Something Forever
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“I see.” Mom nodded. “We’d better go get your father.”
“Can’t wait to see everyone,” Becky said. “I just got a text from Nicole and Kate. They’re here, checking in.”
My phone buzzed inside of my back pocket. I pulled it out to see who the caller was. “Max just landed,” I said aloud. Relief washed over me. He had arrived safely, but he still had to drive to the hotel.
We were just about to go to dinner when there was a knock on the door.
“Must be the housekeeper.” Dad opened the door. “Max.” I heard a pause for a second. My dad must have given him a hug. “You’re going to be my son-in-law. Call me Jonathan.”
My heart thumped faster from the sound of his name. Instead of going to him, I hid behind the bedroom door. My mom rushed to the door. “Max, my son-in-law.” She was going to give him a hug for sure. “You can call me Mom or Paige. I don’t care which one. How was the flight?” Mom asked. When I heard the sounds of their footsteps, my heart hammered even faster.
“It’s always the same. I’d rather be on land.”
My dad chuckled. “I have to agree, but we would fly for days for our daughter’s wedding.”
“I would fly anywhere for her, too,” Max said, slipping his hands inside his dress pants and glancing around. Max was looking for me. “Are you comfortable here? Do you need anything else?” Max asked like a perfect son-in-law.
“Everything is great. Thank you so much. Have a seat.”
“Don’t keep him hostage,” Mom laughed softly. “Jenna is in her room.”
“Thank you.” When Max took a step toward my door, I scurried away and hid behind the bathroom door. I was acting childish, but I was having fun.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Max sang. “You’re not thinking of backing out, are you?” His voice and footsteps were closer. I was about to jump out in front of him, but I decided to wait.
“If I could have this view when you’re not around then I wouldn’t miss you as much.”
What the heck was he talking about? What view? I turned to see Max peeking through the space between the door and the door hinge. Max was staring at my ass. “Max.” I walked out, laughing.
“I found you,” Max said excitedly, embracing me in his arms. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead. “I’m never going to let you go.”
I snuggled into his warmth and his love. “You better not,” I murmured against his chest.
Max pulled back. “How are you feeling?
“A lot better for sure.”
“Are you comfortable here? Is it spacious enough?
I snorted at his words. “Nope. It’s not big enough.” I lightly smacked his arm. “Are you seriously asking me that question?”
Max’s eyes opened wide with a grin. “I thought it was a good question to ask. Maybe I should ask another. Did you miss me?”
“Yes,” I said, unbuttoning the button at the top of his dress shirt, then the second, and the third. I felt Max’s chest shudder lightly when I slipped my hand inside his shirt.
“Good.” Max’s hand slid up the back of my legs and he started kissing softly on my neck. “You look beautiful in this lavender dress.” His hot breath against my neck caused a sudden tingle on my clit. “I love how I can feel your ass.” He lightly squeezed it. Then his finger slid further down, making me gasp with air. “I love your easy access dress.”
“My parents, Max,” I warned.
It was as if he had forgotten they were right outside the door. With one hand still on my ass, the other fell down to my stomach. “How is baby doing?”
“We are both good and we are very hungry.”
“Then we better get going.” Max raised my leg and anchored it on his hip. “There, much better.”
“Okay.” I nodded, but I had no idea what I was saying. Max was playing with my clit. His touches were slow and tender, but oh God, I wanted to take off his clothes. I started to unbutton his shirt, not caring about my parents.
“What are you doing, babe?” Max chuckled. He loved that I was losing control. “Remember our deal?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer. Max tilted my body to the side and kissed me in hunger, devouring me like he couldn’t get enough. “It’s time to go. We’re already a little late,” Max said, pulling back.
My breaths were so heavy I had a difficult time answering. Max helped me to stand and make sure my feet were planted on the ground. “You’re bad, Max.” I straightened my dress.
Max fixed a few strands of my hair to their places. “I can’t help it. Every time I’m near you, a switch turns on inside of me. I’m at your mercy.”
I bore my eyes deeply into his. “Are you going to feel that way when I’m fat?”
Max laughed out loud. “Of course I will. You’re not going to get fat. You’re going to be very pregnant.”
“Are you ready to be my husband and the father of our child?” I didn’t know why I asked that question. I knew he was, but I needed to hear it one last time.
“Babe, I’ve been ready since the first moment I saw you. I’m going to be honest. You already knew that I didn’t want to start a family right away, but that’s okay. That’s what life is all about. I can’t wait for you to officially be my wife. And I can’t wait to take you to my bed.” He growled underneath his breath. “I’m going to make sure you remember our wedding night. You’re not getting any sleep.”