Epilogue Oops #2
“I knew the second I heard the news that Carter asked a lady to dance at a bar that he’d found the one.
Knew right away. The two eyes on my face might not work so well, but the third eye right here—” he taps the space between his brows, “—works mighty fine. That boy’s been enthralled with you ever since you walked into his life.
I’ve never known a pair more perfectly suited to each other.
The way you work so hard to make yourselves better, to be better together, a true team, it’s inspiring.
I don’t have to wish you all the happiness in the world, because I know you’ve already found it.
” Hank lifts his glass. “To a love that only grows stronger with age and never ends.”
Olivia’s out of her seat before I can push back from the table, crashing into Hank with enough force that I’m momentarily concerned the two of them might go tumbling to the ground. But I steady them, joining them and enjoying every second of this group hug.
As the dinner plates get cleared and the chatter is at an all-time high, I lean into my wife’s ear. “It’s almost time for our speech. Wanna get outta here for a quick five minutes?”
She lifts one knowing brow. “A quick five minutes, or a quick five minutes ?”
“I’d prefer a long two hours, but a quick five minutes will do.”
“You’re never quick, and you’re certainly never five minutes.” And yet she stands anyway, folding her napkin by her plate and pulling me from my chair.
The second I’ve got her behind a locked door, I pounce, backing her up against the vanity. “I love when you cry.”
Her forehead creases. “What an odd thing to say.”
“You’re fucking beautiful when you cry. Your eyes turn soft and melty, and they get the prettiest flecks of green and gold in them.
” I hike her dress up as delicately as I can, shimmy her white lace panties down her legs, and hoist her up on the counter.
“Plus, you’re such a softie, and I get great pleasure out of seeing that.
Such a stark contrast from the tough girl you pretend to be. ”
“I am tough.” Her head lolls to the side, tongue dancing across her top lip as she watches me pull out my cock, fisting it at the base, dragging it through her folds and over her clit. Wet, so wet.
“So tough.” I pull her into me, pressing my lips against her collarbone as I sink inside her. “You sat through an entire Sarah McLachlan SPCA commercial the night we met just so you didn’t have to make eye contact with me.”
“It was torture,” she says on a moan, rocking her hips into me. She starts yanking at my tie, fumbling with my buttons. “Off. I want this off.”
“Ah-ah,” I tsk, covering her hand with mine. “Quick,” I remind her. “Five minutes.”
My God, nobody pouts like Olivia, all frowny, pushing that bottom lip out as far as it’ll go. Laughing, I kiss it right off her face.
“I’m trying so hard not to ruin your hair right now,” I grunt out as I pick up speed.
“But all I wanna do is stick my hand in there, pull out all those damn pins and tiny little flowers, and fucking… fuck you . I wanna fuck you so hard and long you can’t remember what it feels like to not have me inside of you.
I wanna lay you down on our bed, rip this fucking dress off you, and worship every inch of this body until you know what it’s like to have every piece of you loved beyond measure. ”
Olivia whimpers, falling forward, gripping my shirt in her fist as I start rubbing her clit. “I already know…already know what that’s like.”
“Yeah?” I rest my forehead against hers, peering into those mocha eyes, and watch as she falls apart around me, her body trembling in my hold as I thrust once, twice more, and then I fall apart with her.
“Yeah,” she breathes out, touching her lips to mine. “If your love was all I had for the rest of my life, that would be more than enough.”
I like that answer a hell of a lot, and by the time we’re presentable enough, we make our way back into the ballroom.
My sister stops us dead in our tracks with a look of pure disgust on her face. “Oh, yuck. You two totally just had sex.”
“We did not,” Olivia insists at the exact same time I exclaim, “Sure as shit did.”
Jennie rolls her eyes and gags, stalking off to her seat.
“We’re ready for the champagne toast, Mr. Beckett,” our hostess tells me as we find our way back to our table. “Would you like us to serve it now, or hold off ’til after dessert?”
“Now is perfect. Thank you.”
Once the champagne is distributed and I have the microphone in my hand—Olivia says I don’t need one because I’m loud enough, but, pfft—we take our place in front of our friends and family. A server comes by with one last tray, offering a glass of champagne to Olivia.
“Oh, no. No alcohol for her.” I place a protective hand over her belly. “Isn’t that right, little mama?”
“ Carter !” Olivia gasps, and the dangerous slant of her eyes and pursed, cherry red lips tell me—wedding night and all—this girl might murder me, right here, right now.
“What?” I ask as innocently as I can manage, because I don’t want to die tonight, but I’ve obviously made a huge mistake I’m not aware of.
My eyes fall over her face, the expression that only seems to grow more outraged by the second, to my hand on the tiny swell of her little belly that you can only really see when she’s naked, the one I can never seem to take my eyes off of at home, and finally, out to the crowd, our family and friends, their shocked but happy faces.
Because I just told all two-hundred-and-fifty of our guests that my wife can’t drink alcohol.
Somehow, my lovely lady manages to narrow her eyes way past the point of what seems possible. Is she even seeing me still?
“ One rule ,” she scolds me in that whisper-yell teacher voice of hers that has the power to make all six foot four of me cower. “You had one rule tonight.”
I did. One rule.
Don’t tell anyone about the baby I accidentally put in my wife over the summer.
And I thought I could do it. Really, I did.
Cara and Jennie are cackling because they knew I couldn’t. I catch Adam sigh, slipping a bill to both Garrett and Emmett, who look about as smug as I normally do.
Well. I fucked up.
I dig deep, as deep as I can, and conjure up my most charming grin, extra dimply, the one that’s been known to get me out of trouble. I watch the anger dissipate, melting off Olivia’s gorgeous as hell face.
And I lift my shoulders in a shrug that’s anything but innocent.
“Oops.”
The End