Page 79 of Big Daddy Christmas
“This is the part where you say yes,” Silver whispered in her ear, and a moment later an elbow dug into her side, jolting her out of her shocked state.
“Yes!” The word burst out of her, followed by an almost hysterical laugh as she launched herself at the love of her life, no longer caring that the tears pouring down her cheeks were probably ruining her makeup. “Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you!”
Another round of cheers erupted around them as Beckett slid the ring onto her finger and pulled her to him for a deep, fierce kiss. “Fuck, I love you, Ruby Red. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Same. You’re stuck with me now, Bex.”
The arms around her tightened as he growled low in her ear. “You are so going to pay for that, little girl.”
Beckett
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How many goddamn pictures did one person need?
All he wanted was to get his girl, his fiancée, somewhere private so they could properly celebrate their good news. But not only did Lottie’s photographer have a list two miles long of pictures that needed to be taken with the wedding parties, their families together, their families separately, and a million other variations, Lottie insisted on him and Ruby taking pictures together. Which was sweet, it really was, but he just wanted a few minutes alone with his babygirl.
Well, maybe more than just a few.
Some of his irritation must have shown on his face, because after what felt like the hundredth picture of just him and Ruby, Braden stepped in, his mouth quirked up in the amused smile he almost always wore when Lottie was involved. “All right, Lottie-bug. I think that’s enough for Beckett and Ruby. We should let them have a few moments alone, don’t you think?”
“Oh, but…” Lottie heaved out a dramatic sigh when Braden raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re right. Sorry, I’m just really excited.”
Now he felt like an asshole who’d just kicked a puppy. Forcing a smile, Beckett stepped forward to cup her face in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I adore you, Lottie. Thank you for sharing your day with us.”
“Thank you for letting me be a part of your big moment.” Tears glimmered on her lashes. “I’m really so fucking happy for both of you. Now go drag Ruby off somewhere and do whatever it is you’re clearly itching to do.”
His smile now wasn’t the least bit forced as he turned back to where Ruby was standing just behind him, hunger in her eyes as she gripped the giant bouquet Lottie had bequeathed to her.
“Come on, Ruby Red. Let’s go celebrate.”
Grabbing her hand, he all but dragged her up the aisle, much to the delighted laughter and catcalls of their friends.
“Where are we going?” she asked, amusement winding around the words as he pulled her toward the elevators.
“Our room.”
“We have a room? Here?”
“Yes.” The elevator arrived with a telltale ding and as soon as the doors slid open, he stepped inside and hit the button for their floor before turning to pull his confused babygirl into his arms. “I wanted to be able to celebrate without having to wait to get you to the club.”
If he hadn’t been holding her up, he was fairly certain she would have melted into a puddle at his feet. “I love you, Beckett Stone.”
“I love you, Ruby…” A laugh bubbled up in his chest. “I just realized you’ll be Ruby Stone.”
One dark brow kicked up toward her hairline. “Who says I’m taking your name, Bex?”
A primal, possessive need welled up in him, gripping him by the throat as he pressed her up against the wall of the elevator. “You will. Because I want the whole world to know without a doubt who you belong to. My woman, my ring on your finger, and my goddamn name.”
Eyes wide, she stared up at him, the muscles in her throat working as she swallowed hard. “That’s not very feminist of you.”
“Yeah, well, nobody’s perfect.”
The elevator stopped with another ding, and again he had her by the hand, pulling her along behind him as he hunted for their room. And as soon as he had her inside, the door snicking shut behind him, he pressed her up against the painted wood, her skirt up around her waist as he shoved his hand into her silky panties. “My pretty babygirl,” he murmured, skimming his teeth down the side of her throat as she arched into his touch with a gasp. “Come for Daddy, baby. Let me feel that pretty little cunt squeezing my fingers when you come.”
She did as he demanded with a loud cry, her body shuddering as the first orgasm crashed over her. The first of many, if he had anything to say about it.
“Bed. Now.”
