by Amiee Louise
“This must be the famous Peyton, the girl who stole this lucky fella’s heart.”
Sam grins and squeezes me around the waist as if he is staking his claim on me. I smile shyly, and I feel my face flush. With the introductions done, Sam whispers to Jace, and he nods. As he nods, another car pulls into the driveway. The car is a fire engine red Ferrari GTO. My eyes widen at the sight, and I think I am instantly in love! The car pulls to a stop and Cole steps out of the car.
“Peyton.” He nods in my direction.
“Cole’s going to take care of you, angel, I’ll meet you there.”
Sam winks and gets in the car with Jace. The iron gates open and Jace speeds off through them. A puzzled look crosses my face, and Cole smirks.
“What’s going on, Cole? Where are you taking me?”
Cole is silent for a moment.
“If I told you that, sugar, I’d have to kill you!”
He winks and breaks out into a full-on rumbling belly laugh. He opens the passenger side door signalling for me to get into the car. I reluctantly get in, but don’t ask any more questions. We climb into the car and with the roar of the car’s engine, we begin our mysterious journey.
16
Peyton
We have been driving for at least an hour, and I see the familiar bright lights of the Las Vegas strip come into view. I crane my neck to take in the sights, and Cole chuckles softly.
“Curious, sugar?”
I grin and nod.
“You should be.”
We remain in a comfortable silence for the rest of the journey, and soon the car pulls to a stop. Cole gets out of the car and comes around to the passenger side to open my door. He offers me his hand and helps me out of the car. He closes the door, and I pull my sunglasses down to shield my eyes from the blazing sunlight. I look up and notice that we are outside the Mandalay Bay Aquarium. There is a sign outside and yellow tape cordoning off the entrance. The sign reads ‘Closed until further notice’. A young woman with short red hair approaches us and whispers to Cole. Cole nods his response and brushes my arm reassuringly.
“This is where I leave you, sugar.”
The young woman takes down the tape and signals for me to enter the aquarium.
“Good luck, Miss Harper,” she says brightly, and I am suddenly feeling apprehensive of what is to come. I take off my sunglasses and place my hand protectively on my stomach.
“What is your daddy planning, boo?” I say softly as I walk through into the dimly-lit main atrium of the aquarium. There is a large curved tank in front of me and a bench. I sit in front of the tank on the bench, and there is a single red rose with a note next to it. I pick it up and read it.
Peyton
When you walked into my life, you made me complete. You are my angel, my saving grace and my light in a world filled with darkness.
S x
I smile to myself, I love romantic Sam. Unexpectedly, the room is filled with music. I recognise the tune as Avenged Sevenfold’s Dear God. I let the dulcet honey tones of Matt Shadows wash over me. My eyes fill with tears at the lyrics and Sam’s husky voice comes over the speaker system.
“Watch the tank, angel.”
I look up, and I see a large figure swimming in the tank that resembles Sam. I watch his large frame bobbing in the water, complete with scuba diving gear and snorkel. The music continues, and Sam holds up a white sign with black writing on it, which reads:
You made me the happiest man alive…
When you told me you were expecting our first child…
He drops the sign and reveals another one.
Now will you do the honour…?
Of becoming my wife…?
He drops the sign to reveal another one, and as I take in the words, a tear rolls down my cheek.
Peyton Harper
Will you marry me…?
I grin so wide my jaw begins to ache, and the tears are falling freely now. I am so overcome and overwhelmed with Sam’s gesture I realise he is waiting for an answer. I look at him and nod enthusiastically.
“Yes! Yes! I’ll marry you!”
He makes a heart shape with his fingers and disappears. After what seems like an eternity, Sam appears fully dressed, and his hair is damp. He drops down to his knee and pulls a ring from the pocket of his jeans.
“Marry me, Peyton?”
I nod.
“Yes! I’ll marry you, Sam.”
I sob, and he places the ring on my finger. He places a single kiss on the ring and gets to his feet. He picks me up and spins me around. He nuzzles his face into my neck and breathes me in.
“God, you’ve just made me the happiest man on this fucking planet, angel.”
We look at each other, and Sam’s eyes are glazed too. I take in the ring that he has placed on my finger and gasp at the sight. It is truly beautiful. It is a platinum band with a large princess-cut diamond surrounded by small purple diamonds. It looks exquisite—expensive yet simple and understated. Sam lifts my hand and places a gentle kiss on my palm.
“Do you like the ring?”
I nod.
“It’s beautiful, Sam, it’s perfect,” I tell him, my voice thick with happy tears. He crouches down on his knees and places his hand on my stomach.
“Did you hear that, boo? Your mummy said yes! She is going to be Mrs. Peyton Newbolt.”
