I saw Sasha’s mother dab at her eyes a few times while her father held her next to him. Watching their first daughter drive off into married life must have been a bittersweet moment for them.
Cole and I waved as the car pulled out of the drive. Sasha and Cal would be on their way to their St. Croix honeymoon tomorrow. Tonight, they had the bridal suite at the Wave Oasis, a gift from Sasha’s boss.
Everyone milled around for a few seconds, drinking bottled water. No one was ready to go home. Nights like that were hard to leave.
“Hey, I think we should light up the bonfire.” Lance came up behind us. He had had a few beers. “A little after party is in order.” His wedding date was a few paces behind him. I met her during the reception.
It seemed late to start one, and I wasn’t sure about taking my blue dress on the beach, but friends didn’t get married every day.
Cole’s hand slid along my back. “You up for it? I can take you home.”
“Yes, I think it’s a good idea,” I answered. “It’ll be fun.” It was the last party in what seemed like never-ending events.
We could be homebodies the rest of the fall and winter.
Mary Ellen bounced over. “Are we going to the beach?”
I wished I could read Cole’s mind. Would he be ok if Mary Ellen and Aiden tagged along?
Cole answered, “Yep. Come on.”
And just like that, Cole had invited Aiden to the local bonfire. I didn’t know what to say. It was possible there was an impending apocalypse. I checked the sky, but all I saw was a brilliant October Texas sky littered with stars.
I was impressed with how quickly the guys pitched in to stack the wood. Aiden carried an armful of wood from Lance’s truck. I doubted he did much manual labor growing up, unlike Cole, but he was helping.
“Do you see what I see?” Mary Ellen danced over to me.
“Uh, no. What are you talking about?”
“Look at that.” She pointed to the fire. “They are actually working together.”
I stared in disbelief. Aiden was handing Cole logs of driftwood while Cole added them to the blaze. If I didn’t know better, I might classify it as teamwork.
“Maybe I had too much champagne.” I blinked again. Of course, I hadn’t had a drop.
Mary Ellen laughed. “No, it just means that they are getting along. It’s all going to work out, Kaitlyn. You want something to drink? Lance said there’s a cooler in the back of his truck.”
I shook my head. “I’m good.” I lifted my water bottle.
I watched as she skipped toward Lance’s tailgate. Sure, it was nice for a change that Cole wasn’t plotting how to knock Aiden on his ass, but I didn’t expect it to last. It couldn’t. They definitely weren’t chitchatting or slapping each other on the back, but they were loading the fire with wood. It was something I never thought I’d see. There were some deep-seated issues between them. What worried me the most was that Cole might wake up in the morning regretting his decision to sell the Dunes.
It was a beautiful fantasy to think we could ride off into the sunset and live off his fortune while Aiden demolished the Dunes and built a high-rise on it. How would Cole live with this decision? What would he tell his children? Our baby?
“What’s going on in that head of yours, darlin’?” Cole stood next to me.
“Is it that obvious?” I was trying to keep up with the party spirit, but there was too much going on in front of me: Cole and Aiden, Mary Ellen and Aiden, and the fact that we were hiding a huge secret from everyone.
His hands brushed over my shoulder as if I were wearing my hair down. “Did I tell you how pretty you looked at the wedding?”
I turned in the sand so that I was leaning into him, chest to chest. “No, I don’t think you did.”
“Don’t tell Sasha I said this, but you were the prettiest girl in the church.” He kissed my neck. I felt little shivers cascade down my spine. His fingers laced through mine, drawing me even closer.
I giggled. “You are not supposed to say that. Today was Sasha’s day.”
“But I mean it,” he growled against my ear.
We stayed like that for a while, pressed against each other, the bonfire roaring nearby while our friends danced up a storm on the beach. I loved dancing, but I loved being held by Cole more.
“Cole?” I looked at his face, glowing with the last flames of flickering firelight.
“Hmm?”
“Take me to bed?”
He smiled. “Do you think we’ll make it in the house?”
I blushed, tipping my chin toward him, daring him to kiss me in front of everyone, although everyone was coupled off and I doubted anyone would notice.
“Do you want to make it in the house?” I teased. My eyes locked on his. This shameless seduction had me burning up for him. I didn’t think he was serious, but I was completely turned on.
I was addicted to pregnancy sex.
“Why don’t we start walking back and you’ll find out.” He stood from the log we used as a seat, his hand extended.
Every part of me started working in overdrive. My breath was rapid, my skin sensitive to his touch, my pulse surging rapidly. All I could think about was how tangled up we were going to get before we even walked through the door.
I didn’t bother saying good-bye to Mary Ellen or Lance. We disappeared into the shadows and followed the dunes to our cottage before anyone realized we had left the party.
I started to climb the stairs when I felt Cole’s hands sliding along my bare legs. He was a few steps below me, and I kept a slow pace as I climbed to the next step, not wanting to lose his touch. I stopped, clutching the railing as his hand reached between my legs, and over my backside, gripping the waist of my panties and guiding them down my legs. I closed my eyes, reminding myself I had to breathe and keep climbing the stairs. I stepped forward, allowing him to work them over my ankles.
