Preface
Honeymoon in Hawaii is the second part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. The first part of their story was captured in Couples Camp. Although this is a stand-alone story, I highly recommend reading the first part too. A word of warning, both Couples Camp and Honeymoon in Hawaii contain elements of: cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 4
Brad woke up to the sounds of birds chirping, the sun just starting its ascension into the sky. Pushing the blanket aside he got up still in nothing but his underwear. Brad was alone; he figured he would gather up his clothes and go upstairs and hop in bed with his still sleeping wife.
"You're awake!" Max called out, as Brad walked into the house.
"Uh, yeah, I guess, sort of." Brad said still a little groggy.
"Thanks for the blanket." Brad continued.
"Oh that wasn't me buddy. Thank your wife." Max directed.
Brad felt foolish standing there in his underwear, clothes in hand and started to put his pants on.
"Hey you wanna go for a run with me man? Nothing beats an early morning run on the beach to get the day started." Max cheerfully asked.
Max walked out of the room before Brad had a chance to respond, returning with a pair of running shorts in hand tossing them to Brad along with a t-shirt.
"Come on buddy. Let's get the day started right. "Max optimistically announced.
It had been a while since Brad had taken a good run, and although a month ago he struggled with it, now he actually missed doing it every morning.
"You know what, that actually sounds good, what the hell." Brad responded a little disappointed at the loss of spending the time cuddling with Brooke.
Brad put the shorts on and the two men took off out the back of the compound, and down the beach. It was an amazing sight. The waves on one side, the sun on the other, slowly rising in the distance the two ran through the sand. Brad felt good. It had been too long since his last run at the lake, and this really got his blood pumping. Brad was surprised he was keeping up with Max, after all he was an ex-navy SEAL. The two men ran all the way up the beach to the tip of the cove where the hotel properties started, turning around and working their way back to Max's compound. It was almost an hour when they finally got back.
"That was fucken awesome man, you got a lot more stamina then I expected." Max praised.
"Not sure if I should be flattered or pissed." Brad laughed.
"Oh sorry, bud, didn't mean anything by it, just that was a tough run even for someone in decent shape." Max said trying to reassure his friend.
"No worries bud, I get it." Brad shot back, now impressed with his performance.
"How about some breakfast?" Max questioned, as he started rummaging around in the giant kitchen.
Max grabbed a cutting board and started dicing up ingredients he pulled from the refrigerator.
"Grab me an onion out of the pantry over there, would you?" Max requested, pointing to a door on the other side of the kitchen.
Brad returned with the onion, and handed it to Max.
"So tell me more about what you do for a living Brad."
Brad went on to explain how he had just left his position at Walker Consulting, a business consulting firm that specialized in assessing and improving business efficiency to accept a position with Michelle as her personal consultant.
"So you're going to be traveling all around the world, looking into businesses for her?" Max questioned.
"Yeah, I guess she is a venture capitalist and likes to maintain a sizable interest in the company. So she wants me to do what I do best I guess, find the leaks and patch em." Brad explained.
"What if I told you I would give you double what she's offering, to come work for me instead." Max pressed, as he tossed the ingredients he had been cutting into a pan on the stove.
"Well dam, I wish I had met you a few weeks ago man, but to be honest I wouldn't even be in Hawaii if it wasn't for Michelle. She has really done a lot for us already and I haven't even done anything for her yet. If I hadn't already committed to her, I would jump at the chance man, but I really owe her." Brad explained.
"Well that sucks. I mean I respect your loyalty, but crap I could really use someone like you. I think you got just the right mix of brains and brawn for the kind of things I need you to do. What if Michelle let you out of the contract she has with you, would you consider it then?" Max continued his inquisition.
"Hey I would love to work with you man but like I said, I made a commitment to her, and if there's one thing I'm not, it's a flake. Brad snapped back, trying to make his point.
"Good morning, you two!" Brooke announced as she walked over to Brad and gave him a good morning kiss.
Brooke tossed her arms around Brad giving him a big hug, as if she hadn't seen him in weeks.
"I missed you last night. I came down to check on you and tossed a blanket over you when I saw you two had fallen asleep outside, in your wet underwear on top of that." Brooke explained as she went over to inspect the breakfast cooking on the stove.
The three new friends sat on the lanai, watching the palms sway as they shared a delicious breakfast made by their host. The morning was quickly warming, as the smell of plumeria filling the air and the rhythmic waves rolled onto shore. Both Brad and Brooke were feeling much more comfortable about their new friend and teacher. Any worry Brad may have had about him or his intentions quickly fading as he got to know Max and watch him interact with Brooke. Max was genuinely kind to them both, but never overly affectionate towards Brooke. It was obvious Max was trying to respect their marriage.
Brad had checked out for a minute as he watched his gorgeous wife talking to Max. Brad couldn't help but think back to the first time he had seen her sitting at the table talking to Nick and the fear that washed over him, as he witnessed her affection for him. The relationship Max seemed to be shooting for was more of a close family friend rather than a clandestine lover, and certainly wasn't the asshole ladies' man, trying to rub Brad's nose in his loss, like Logan.
