes me into his arms, and with impressive strength, stands and lifts us out of the water as he walks us toward the bed. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."

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A/N: You all are the best readers in the world, and I am so lucky to have you! Thank you so much for 720k! 🖤