It’s been a week since Erin and I got married. I’d like to say it’s been the best week of my life, but every day, things just seem to get even better. I can’t believe how much my life has changed this past year, but I honestly wouldn’t want it any other way. I have a gorgeous wife, a baby on the way and a job I love. Life is pretty much perfect right now.
“Ryan!” Erin screams, making me smile.
“What, babe?” I call out, as I sit in my chair in the living room waiting for her to finish getting ready.
“These fucking pants make me look fucking fat,” she says, stomping into the living room wearing nothing but said pants and a bra.
I smile at her, my eyes focused on her gorgeous tits as they practically spill from her red bra.
“Ryan Summers,” she says, walking towards me. “My eyes, are up here,” she adds, her finger under my chin and tilting my head up to her face.
I burst out laughing, the memory of the night we first met almost a year ago, when she did this exact same thing to me, flashing before my eyes. “Baby,” I say, sliding my hands around her waist and pulling her between my legs. “You look beautiful.”
“I look fat,” she says, pouting.
I press a kiss to the tiny bump that’s now her belly. “Beautiful,” I repeat. “And late,” I add, looking up at her face. “Can we hurry this tantrum up please?”
Erin gives me a wicked smile as she slides a hand into my hair. “You’re very lucky I love you, Ryan,” she says, her fingers tightening as she pulls my head back.
“You getting rough with me, Red?” I ask, grinning as I slide my hands down to her ass and give it a smack.
“Maybe,” she says, smirking at me. “If you’re not careful, I might just have to tie you up and have my wicked way with you.”
I stand and pull Erin’s body so it’s flush against mine, her breasts now pushed against my chest and making my dick twitch. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I whisper, my mouth at her ear. “To have me completely at your mercy, to do anything you please with.”
“Pfft,” Erin scoffs, her hands gripping my ass. “Like I don’t already.”
I grin, before giving her another smack on the ass as I turn and walk her back to the bedroom. “You wish,” I say. “But we are seriously late, Erin, and I can’t be late on my first night, babe. What kind of example would that be?”
“Fashionably late,” she says, her head falling back onto my shoulder as she smiles up at me.
I can’t resist kissing the end of her nose. “Mmmm, maybe. But we, no you, still need to hurry up.” I slide a hand up to her breast and pinch her nipple to prove my point. Erin squirms and rubs her ass against my now rapidly hardening dick, letting me know she’d be totally okay with this going further.
“No, baby,” I growl. “No time.”
“We always have time,” she moans. “That’s what you always say.”
I grin as I kiss her neck, my hands squeezing her breasts now. “Not right now.”
“Ugh, fine,” she says, pulling away from me and kicking off her pants as she walks towards the closet and pulls out a black dress instead.
I smile at her pouting, knowing this pregnancy makes her horny as hell, which makes her grumpy every time I have to turn her down. I don’t do it often; in fact tonight is probably the first time. But she knows I’ll make it up to her when we get home, if we even last that long.
Twenty minutes later and we are finally pulling up to the pub. Tonight is the grand re-opening. All of the renovations are finished and Beck and I are throwing a huge party to not just celebrate our new partnership, but to finally show everyone in the town everything we’ve done to the place. It’s almost the start of tourist season and it couldn’t have happened at a better time. And it looks amazing inside too, better than I expected and I can’t wait for everyone to see it.
“See, not too late,” Erin says, smiling as I walk around the car and open the door for her.
I roll my eyes at her as I lean in for a kiss. “Lot of cars here already, babe,” I say.
Erin grins up at me. “Fashionably late then.”
I shake my head at her as I pull her into my arms. “Mmmm, looking at you in this dress,” I say, nuzzling at her neck. “I’d like to be a whole lot late.”
Erin huffs against my shoulder. “Oh, now you wanna fuck,” she moans.
I can’t help laughing as I tighten my arms around her waist. “I always wanna fuck you, baby. You know that.”
“You didn’t ten minutes ago,” she says, pulling back a little.
I stare down into her beautiful green eyes. She looks so incredibly beautiful; I can’t help but gently run my fingers down her cheek. “Well maybe,” I whisper, leaning in so my lips are against hers, “you’ll get lucky sooner than you expect.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, her eyes closing as I tease her with gentle kisses.
“The pub, Red,” I whisper, kissing my way along her jaw. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Erin smiles now. “Won’t be the last either.”
“Nope,” I say, kissing her hard on the mouth. “It won’t.”
“Good,” she murmurs as we make our way towards the pub. I’m already wondering how soon I can possibly drag her off to the ladies room, but when I open the door, we both stop in our tracks. It is completely filled with people. Everyone from town is here, Beck and Kelsey, Finn, their dad, Erin’s work colleagues. And standing next to them are my mom and dad and my sisters, Jenny and Kate and her boyfriend Paul. Even Joe and a couple of the other guys from Boston are here.
“Congratulations!” they all shout as Erin and I stand in the doorway.
I turn to look at her but she stares back at me, a look on her face that says she also has no clue what’s going on. I turn back to Beck and see he and Kelsey are grinning like idiots at both of us.
“What’s going on?” I ask them.
Kelsey steps towards us. “Come on,” she says, smiling. “You didn’t honestly think you could just sneak off and get married on us now, did you?”
