Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 03 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 03

... very little of American music or entertainment, unfortunately." "Why should you?" I retorted. "You're 30 years old and have spent your entire life living in Norway. This is the first time you ever even left Norway." "America is very different than my country," Scarlett observed, glancing around at the sights within the mall. "Christmas seems very commercialized here. In Norway, the holiday itself seems to have more value and meaning. From what I have seen thus far, Christmas is more about money in America. All of the stores are fighting for business. It is way too commercialized here for my tastes." "I was never a big fan of Christmas until Kristanna came into my life six years ago," I admitted. "Why is that?" "All that time I spent living alone," I frowned. "I never really enjoyed or appreciated Christmas until I had someone special to share it with. You know, someone to show me what it is all about. I first found that in Kristanna." "I am certain you helped show Kristanna, too." "Would you like to sit on his lap?" I grinned, motioning toward Santa Claus across the way. Of course, there was a long line of children - their parents also in tow - waiting to meet him. "I'm sure Santa WOULD love for you to sit on his lap, and tell him what you want for Christmas." Scarlett made a face at me. "I will pass, thank you." She then produced another smile and murmured, "If I sit on any man's lap tonight, it will be yours." "Oh really?" Suddenly, my interest level was sky-high. But so ...

... was Scarlett's. But not because of me. "I love sunglasses," she stated, breaking free from my clutches and hurrying over toward a center kiosk that sold hundreds of them. "Never met a pair of sunglasses that I did not like," the enchantress informed me when I approached her, sliding on a couple of pairs. She seemed to really like a certain pair with dark lenses and an exaggerated pink frame. "Do you think they're too girly?" Scarlett asked me, eyeing herself in the mirror. "If you like them, get them," I told her. "I'll pay." "No," she retorted, putting the sunglasses back on their display rack. "I do not want you to spend money on me. I always feel guilty when you buy me something." "It's not like I can't afford it." Scarlett shook her head. "That's not the point." "Better get used to it," I warned her. "I'm hoping to have you as a part of our lives for the next 40 years." Scarlett began to walk off, but stopped once I reached the end of the sentence. She turned and offered me quite the inquisitive look, then flashed that sultry smile yet again. "What are you trying to tell me?" "Guess." She giggled. "I am having lots of fun right now with you and all of the girls. That is for sure. Personally, I think it is amazing how the seven of you love each other so much. You back each other up to no end. Most amazing of all, though, I see no jealousy in your relationship. Anywhere." "It's just a perfect blend of the right mix of people." "Here we go," Scarlett announced, noticing a bath ...