Just a Number (49 page)
Authors: A. D. Ryan
Owen isn’t pleased by this plan and groans. I can feel his urgency as his hands pull me impossibly closer, and he leans down, his warm breath fanning the bare skin of my neck and shoulder and giving me goosebumps. Then his lips brush the shell of my ear, and he whispers, “If this were our wedding, I’d already have dragged you into the nearest coat closet and had you pressed up against a wall with my cock buried deep inside you.” He knows exactly what this level of dirty talk does to me, and I have to keep myself from ripping his clothes off in the middle of the dance floor while my pulse quickens. Heat races through my body, heading straight between my legs and making me wet for him. “There’d be no waiting until the end of the night to get you back to the hotel room. I’d want to consummate our marriage as soon as possible.”
I giggle, feeling a blush shoot all the way through my body until my toes and fingers curl. “And you’d wait until the reception? And here I thought you were impulsive.”
He pulls back, looking somewhat confused, so with a wicked grin, I tug on his tie and pull him close, my lips grazing his ear lobe. “I’d have pulled you into the coat closet within minutes of saying ‘I do.’”
Owen’s eyes grow wide, and he looks around the room. My dad and Carla are both preoccupied with their guests, and no one seems to be paying much attention to us, so Owen takes my hand and we rush from the banquet hall, laughing as we head straight for the coat closet just beyond the room. The door is unlocked, the room unoccupied, and we slip in. Owen pushes me against the door, his lips attacking mine as the lock clicks behind me.
His hands are all over me, grabbing, pushing, pinching, pulling. They move down my body, and his fingers work quickly to gather my skirt while I mindlessly fumble with his belt and then the button on his pants. His pants and underwear fall to the floor, pooling around his ankles, and he pulls my panties to the side before lifting me off the ground and plunging inside of me. There was no need for foreplay, because the things he said to me on the dance floor had done exactly as he’d intended.
Our eyes lock as Owen’s hips move with purpose. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, but when I feel my orgasm beginning to swell, I pull Owen’s face to mine and kiss him hard, moaning and mewling into his mouth as he comes. Moments later, I follow suit, my legs tightening around him and my body trembling.
The scent of sex lingers in the air, and the sound of our breathing fills the room. My skin is sticky with sweat, and I assume my hair is not nearly as immaculate as it was ten minutes ago. Owen remains inside me for a moment longer, his slick forehead pressed against my sternum before he looks up. The look on his face catches me off guard, and I regard him with curiosity.
“This isn’t how I planned it in my head, and I didn’t see it happening for a while yet, but I just need to know…”
I inhale deeply, realization snapping into place as the fog of my orgasm clears. He hasn’t even asked me yet, and my eyes burn with unshed tears. My emotions have been uncontrollable lately.
“Amelia, will you marry me?”
My chin quivers and tears slip from my eyes as my head bobs up and down. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice breaking in my happiness. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Owen kisses me again, and I start to giggle uncontrollably. He pulls away, eyebrows arched with confusion. “You realize you just asked me to marry you while still inside me, right?”
Owen’s eyes light up with his smile, and he shrugs. “Well, I don’t have the ring on me tonight, so I figured I had to do something special.” I cover my mouth to contain the loud laugh that tries to escape. “Besides, I’ve done the traditional proposal before. I figured I’d switch it up this time and see if I got better results.”
“And?”
“Well, I can’t be completely sure yet, but I’m still inside you and you said yes, so I’m going to assume these are all positive signs.”
I kiss Owen again as he withdraws from between my legs and lowers me to the floor. He’s running his hands through his hair while I readjust my thong and dress, and I figure now is as good a time as any to tell him what I’ve been keeping from him these last few days.
“So,” I begin, nervous butterflies flapping in my belly. “Did you have a particular timeframe in mind for this wedding?”
Owen shrugs. “Not really.”
I smirk, standing up straight and placing a hand over my lower belly. “Well, not that there’s any rush, because our relationship has never really followed a specific set of rules, but how would some time within the next nine months sound?”
Owen eyes me curiously, eyebrows pulled together as he tries to decipher the expression on my face. His gaze shifts down to where my hand rests, and his blue eyes widen before snapping to mine. “You mean…?”
I nod once, biting the inside of my cheek to contain a squeal. “I do. I found out a couple days ago, but wanted to find the right moment to tell you.”
Owen rushes toward me and whisks me off the ground, peppering my face with kisses until his lips find mine, and we share a long, celebratory kiss before he asks, “How? You’re on the pill.”
I’m not exactly proud of how this happened, but I’m a firm believer in things happening for a reason and when they’re supposed to. “I think it was that impromptu weekend getaway we took. You picked me up after packing our things. I didn’t have my pills on me, but I thought I could maybe play catch-up when we got back. Apparently I was wrong. Are you mad?”
His initial reaction had seemed positive, but I didn’t want him to think I was trying to trap him into anything. He’s wanted kids for a while, but we’d always agreed to discuss it before allowing it to happen.
His smile only widens. “Of course I’m not mad,” he assures me. “Sweetheart, this is the best news.” He kisses me again, his lips lingering instead of persisting. “Thank you.”
We celebrate our engagement and pregnancy in silence for a few more minutes before we remember where we are and why.
After slipping out of the coat closet, I excuse myself to use the washroom while he waits for me, and then we head back to the wedding. Just inside the doors to the hall, Owen looks down at me with a smile and sweeps me back out onto the dance floor for another dance. This time our happiness is fuelled by our little secret…
A secret that we won’t keep from everyone for too long this time.
A B O U T T H E A U T H O R
A.D. Ryan resides in Edmonton, Alberta with her extremely supportive husband and children (two sons and a stepdaughter). Reading and writing have always been a big part of her life, and she hopes that her books will entertain countless others the way that other authors have done for her. Even as a small child, she enjoyed creating new and interesting characters and molding their worlds around them.
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