Chapter 43
Brielle
Two Months Later
“So, what do you think?” Kane asks with a boyish grin. “Last chance to make your guess.”
We’re standing on the beach, under a pavilion Kane had brought in for today, with our closest friends and family surrounding us. There’s a table in the center, and on it are elegant-looking cake pops.
When he asked how I wanted to find out the gender, I told him that even though it’s super cheesy, I wanted to do something sweet, like having cupcakes or cake pops made for everyone in attendance—with pink cake for a girl or blue for a boy inside.
But that I wanted to wait until after the first trimester.
He didn’t laugh at me. He simply said he’d handle it, and for the next few weeks, I didn’t give it another thought. Between Kane recovering from his bullet wound and having to hire a new CFO and me getting the studio up and running and preparing for the grand reopening, we were busy.
So, when he told me not to make any plans for today, I didn’t think about it and was beyond shocked to walk out onto the beach and find our friends and family here to celebrate our pregnancy.
“I just want them to be healthy.” My hand goes to my belly. I’m four months along, and just being pregnant by the man I love is enough for me. It doesn’t matter whether they’re a boy or a girl.
“Well, I, for one, hope you’re having a girl.” Peyton laughs. “We need as many girls as we can get.”
She side-eyes her three rambunctious boys, who are currently playing in the sand, and everyone cracks up.
Peyton might act like they drive her nuts—and I’m sure they do—but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Peaches,” Dominick coos, “if you want a girl so badly, I’ll give you one.”
He waggles his brows, and Peyton scoffs.
“Yeah, okay. You might think you’re God, but even you can’t determine the gender of a baby, and your track record isn’t exactly good in that department.”
“Well, if they’re not a girl, we have three more tries since I want at least four kids,” I say.
“Four!” Peyton hisses. “You’re insane. Talk to me after you give birth.”
“Yeah, I thought I wanted to have a few, but with Alba being colicky, we haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep since she was born,” Dani says, giving her baby girl an affectionate kiss on her forehead. “I’m thinking one more, and we’ll be done.”
“Just make sure you’re on strong birth control then,” Peyton notes. “Because if Dominick is anything to go by, these Antonov men have strong sperm.”
“And on that note”—Kane coughs through his laugh—“let’s find out what we’re having.”
He hands out the cake pops to everyone and then hands me one.
“Ready?” he asks.
We bite into our cake pops at the same time and then expose them.
“It’s a girl!” we say in unison.
Kane pulls me into his arms and kisses me while everyone claps and cheers.
“You know what this means, right?” he murmurs.
“What?” I rasp.
“We have a princess on the way … which means you’re being upgraded to queen.”
His lips capture mine again, this time more passionately, and butterflies attack my belly. But before I can deepen the kiss, never having enough of him, he pulls back and then gets down on one knee.
“Brielle Antonova-Morgan,” he says with a grin spread across his face, “today wasn’t only for the gender reveal. I invited our friends and family here because I have a question for you …”
“Yes!” I squeal. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”
Everyone laughs, and Kane’s grin grows wider. And I realize I didn’t let him finish.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Blame it on the pregnancy brain.”
“I love you,” Kane says, standing. “And I want to give you the wedding of your dreams, on the beach with our friends and family. And I’d like to do it before this baby comes. So, my queen, what do you say? Will you go to the Bahamas with me next month and willingly marry me?”
“Yes!” I repeat, throwing my arms around his neck. “I will marry you as many times as you want.”
Kane lifts me into his arms and kisses me, and it takes everything in me not to beg him to carry me back to our house so he can make love to me.
On second thought …
“It’s not happening,” he murmurs, laughter in his voice. “Right now, we’re going to celebrate. And later, I’ll show you how thankful I am for you over and over again.”
Kane
Today has been a damn good day.
We found out we were having a little girl and Brielle agreed to marry me again.
I hadn’t been thinking when I asked her to willingly marry me, so we had to come clean to her mom about the truth of our marriage. She wasn’t thrilled, but when Brielle told her she wouldn’t change anything because it was what had led us to where we were now, she understood and congratulated us.
After saying goodbye to our friends and family and making sure the cleanup crew has everything under control, I walk my wife back to our house.
The second we’re through the door, she jumps into my arms.
“Thank you for today,” she murmurs, peppering sweet kisses all over my face.
“You never have to thank me for giving you what you deserve,” I tell her. “Every day, you give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Oh, yeah?” She smirks. “And what is it you want right now?”
She slides down my body and then removes her sundress, exposing her perfect tits, covered in sexy white lace, and her swollen belly.
“Do you want me?” she asks, reaching behind and undoing her bra.
She lets the material fall to the floor, and her breasts, which have grown since her pregnancy, drop slightly.
“I always want you.” I palm her breasts and gently pinch her nipples, making her moan.
“Hmm.” She steps back and shimmies out of her lace panties, giving me the perfect view of her neatly trimmed pussy. “How about this?” She backs up and drops onto the ottoman and spreads her legs. “Do you want this?”
I step toward her and cup her cunt. “I always want this.”
I lean over and capture her mouth with mine. My tongue parts her plump lips and delves in, stroking hers for several seconds before she pulls back.
“What about this?” she murmurs, sitting up and reaching for my dress pants. She unbuttons and unzips them and then pulls my cock out. “Do you want this?”
Before I can ask her to clarify, she does so by leaning over and taking my hard length into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss, running my fingers through her blonde locks. “I always want this.”
I watch her suck my dick for a few minutes, enjoying the way her warm, wet mouth slides up and down my shaft, and then I pull her off me.
“But what I want the most is to pleasure you,” I tell her as I lift her gently onto the ottoman since we’re clearly not making it to the bedroom.
I spread her legs and lean over her, kissing her chastely before I move my lips down the slim column of her neck and over to her breasts.
I lick and suck each sensitive nipple, making her mewl in pleasure.
And then I continue my descent to her belly.
It’s not big, but because she’s so toned, there’s an obvious bump there, and every time I see it, knowing she’s carrying our baby, it turns me on.
I trail kisses down her bump, and when I get to her cunt, I spread her lips and lean in so I can taste her.
“Kane,” she moans, “I’m too turned on. Don’t tease me, please.”
I chuckle. “I’m not teasing you,” I argue. “The gift of your pussy is the second-best thing you’ve ever given me.”
“What’s the first?” she rasps, not missing a beat.
I glance up at her. “Your heart.”
I work Brielle’s body over, making her climax twice before I get up and sit on the couch, pulling her on top of me.
“Ride me, Queen,” I tell her, guiding her onto my cock. “You’re in charge, baby. Take us both over the edge.”
With her arms around my neck and her soft lips slowly caressing mine, she sinks onto me.
She fucks me slow and steady, grinding her hips.
My wife knows exactly what to do to get us to climax, and within minutes, she’s screaming my name as she comes around my cock, and I drain every drop of my orgasm into her.
“This is what I want,” I tell her, pushing strands of hair away from her eyes. “I want you every day for the rest of my life. I fucked up, Bri, but I promise, I’ll cherish you and love you every day. And I’ll remind you that even though I betrayed you, what we have is worth having.”
“Our love isn’t simple,” she murmurs, leaning in and brushing her lips against mine. “But it’s so fucking beautiful. And I know we’ll spend the rest of our lives never taking it for granted again.”