A tear escapes from the corner of his eye and rolls down his chiselled cheek.
“We’re going to be a proper family, boo: you, me and mummy, we’re all going to live happily ever after and you and mummy are going to want for nothing. I’ll protect you both and do whatever it takes to make you happy, I promise.”
His voice is shaky as he gets to his feet. He wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me to his hard chest. I wrap my arms around him, and in that moment, everything is perfect. Life is truly perfect.
After Sam’s romantic proposal at the aquarium, we go for a celebratory dinner at the famous Eiffel Tower restaurant. The view is spectacular and looks out over the whole strip, it is truly breath-taking. The food is wonderful, and throughout dinner, neither of us can stop grinning; we can’t take our eyes off each other. From the looks we get from the other diners, it is obvious that they recognise Sam, but none of them approach us which both of us are grateful for. After dinner, we make our way down to the waiting car, which is a sleek black Mercedes. Cole is waiting beside the car with a huge grin plastered across his face.
“I take it congratulations is in order, mate?”
Sam nods. He and Sam shake hands, and he kisses me softly on the cheek.
“Congratulations, sugar.”
He opens the car door. Sam and I climb in, and we pull away from the kerb. I snuggle closer to him, and he wraps his muscular corded arm around me. His other hand stroking my stomach gently.
“Hey, boo, this is your daddy.”
He begins to sing softly; his vocals never fail to amaze me. The soft rasp of his voice as he sings brings my skin out in goosebumps.
I recognise the song as “Heaven Sent” by Hinder. I let the lyrics and Sam’s voice wash over me. I am comforted feeling his hands on me, and as he continues to sing softly, I feel the baby moving. Sam stops singing and his eyes widen, telling me he felt it too.
“Did you feel that?”
I chuckle softly and nod. His eyes glaze over.
“Do you think boo heard me singing?”
I nod.
“Quite possibly, baby. Do you like your daddy’s voice, boo?” I say softly, and I feel it again.
“Wow!”
For the remainder of the journey he keeps his hand protectively on my stomach and soon the car pulls to a stop in Lucas’ driveway. We both get out of the car and walk into the house hand in hand.
“Hello? Is anyone here?” Sam’s voice echoes through the hallway.
“In the kitchen, hot stuff.”
My grip on Sam’s hand grows tighter as we walk into the kitchen. The kitchen is a hive of activity, a
ll the boys are sat around the breakfast bar, J.D is talking loudly on the phone, and the rest of the band’s entourage have appeared including Alistair, Blu, Skip, Caleb, Donovan, and Lex. They all nod a greeting to Sam and me.
“Now that everyone’s here, me and Peyton have something to say.”
Every eye in the room is on Sam and me, and I unexpectedly start to feel nervous. My heartbeat quickens, and my thoughts take a sudden nosedive. Will they think the only reason Sam proposed is because I’m carrying his baby? Sam squeezes my hand in reassurance.
“Me and Peyton … I asked her to marry me, and she said yes!”
Everyone in the room erupts with applause, all except J.D who scowls and leaves the room abruptly. The rest all congregate to offer their congratulations to Sam and me.
A few hours pass, and Sam and me are in our bedroom, relaxing before the gig. I am lying on the bed reading my Kindle, and Sam steps out of the bathroom. He is freshly showered, with a towel hanging low on his narrow hips and beads of water running down his washboard stomach. I look up at him and lick my lips at the sight of him.
“See something you like, angel?” he says huskily, and his voice causes the heat between my legs to pool with desire. He drops his towel, giving me a full-unrestricted view of his huge cock.
"I can smell your arousal, angel."
I bite my lip, and he strides gloriously naked towards me. I put my Kindle down and as I do; the sight of his cock greets me. It is standing to attention, hard and proud. He steps forward, and I feel so aroused I rub my thighs together.
"Ah, ah, angel, your orgasm is mine tonight. I'm in control, I say when and I say how." I actually whimper softly at his dominant words, and he chuckles. "I'm going to take it slow, I want to savour every inch of you. I want to worship you like the goddess you are, no part of you is going to be untouched, angel," he says seductively, and he grasps his erection in his hand. He starts to slowly stroke up and down. "Strip for me angel, let me see that beautiful body."
He helps me to my feet, and I lift the hem of my dress, pulling it off slowly until I am standing in my underwear in front of him. He moves closer until I feel his warm breath on my cheek. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. He pulls it off, and it drops to the floor.
"Christ, you have beautiful tits, angel." He cups my breast in his hand and kneads it gently. "So perfect." He takes my nipple and rolls it between his fingers, causing me to moan at the sensation.
"Sam," I moan breathlessly.
"Shhh, patience, angel, we have hours before the gig."
