The Subtle Art of Love and War 3

Chapter 4: Fantasy Brough To Life

It's our last day on this month-long vacation and then we're back to reality. Not that I fucking mind. Getting to spend everyday with Jo for the rest of my life through good days and even rough days is like winning the bloody lottery. But it's just been an incredibly amazing month having her all to myself.

When we get back to London, she'll have the hotels to think about-London, New York and Paris. And I'll have a headache of a merger to get back too as well. It's gonna be hectic, stressful even. It'll be a challenge for sure, both for Jo and I, but we got this. I'm confident about it.

First thing on our agenda when we get back home is looking through our options for our infertility dilemma. I still have yet to get over seeing her crumble and break when she delivered the news to me that she was negative when she thought she'd be pregnant. This isn't just Jo's heartbreak but mine as well. Since the beginning of time, I have pictured a future with her consisting of numerous singsong giggles and loud screams from our children. Children.

Jo and I grew up without siblings and we know how lonely it gets to not have someone to look up to or look after, to not have someone to bicker with or smother with love, to not have someone to crawl in bed with because you just had a nightmare and mum and dad are out of town. It's fucking lonely.

I'd want a battalion if we're to be blessed but even just one little nugget would be more than enough for us. Just one. God, just fucking one, yeah?

"Hero," Jo snaps her fingers in front of my face, pulling me back from my thoughts.

I blink down at her.

"I'm ready. Shouldn't we be going?" She asks, her tone clearly annoyed by my lack of attention.

An insolent grin spreads across my face. I fucking love fucking with her and fucking her; mostly the latter but the first one comes to a close second. I grab one helmet that hangs from the bike handle. "I'm sorry, baby. I guess I was just in too deep in my own head," I husk, kissing her cheek then securing the helmet on her head with the buckle.

"What were you thinking? It better not be work," she scowls as I wear my own helmet. Her hands rest on her hips which pop out to one side. Her skin glows with that perfect Capri sun-tan and she's wearing a thin string-strapped peach eyelet dress that cuts to her mid-thigh. The neckline is low which gives me the perfect view of the tops of her breasts and gives a little peek of her immaculate white bikinis.

Such a bloody hot tease.

Smirking, I swing my leg over the bike and kick the stand whilst I balance it using my other foot. "I'll let you know when you hop on," I tell her, winking and gunning the sleek rental Ducati motorbike.

She rolls her eyes-shocking-but proceeds to climb behind me nonetheless. "So?" she prompts as soon as her pretty little ass hits the seat.

"Hold on tight, baby," I tell her over the low purr of the engine.

I feel her arms wrap around my front, her fingers lacing together to form a tight grip. "Now will you tell me?" Her impatience drips from her words which only makes me want to play with her even more.

"I was thinking of fucking you to top of this motorbike before we leave for London tomorrow," I say and don't wait for her to react as I twist my wrist, the wheels screech and we lurch forward.

I feel her chest squish against my back and her arms tighten even more. I even feel her squirm behind me. I've successfully made her speechless. Good; I don't want her to know what I've really been thinking about-how I'm fucking mad at the world for toying with us like this.

The streets of Capri are picturesque in their postcard beauty, more so when we finally start driving along the Amalfi coast. The road to Anacapri comprises steep curves and high drops around the edge of a mountain, not to mention the narrow road itself. I'm taking Josephine to the highest point of the island of Capri-Monte Solaro. When we get to Via Caposcuro, we ride the chairlift instead of hiking our way up to the top. Jo is still quite sore from our... marital activities. So yeah, I'd be a dick to insist on taking the trail hike rather than the easy chairlift where we can see the Amalfi coast and all its stunning glory as the sun slowly starts to lower at a little over mid-afternoon.