Page 12 of Tempting Fate

Epilogue

Charlotte

Beau wasserious when he said he was going to marry me. So serious in fact that he proposed two weeks later with his grandmother’s engagement ring. I wasn’t expecting it, but I was ready with an answer. I loved Beau, and no amount of time would make that fact clearer than it already was. When I told him yes, he jumped to his feet and slid the ring on my finger. Beau gave me a month to plan the wedding of my dreams, but I was able to push it to two. It’s a good thing I had been planning this day since I was a little girl and already knew what I wanted. The day of the wedding Uncle Nolan walked me down the aisle and gave me away, only after telling Beau he was still the sheriff and would throw his ass in jail if he ever broke my heart. That day was just the start to our beautiful life together.

Here I am, four months later, and nervous as can be. I just took the lasagna out of the oven and finished setting our dining room table for six. I’ve been looking forward to tonight since I set it up on Monday and I want it to go perfectly. We’ve invited Beau’s parents and my Aunt Penelope and Uncle Nolan over for dinner to share some special news with them. This will be the first time since the wedding that we’ve all been together.

Strong arms wrap around me from the back and pull me against a warm chest. “Everything smells amazing darlin’.” Beau murmurs into my ear before sucking my earlobe into his mouth and biting it, sending a shiver down my back.

“Beau, we can’t do this now.” I say, trying to push his hands away, unsuccessfully I might add. I look at my watch and shake my head. Our family will be here in less than fifteen minutes and he wants to do the horizontal tango.

Beau grips my hips, pulling my ass to rest against his hard cock. “Why not?” He asks, brushing his hands down my sides before grabbing the edge of my dress and slowly starting to pull it up my thighs. “What did you expect me to do when I walked out to find my wife wearing a dress?” He asks, kissing down the side of my neck.

My stomach flutters and my pussy aches whenever my husband touches me, now is no different and he knows it. For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been needing him more than usual. I’m talking two to three times a day, which neither of us are complaining about. That along with my sore breasts and missed period made me grab a pregnancy test last weekend. Although we weren’t trying to get pregnant, we definitely weren’t preventing it from happening either. To be honest, I’m a little shocked we didn’t get pregnant sooner.

Beau leans me over the table and snaps the side of my thong against my ass. “What the hell is this?” He growls.

“Panties?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.

“You never wear panties. Why start now?” He asks, moving behind me. I can’t see him, but I don’t need to. I know the way he looks when he’s unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper as he pushes his jeans down around his knees, like he’s done so many times before.

Beau pulls my thong to the side, holding it there with his thumb as he grips my hip. Seconds later I feel him sliding the head of his dick along the seam of my ass before pushing it through my already wet pussy. There’s no time, but I need this, just like I’ll always need him.

“Jesus darlin’, you’re already soaked for me.” He moans, sliding his dick back and forth between my pussy lips. Beau positions himself at my opening and surges inside me until his balls rest snug against my ass.

“Beau,” I gasp as the air leaves my lungs.

“Put your arms behind your back darlin’.”

Laying against the table, I move my arms back so they’re resting just above my ass. With one hand still gripping my hip, he uses the other to hold both of my wrists pinning me to the table. He thrusts in and out of me, going faster and deeper with every thrust.

“Harder Beau, fuck me harder,” I moan like the wanton woman I’ve become as of late.

“Shit,” He gasps, holding me tighter and fucking me deeper than before. “Fuck, I’m going to come, please tell me you’re there darlin’.”

“Almost,” I say and moan when a second later I feel his thumb rubbing circles around my swollen clit. Nothing in the world matters more than feeling what Beau can do to my body and soul. From day one he’s been in my heart, loving me, guiding me, showing me that he’s the only man who can give me everything I need.

Beau’s thrusts deepen, becoming erratic as he moves faster inside me and I know any second he’s going to fill me full of his cum. Just the thought of it has me falling over the edge into oblivion, and Beau following right behind me.

Seconds after we’ve finished, in the quiet glow of our lovemaking, there’s a knock at the front door.

“Oh shit.” I groan.

Beau, my arrogant asshole of a husband only laughs as he ever so slowly pulls out of me, then helps me stand.

“I’m a mess. The table’s a mess. Everything is ruined now.” I say on the verge of hormonal tears.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t do that.” Beau says, brushing the hair out of my face. “Mess or not, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I roll my eyes and turn to walk down the hallway to go to our bedroom, but before I can take a step Beau wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.” He says, then leans down and steals my breath away with a kiss. The kind of kiss that has me forgetting everything but him.

We’re interrupted by another knock at the door, which is probably a good thing. That kiss could have very easily turned into a night spent in bed, much like how we spent the first night we made love.

“Go get ready darlin’, I’ll take care of everything else.”

“I blame this on you.” I say over my shoulder as I make my way down the hall.

I can hear him laughing as he opens the door to greet our family.

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