He smiles and leans down to take my other neglected nipple in his mouth. He suckles and laps it with his soft velvet tongue. I run my hands through his damp hair and tug gently. He growls against my breast.
"That's it, angel, grab my hair."
I tug his soft locks again, and he nips my nipple with his teeth causing a delicious pain.
"Mmm."
He yanks my knickers and the rip echoes through the room.
"Do you have a problem with my choice of underwear, Mr. Newbolt?"
He takes my nipple out of his mouth with a popping sound and looks up at me from under his eyelashes.
"They were in my way, and they were restricting my access. If it's a problem, I'll buy you a new pair. Hell, I'll buy you a whole wardrobe full, how does that sound?"
I smirk. "It will have to suffice, Mr. Newbolt." I mimic a posh accent, and he growls.
"Fuck, I love it when you're all serious. And soon, you'll be Mrs. Newbolt. This might be the last time we make love as Sam Newbolt and Peyton Harper."
He grins widely, and I practically melt at his feet as his famous dimples make a welcome appearance.
"We had better make it earth-shattering then."
He cocks his pierced eyebrow.
"You fucking bet I'll make earth-shattering, angel, I'm going to blow your fucking beautiful mind," he says huskily. "Everyone within a five-mile radius is going to know my fucking name because you'll be screaming it."
His hand moves down and finds my aching cleft. He swipes his finger up my slit and groans.
"Look how wet you are for me, angel, look how much I turn you on. Your pussy is aching for me to fill her, isn't she?"
I nod.
"Answer me, angel."
My eyes lock with his, and his green eyes are blazing.
"Yes! Oh God, I want your cock inside me, Sam, so fucking badly. I want to come all over your cock, and I want you to fill me with your hot salty come."
He lifts me off the ground and lays me down on the soft fur rug in front of the marble fireplace; he settles his large frame down between my legs.
"Are you ready for me to rock your world, angel?"
"Shut up and make love to me, rock star."
He pinches my sensitive nipple.
"Who's in control, angel?"
I love all the different sides of Sam that come out when we're making love. Dominant Sam, playful Sam, gentle Sam, and wild Sam. Tonight I am graced with dominant Sam, and I've never been so turned on in my entire life.
"I said, who's in control?" His voice is low and commanding, and I bite my lip.
"You are, Mr. Newbolt," I pant desperately, and he smiles wickedly.
"Good girl, and who do you belong to, angel?" I writhe on the floor fraught for him to touch me. "Ah, ah, all in good time, baby, now answer me, who do you belong to?"
I look at him, his eyes hooded with lust.
"I belong to you, Mr. Newbolt."
He nods.
"Fucking too right you do, angel; I don't fucking share what's mine. Do you understand?"
I nod.
"I need the words, angel."
"Yes, I understand."
He settles between my legs and licks up my slit.
"Now, I think you deserve a reward."
He licks my dripping cleft again and pushes his expert tongue up inside me. I grab my breasts in my hands and arch my back off the floor, it feels so good.
"Sam! Oh, Jesus!"
He pulls out his tongue and continues his expert and relentless licking. He is so good at knowing what I want.
"Fuck, you have such a beautiful pussy, so responsive and always soaking wet for me."
He introduces a long calloused finger and pushes it inside me.
"Please, Sam, I need to come, please make me come," I plead.
"Not yet, baby."
He introduces a second finger and pushes them deeper, finding my hidden g-spot. I buck against him, desperate for any ounce of friction to tip me over the edge.
"Naughty, bad girls get punished, you know that don't you, angel?"
He stops what he is doing and pulls his fingers out of me. He holds his fingers out to me.
"Taste yourself on my fingers, angel."
I take his fingers in my mouth and taste the tangy, sweet flavour of myself. I expertly lick and suck on his fingers imagining they are his cock. He pulls his fingers away from me.
"Bad girl."
I bat my eyelashes innocently at him. He throws his head back and laughs heartily.
"Now we both know you're far from innocent, angel."
He gets to his feet and strides across the room.
"Lie down and close your eyes for me, I'll be right back."
I wonder what he has planned and excitedly lie down, closing my eyes in nervous anticipation. I hear his footsteps on the soft carpet, and after a few minutes, he returns to me. He lifts my head gently up and proceeds to tie a silk scarf over my eyes plunging my world into darkness.
"Fuck me, you look so hot. Lift your arms above your head, angel." I do as he says, and he loops his belt around my wrists, securely fastening them in place. "Perfect."
He runs his hand gently from my chest all the way down to my feet, and I love the feel of his warm, calloused hands on me.
"You need to trust me, angel."
I bite my lip.
"I trust you, Sam."
I hear him pick up something and then I hea
r a buzzing sound.
