Finding My Forever (Beaumont 3)

She walks to the bar and the barman flirts with her. It’s enough to make my blood boil. Is he her type? If so, I’m out of the running. He’s tall, lanky and looks like he plays basketball. The only thing I can play is her body and I know damn well I’ll be able to make her sing with the touch of a finger. The barman hands her a napkin and I have no doubts it probably has his number scrawled on it. He wants to take her on a date. I want to fuck her.

I down my whisky and coke and decide to take my chance. She can turn me down, I’ll be okay, but I don’t think she will. I’ve seen her watch me. I know that look. I’ve seen her undressing me, wondering what I have hiding under my jeans. If I play my cards right, I’ll be able to show her.

I saddle up behind her, placing my hands on her hips. My thumbs dig into her arse, hitting her pressure point. “Is he bothering you, love?” I say, loud enough to get the barman’s attention. He shakes his head and goes back to his work. Jenna turns around in my arms, my hands don’t leave their new favourite place. No one told me that when I touched the fiery red head that my palms would burn.

“What are you doing, Jimmy?”

“I’ve come to rescue you.”

“Who says I need to be rescued?” Jenna crosses her arms over her chest, accentuating her glorious breasts. They’re a fine set of puppies that I need to taste, tickle and push my face into for the next hour.

“Want to have a little fun?” Usually I just have to nod to the door and women fall over themselves to get to wherever it is we are going, but with her, it’s going to be different.

“What do you have in mind?”

I look around, making a note of where Liam and Harrison are. The last thing I need is for either of them to give me shit for fucking around with Jenna, but I need to scratch this itch and I’m fairly certain by the looks she’s been giving me that she wants it too.

“Is there somewhere we can go?”

Jenna looks around. She bites her lower lip, enticing me more. “There’s a room down the hall past the bathrooms. I’ll meet you there.”

She walks out first, leaving me to watch her arse sway. I’m not going to have any qualms about lifting that skirt up and burying myself deep inside her. I want to hear her scream my name and watch her come undone with my expertise.

I wait a few minutes, probably not long enough, but I can’t wait any longer, I need to feel her legs wrapped around me. I walk, faster than normal, down the hall. The sound of the wedding celebration becomes muffled the further I put the party behind me.

The door is cracked open. I shove it open, my eagerness obvious. She turns, her skirt twirling. If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were filming a scene for a b-rated porn film. The only thing missing is the cheesy music.

I shut the door, locking it behind me. Jenna doesn’t move closer. She stands on the other side of the room, her hands behind her back. I slip off my jacket and place it on the chair. My tie is next. This is going to be quick, but I want her to touch me. I want to feel her nails dig into my skin. I unbutton my shirt and undo my belt. I take out my wallet and grab the condom I put there earlier. I place it on the table, her eyes watching my every move.

“Ever done this before?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve never had sex outside of a relationship before.”

I reach out, placing my hand on her hip and pull her to me. “If you don’t want to, I’ll leave.”

Her eyes bore into mine. “I’m here aren’t I?”

“What are you doing?” Jenna stretches out next to me. For the first time, in a long time, I made love to a woman. This time it was different. This time the buildup of a relationship wasn’t there. This time it’s my wife.

“Thinking.”

“About what?” she rolls and faces me. I curl her hair behind her ear, moving closer. I take her hand in mind, kissing her palm.

“About the night we conceived our baby. Were you ever going to tell me?” She shakes her head, hiding her face in the pillow. “Why not?”

Her shoulders shrug. I pull her up, enough so I can see her. She looks so beautiful with the sun shining through the window.

“I didn’t want you to think you had to stick around. Even now, if you want out, if you want to move on like nothing has happened, I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” She puts her hand on her stomach. The small round, but noticeable, bump is barely hiding behind her hand. The same hand I placed a diamond ring on last night, a ring that I meant, with every fibre of my being, to give her.

I know life, for me, is going to be different. No more late nights. No more women. Instead, I’m going to have a wife that I’ll come home to each night and lie in bed with on Sunday mornings. I want to be different from my dad. No, I have to be different. My child and wife deserve the world. I won’t let Jenna suffer because of the fucked up choices I’ve made for myself during the past three years.

“I don’t want out,” I say, putting my hand over hers. “This is where I want to be. When Liam told me you were pregnant I wanted to hurt the guy who was responsible, but when he said how many months you are and that it happened sometime around the wedding, I knew I was that guy. I’m not going to let you do this by yourself. We’re going to be partners in everything. The only way you’re going to get rid of me is to tell me that the baby’s not mine, but I know in my heart that it is.”

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; “We don’t have to be married for you to be a part of the baby’s life if that’s what you want.”

I push her down and hover over the top of her. “I want to be married to you. You’re fucking sexy as hell and you rock my world, Sweet Lips.”