Page 15 of Change of Plans

Eight

Savannah

I couldn’t have imagined a morebeautiful wedding. Even with everything that had seemed to go wrong today, it had all led us to this point, and I couldn’t find it in myself to think of anything negative about it. Not when I was currently standing in a private room at one of the top restaurants in the city, slow dancing with my gorgeous husband while one of our friends sang the song he’d written for us.

I couldn’t believe this was my life.

As our first dance as husband and wife came to an end, Jace kissed the top of my head before escorting me back to our table. We’d originally planned to have Everett and Erik offer toasts at this point, but on our way to the reception, we’d decided to make a little addition.

“Before we get to our friends’ toasts, Savannah and I want to say something.” Jace picked up his glass. “We would not be here today without our friends. You encouraged us when we needed it, and kicked us in the a…” he grinned, “butt when we needed it.” He grinned at the amused chuckles that rippled through the guests at his self-correction, and then his smile softened as he continued, “And if that wasn’t enough, today, you went above and beyond to give us this perfect day. None of you had to do any of this.” He raised his glass. “Thank you. All of you.”

As we all drank to Jace’s toast, something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned toward Tanya as Jace sat down, leaning across Everett to snatch her glass.

“Sav?” Everett caught me around the waist and eased me back into my seat. “You okay?”

“What are–?” Tanya’s cheeks flushed as she reached for her glass.

Before she could get it, I took a sip. “Water?” I asked quietly.

Or, at least, I’d intended it to be quiet. Unfortunately, my timing wasn’t that great because as soon as I said it, all eyes turned to me, and then to Tanya when everyone realized where I was looking.

“Well, shit,” she muttered.

Erik put his hand on her shoulder. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

Her face was flushed, but the moment her eyes met his, it was like the rest of us had faded away. “I didn’t want to get your hopes up, not before I knew for sure, and then I couldn’t figure out the best time to tell you, with everything going on. My doctor called yesterday, right before the rehearsal dinner. I’m pregnant.”

Erik stared at her for a moment, his eyes bright. Then. he pulled her to him and gave her a kiss that set the crowd whistling and cheering. A lump formed in my throat. I knew Tanya had been worried about not being able to get pregnant, and it had broken my heart every time I’d seen her looking at Elise and Patrick with a wistful expression on her face.

As soon as Erik let her go, I threw my arms around her, ignoring Everett’s protesting yelp. “I’m so happy for you!”

“I didn’t want to take away from your big day,” she said as she hugged me back. “I swear.”

I shook my head. “Nonsense. This is the perfect thing to top off a perfect day.”

I meant it too. As others came forward to offer their congratulations, I leaned back into Jace’s waiting arms. I couldn’t have asked for more than I had right now.

* * *

It felt…strange,thinking about a night without Patrick, but also a little exciting. I loved my son, but I definitely missed being able to spend an entire night with Jace, letting him dominate me, letting him take me, make me come…I had a feeling I was going to be sore by the time we went home tomorrow. The best kind of sore.

When I walked into the honeymoon suite, the first thing I saw was flowers. Everywhere. Roses of all colors, filling the entire suite with their sweet scent. Various fruits, cheeses, chocolates, and a bottle of champagne in an ice-filled bucket sat on a cart next to a king-sized bed. Later, I was certain I’d appreciate the food and drink, but right now, the bed was what I wanted.

More specifically, I wanted Jace in bed.

One look in his direction told me he was thinking the same thing. His jade green eyes had gone so dark they almost looked black, and I could feel the anticipation radiating off him.

I slipped off my heels and then turned toward him, lifting up my dress as I backed toward the bed. “Jace, you know, you never asked me what I was wearing underneath my dress.”

He went completely and scarily still. Then his eyes narrowed. “Sav, what are you wearing underneath that dress?”

I gave him a coy smile. “Why don’t you come find out?”

Most Doms would hate their subs talking back like I did, but it’d been one of the things that had first drawn Jace to me, and even as I learned more about what it meant to be a part of the BDSM world, that hadn’t changed.

He came toward me, all muscles and grace making my mouth go dry, and my stomach tighten. Without looking away from my face, he pulled my dress up until he was able to slide a hand underneath. I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside me. He gripped my hip with his free hand, holding me in place as he drove his fingers into me, twisting them with every stroke so that his knuckles rubbed against my g-spot. I came within seconds, gushing all over his hand as he worked me through the orgasm.

“I wish you would have told me before that you were naked under there,” Jace said as he withdrew his hand and licked his fingers clean. “I would’ve fucked you half a dozen times before now. In the bathroom. Against a wall. In the limo.”

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