“What?” I ask, glancing first at Beck and then at my parents.
“It’s your reception, silly,” Kelsey says, pulling Erin into a hug.
“But I thought we were having the re-opening?” I ask, having no clue what’s going on here.
Beck steps towards us now and shakes my hand. “We are, but we’re also having this,” he says, smiling. “See,” he adds, gesturing to the pool tables in the corner.
I glance over and I suddenly don’t know what to say. Sitting on one of the pool tables are a mountain of presents and cards, all for us. On the second table is a huge tiered chocolate cake, with a tiny bride and groom on top. I look back at Beck and he’s still grinning, so I grab Erin’s hand and pull her over to the table.
“Oh my god, look,” she whispers, her hand squeezing mine as she points to the top of the cake. Sitting alongside the bride and groom figurines, is a tiny stroller in honor of our soon to be baby.
“Shit,” I whisper, pulling Erin close. “Can you believe they’ve done all of this?”
“You didn’t know?” she asks, looking up at me.
I shake my head. “I had no idea, seriously.”
“Wow,” she whispers, her head resting against my shoulder. “We have amazing friends.”
We both turn and face everyone now. They are all standing smiling at us, drinks in hand as they watch Erin and I take it all in.
“Umm,” I say, running a hand through my hair. “We really don’t know what to say, guys. This is not something… we, um… Wow, this is not something we were expecting.”
“We know,” Kelsey says, clapping her hands together. “And hey, it’s not every day we manage to render both of you speechless!”
Everyone starts laughing and as Erin and I continue to stand here, completely blown away by it all. Mom and Dad walk towards us, pulling us both into a tight hug.
“Congratulations you two,” Mom whispers. “I’m so very happy for you.”
Erin is crying now, her arms around Mom as they hug each other tight. Before I can check if she’s okay, Dad pulls me into a bear hug. “You did good, son. Really good.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I say, shaking my head in amazement. “And thanks for coming down.”
“Of course,” he says, smiling. “We wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
Mom is hugging me next, tears in her eyes as she says. “I’m so proud of you, Ryan.”
I hug her tightly, knowing she isn’t just talking about the restaurant and everything I’ve done with that. Mom adores Erin; she’s practically become a fourth daughter to her. And I know Erin’s told her things about her childhood and how she grew up and I get the feeling that seeing how happy Erin is now, that is what Mom is really thanking me for.
I hug Jenny and Kate next, before turning to find Sarah; amazed she’s managed to keep quiet all this time.
“Sarah sends her apologies,” Jenny says. “She couldn’t get out of work at the last minute, but promises she’ll come down next week.”
After Erin and I have thanked everyone, drinks are passed around and the music is turned up. My chef and his staff are all in the kitchen, whipping up food for the party, while Beck has got a couple of casuals in to work the bar so he can have the night off. Everything is going really well, but I can’t resist dragging Erin out to the kitchen, just so we can thank them in person.
“Hey, Boss,” Carlos, my new chef says. “Congratulations.”
I smile at him. “Thanks man, everything going okay out here, anything you need?”
Carlos shakes his head at us. “Nope, only thing is for you and your wife to go and enjoy your party.”
Carlos and I shake hands and I smile as he kisses Erin on the cheek, congratulating us both again. I take a second to chat with each of my staff, make sure everyone is happy and has what they need, but everything seems to be in place. I couldn’t have asked for a smoother opening night.
“Come on, baby,” I say, grabbing Erin’s hand as she pops a pastry in her mouth. “We have one more stop.”
Erin looks up at me with a confused look on her face and I can’t resist leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips. Then, pulling her out of the kitchen, I head to the ladies room, hoping it’s empty. Luckily it is and I pull us inside, closing the door behind us and locking it so we won’t be interrupted, before turning back to Erin.
“Mr. Summers,” she says, a wicked little smile on her mouth. “What exactly are we doing in here?”
I walk slowly towards her, sliding my arms around her waist as I pull her against me. “Well, Mrs. Summers,” I say, leaning in to kiss her neck. “I believe I have some making up to do for earlier,” I whisper, kissing my way up to her ear. “And…” I add on, pausing to suck on her ear lobe. “I think it’s kinda tradition for us to do it in here.”
Erin laughs, a deep throaty laugh that’s sexy as hell. “You don’t feel different about that now this place is a third yours?” she asks, her arms wrapping around my waist.
“Nope, not at all,” I say, kissing my way to her mouth. “In fact, I think I’m making it a rule that we do it in here, every time we come here.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says before lifting her lips to mine and kissing me.
I moan as Erin’s tongue slides into my mouth, her fingers gripping my hips as she kisses me deeply. Everything about this woman and this night and us, is just so fucking perfect, I can’t believe I got so lucky. I pull back a little as I feel an overwhelming need to let her know just how much she means to me.
“You okay?” Erin asks, a lazy smile on her face.
I smile back at her, pulling her closer. “How can I not be, when I have a beautiful wife that I adore,” I say. “And a baby on the way.” I slide one hand onto her belly and rest it against the tiny little bump Erin has. Erin is staring up at me, her smile gone now.
“Ryan,” she whispers.
“I love you, so fucking much,” she says, her eyes never leaving mine.
“I love you too, Erin,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. “Now, turn around,” I growl, smiling as Erin laughs and for once, does as she’s told.