Thank God, we didn’t leave the lights on the ocean side of the house. I didn’t expect to arrive beachfront at the end of the night. I took another step. His hand was pushing the sides of my dress up as he eagerly fought to dip along my hot wet skin. I stopped until his chest was heaving against my back. I needed him to steady me, all the feelings were incredibly intense—the ones in my heart and the ones raging through my body.
His mouth descended on my neck, and I reached behind me, grasping at the back of his head. The harder he kissed me, the more his fingers reached inside me. Twirling and spreading until I was craving every ounce of him.
“Cole, we’re outside,” I moaned. It wasn’t the first time we had made out by the beach, but the way he was escalating things, I could tell he wasn’t about to stop.
“Keep walking.” He bit my ear.
I did as he commanded until I was at the top of the stairs. The sliding glass door was in front of me, and I could see our beautiful new couch, but Cole twisted me toward him, catching my mouth with his passionate lips. He walked backward until he was leaning against the railing. I grasped at his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, knowing I was abandoning any sense of reality. His tongue lashed against mine with lightning strikes that had my head spinning.
I heard his pants drop to the deck, and his belt buckle clang against the wood. He hiked my dress up over my hips and brought my one leg to the crossbar on the railing. I realized exactly what he was doing. His fingers dug into the small of my back as I climbed onto the frame with my other foot, this time with certain purpose. I planted a kiss on his mouth then sank with all my force onto his wide cock.
“Oh God,” I whimpered.
I began to rock against him, taking us both to new heights on the deck, high above the ocean, in the dark, far from the bonfire on the beach, but knowing we were igniting something in each other we could never extinguish.
“So fucking beautiful. Fuck me harder, baby,” he commanded.
He braced himself against the railing as I brought us closer together, and then worked to the edge of us dying to b
e connected again. He groaned as I slid against him. The wind whipped over my face as my head reeled back. I had never felt such total abandon, yet complete connection with another person. I smiled when I saw him bite down on his lip. I was driving him beyond crazy.
“Don’t hold back, baby.” He met my eyes with hunger. “My leg’s fine.” He clutched my bottom, driving me harder and deeper against him. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop,” he moaned in my ear.
“Oh my God, Cole.” I thought we might burn the house down, starting with the top deck.
“You feel it? Everything between us?” His teeth raked over my shoulder until he was bearing down on my neck.
I nodded against his chest before I called his name, needing him to release me, to keep me like this forever, to hold me tighter, to let me fall.
The strength in his hands rocked me higher and deeper than I anticipated. My hands reached for the railing on either side of him. But just when I thought I could keep the intensity going, keep giving him this part of me, keep making him feel all the love I had for him, my body began to break and shatter from the inside out. I folded in his arms, breathless and hungry for more.
“Take me to bed, please,” I begged. “I need you. More. I need more.” It wasn’t enough. Reckless insane outdoor deck sex wasn’t enough.
Cole didn’t say a word. He wrapped his arms around my back and carried me straight to our bedroom where I fell in love with him all over again.
28
Cole
I poured milk into Grayson’s bowl. I sat next to him with my cup of coffee. He laughed as the Cheerios made an O on his spoon.
“Look.” He pointed.
“Yep. That’s an O.” I cut up a banana and tossed some blueberries in a bowl with them. He was a big fruit eater.
Kaitlyn was sleeping. I knew she was exhausted after last night. After everything.
She had gone above and beyond for Sasha.
Grayson shoved a banana slice in his mouth. “Mmm.”
God, I didn’t know if my heart had ever been this full. I loved that girl. And if she hadn’t been the one to convince me to take a chance. To break the rules. I don’t know where Grayson and I would be.
She had done everything for him. There was a calendar on the fridge with his snack schedule and show and tell days for preschool. She made sure he was ready for picture day, and that he had play dates with other kids.
She held him when he cried. She slept next to him when he had his earache.
And then there was my fucking accident. She put up with more than anyone should have to. And what did she do? She loved me through every second of it.
I was whole because of her.
I knew before the wedding last night. I knew before she told me about the baby. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
“Hey, Grayson, want to help me surprise Kaitlyn?”
His round eyes gleamed. “Surprise? Like birthday?”
I laughed. “Sort of. A little different. Can you sit here a second?”
He nodded, occupied with his cheerios.
I kept a fireproof safe in the back of his closet. I grabbed the key from the kitchen drawer and walked to Grayson’s room. I stuck the key in the lock and twisted it until it was open.
I held the ring box in my hand. It was the one thing I had from my mother that meant anything to me. I cracked the lid. The diamond glittered even after all these years. I snapped the lid shut and walked back to the kitchen.
“Ok. Here’s what we’re going to do,” I explained to Grayson. “I need you to draw a picture for Kaitlyn, ok?” He nodded. “I’ll get her breakfast ready and then we’re going to surprise her with this present.” I held up the ring box.
“I wanna see.” He jumped to try to grab it from me.
I put it in his hands. It was his future too.
“Wow.” He looked at the ring. Yeah, it was wow.
“Ok. You get to work on the picture. Here are the crayons. I’ll make pancakes.”
