Third Generation {Third book in the "Born to Be a Hunter" Series}

Hawaii for Honeymoon

{WARNING!!!: The following chapter includes a scene that is rated PG-13. If you are not comfortable with reading the "Honeymoon" scene, please just skip this chapter.}

Sam and Dean's friend said to be at the airport at 6, so we got there at 4 so we could get through security. Matt and I left every weapon we had at the bunker and my uncle and father drove us to the airport in the Impala with Mary sleeping in the middle of Matt and me. She woke up, crying, mid-drive and I sang to her, causing her to fall asleep fairly quickly.

Once we arrived, Sam went to grab our suit cases while me and Matt said goodbye. Mary was very sleepy, but awake.

"Bye, love." Matt said to his daughter. She rubbed her eyes as he kissed her head.

"Bye, Daddy." Mary said drowsily. I did the same and hugged Dean and Sam.

Matt had to pull me away from everyone, but we eventually got to the jet. We were the only passengers other than the stewardesses and the pilots and we were served steak with baked potatoes as sides.

We sat side-by-side in a bench seat and I fell asleep on Matt's shoulder. When I woke up, we were close to the island of Hawaii and I had slept for numerous hours.

"Sleep well?" he asked. I nodded and stretched out in the seat, nearly smacking him in the face.

"The best sleep I've had since Mary was born." I chuckled, sliding under his arm. "How much longer 'till we land?"

Matt shrugged, "Not long. You slept for pretty long."

"I'll bet. Did you sleep any?" He shrugged, caressing my bare shoulder with his thumb and sending shivers down my spine.

"I was in-and-out most of the time, but you were gone!" Matt laughed.

"Hell, yeah! Screw consciousness—that's what I say." I said, trying not to laugh. Matt threw his head back and laughed.

When Matt laughed, he laughed with his whole body. That's how you could tell it was genuine, if his whole body was shaking with every breath, his eyes were closed, and his head was back. The only times I had seen a fake laugh from him was when it was toward someone he didn't like. Mary had inherited that skill from her dad.

The next few hours passed very quickly. We left the airport, rented a car, and drove to the Hotel Resort. It had beautiful, pearly-white beaches, pools and lazy-rivers, outdoor massage stations, a bar, and a luau area with a fire-pit dead center.

We checked in at around ten at night and were escorted to our room. After unloading the luggage cart, the bell-boy left and it was just Matt and me in the honeymoon suite. Matt sneakily slipped the "Do Not Disturb" card onto the door handle.

The curtains were a light orange, the bed was an off-white with sunset colored pillows and blankets, the walls and ceiling were a blue pastel.

"Wow." Matt said from behind me, taking his jacket off and throwing it on a chair. "It is so neat." He walked up to my back, moved my hair from the left side of my neck, and started to plant kisses from my ear down to my collarbone. "I hope they don't plan on us keeping it that way."

I took in a sharp breath, "It wouldn't be called the 'Honeymoon Suite' if they did." I spun and wrapped both arms around his neck and did my best to reach him as we kissed.

He put his hands on my waist, slipped them under my shirt, and slowly worked his way up to the middle of my ribs. Before he went any higher, he pulled me up by my legs and I rested my thighs on the top of his hips. My fingers found his hair as he walked to the perfectly made bed.

Matt slowly laid me down, then laid on top of me. I pulled off his shirt, keeping our gaze on each other. He yanked off my own shirt, kissing a line down my middle.

Then things started to build –the intensity, the heat, the intimacy, the love. It grew, and grew, and grew, until it just . . . boom.

We both were fairly tired after the whole thing. Matt fell asleep before me, but we laid in each other's arms just as we were dozing off.

*

There was a knock with the words, "Room service." I didn't open my eyes, but I heard Matt open the door, say, "Thank you,", then roll the food cart into the center of the room. I quickly pulled the covers over my head to hide, but I felt Matt climb onto the bed and pull the covers down to my chin.

"Morning, sweetheart." He said, laying on top of me.

"Five more minutes." I mumbled, covering my head again.

"I've got breakfast."

I poked my head out and sniffed the air, "Pancakes, fruit, bacon . . . and yogurt." I said as I grabbed a silk robe from the bathroom and tied the sash.

Matt chuckled, "How can you smell yogurt?" I tied my hair up in a messy bun then shrugged.

"Just one of my special talents, I guess." I stood on my tippy-toes and kissed his cheek. "You know about another one." I flirted, walking away with a bowl of fruit.

Matt smirked, "Boy, do I." I shook my head and pulled my laptop from my suitcase, put it at a writing desk, flipped it on and video called Dean's phone.

Matt leaned over my shoulder, with his hand on the back of the office chair, "Checking on Baby-girl?"

"Mm-hm. I forgot to call her last night." Dean's camera on his phone lit up and showed him and Sam with Mary in my uncle's lap. She was wearing her favorite denim overalls with a blue shirt and her ankle socks.

"Hi!" They all said at the same time.

"Hey, guys." Matt said before I could, so I just waved.

"Sorry I didn't call last night. We were a little caught up with a few things." I said, glancing up at Matt quickly. Sam winked and I held back a laugh.

"What's your plan for today?" Dean asked, bringing the phone out more.

Matt stuck his head in front of mine and cheered, "Surfing!"

I laughed, "Yeah we're going surfing today at ten." I looked at the clock on the wall. "Speaking of, we gotta go."

"Bye. Have fun!" Sam said, playing with Mary.

"Bye, love you." Then I shut off the computer.