Twenty minutes later we had a display put together on a tray. Kaitlyn had used this a hundred times to bring me snacks and meals when my leg was healing.
I hoped with the cloth napkin and the flowers from the garden that it carried a different message.
I was so fucking nervous. I swallowed hard.
“Let’s go.” I nudged Grayson forward as he tottered down the hall. He pushed the bedroom door open.
Kaitlyn stretched her arms wide and he climbed on the bed with her.
“Good morning.” She smiled.
“Good morning.” She looked gorgeous.
“Surprise.” Grayson giggled.
She started to sit up. “What’s this?” She looked at the tray.
“This is breakfast in bed. I thought you might want some extra rest.”
She nodded. “I’ve never been this tired in my life.”
I sat on the edge of the mattress and presented the tray. “Surprise.” Grayson giggled again.
“It’s a great surprise.” She still hadn’t seen the ring box. “Pancakes are my favorite.”
“Baby.” I eyed her.
“What is it?” She looked confused.
I placed the tray next to her. I couldn’t take it any longer. I picked up the box.
“Oh my God. Oh my God.”
I nodded as the lid cracked. “I know exactly what you meant when you told me you kept trying to find the perfect time and place to tell me about the baby, but life kept getting in the way.” I watched her eyes mist. “I’ve thought of a hundred ways to do this.” I pulled the ring from the velvet cushion. “And after last night, I realized the only thing that matters is that I do that. That I tell you how much I love you. That you know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” I held the diamond between us. “Kaitlyn Sinclaire, will you marry me?”
“Marry me,” Grayson chirped next to us and we laughed.
“Yes. Yes.” Her hand trembled as I slid the ring over her knuckle.
She wrapped her hands around my neck and I kissed her. “I love you, baby.”
She looked at Grayson. “Please tell me it’s not because of the baby,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “I wanted to ask you the first night you moved. I swear.” I looked at her. “I couldn’t make it fall into place. And if I keep waiting it never will.”
She kissed me again, climbing into my lap. Grayson had jumped off the bed and was making a fort with pillows.
“I thought I was happy, but this is happy,” she whispered.
I pressed my forehead to hers.
“It is.”
“Did you tell my dad? Ryan?” she asked.
I groaned. “Not yet.”
She bit her lip. “This could be a fun Christmas.”
I laughed. “I don’t care how you want to do it. As long as when we get on the other side you’re my wife.”
Her eyes lit with mischief. “That sounds kind of hot.”
I skimmed the outline of her breast. “You are going to be my wife,” I growled.
She nodded. “Your wife,” she echoed.
Grayson jumped off the pillows and landed with a thud. She nodded toward him. “I guess we can celebrate together a little later.”
“Or go for a family walk on the beach?” Maybe it would cool us down until I could fuck my soon-to-be-wife into as many orgasms as she waned.
“Yes.” She smiled. “We are a family, aren’t we?”
I looked at the ring on her finger. The one my mother had worn. “Yes. We’re family. My family.”
“Can I eat the pancakes now? The baby is starving.”
I laughed. “If he wants pancakes, eat pancakes.”
She stuck her fork in the center. “Who said it’s a he?”
My eyes widened. “You think it’s a girl?”
She shrugged. I saw the gimmer in her eye. “Scared of pink?”
Oh hell. A daughter?
I shook my head. “No. Not at all.”
“I can handle a girl.” I balked. I knew nothing about girls. I knew football. The Marine Corps. Tools and trucks. My brow started sweating.
Kaitlyn winked. “Don’t worry. We’ve got this.” She squeezed my hand.
And it was true. We did.
29
Kaitlyn
Monday morning rolled around, and Cole and I both went to work like usual. Nothing felt normal though. I had a big diamond on my hand.
He hadn’t heard from Aiden and I still had guests at the Dunes I needed to visit. It was also stock delivery day, and Sam, the driver, liked to unload early so he could hang out and chat about his grandkids for a while.
I hadn’t asked Cole yet what to do with the pending reservations on the books or the ad I had paid for through the end of the year. I wasn’t completely ready to trust that Aiden would drop the suit. When Cole had a signed contract in his hand, I’d believe it. I realized the wedding magic might have gotten to everybody Saturday night. It had swept me off my feet.
Mary Ellen had made it to Chapel Hill without plans from Aiden. I assured her again he just had too much on his mind to map out a long-distance relationship. I knew from experience trying to book plane tickets and visits weren’t easy when you lived in two different states. He was clearly a perpetual flirt. I just hoped for Mary Ellen’s sake that he wasn’t a heartbreaker too.
“Hey, pretty girl.” Cole ducked his head in the door.
“Hey. What’s going on?” I didn’t plan on seeing him this early.
“I got a call from Aiden. He said he wanted to talk to both of us in a few minutes.” He strolled into the office.
“Me?”
He nodded. “Yep. Said it involved you too, but wouldn’t get into it on the phone.”
“What do you think it is?” My stomach was already twisting in pretzel-sized knots. I would punch him if he backed out of the deal he and Cole had struck at the wedding.
Cole huffed. “Trying not to jump to conclusions. Never a good idea.”
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