Page 52 of Rockstar's Accidental Marriage

“Fair,” I say, nodding. “But were they... okay with it?”

Her smile softens, and she reaches for my hand, threading her fingers through mine. “Yeah, they were. They’re still wrapping their heads around it, but they’re happy for us and the baby.”

Relief washes over me, and I squeeze her hand. “That’s good to hear. I was worried they’d be upset or something.”

“They’re not,” she assures me. “Though I’m sure they’ll have plenty of questions when we see them in person.”

“Speaking of which,” I say, tilting my head, “should we invite them up here? Or maybe go see them?”

“They’re overseas right now,” she explains. “On one of their long trips. But I invited them to dinner when they get back.”

“Dinner, huh?” I say with a grimace. “Should I be nervous?”

She laughs, the sound lightening the air around us. “Probably. My dad used to interrogate all of my dates.”

“Great,” I say, groaning. “Can’t wait.”

After dinner, the air is warm but not too hot, the kind of weather that begs for a walk along the shore. Emily’s waiting by the door when I exit the bedroom. She’s wearing a loose sundress and sandals with her hair pulled back in a messy bun. Just seeing her like that makes my heart race and my cock harden.

“Ready?” she asks, her smile bright and easy.

Clearing my throat, I grab my hat and sunglasses, nodding. “Let’s go.”

The beach is quiet at this time of day, and the waves lap gently against the sand. Emily walks beside me, her steps light and unhurried, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

“You’re quiet,” I say, giving her a sideways glance.

“Yeah, I’m just surprised…” She returns my glance, her smile wistful. “At how nice this all feels. How normal.”

Normal. The word hangs between us, heavy with meaning. This is the longest either of us has gone without arguing or pushing the other’s buttons. We’re both wondering when the other shoe will drop.

“Yeah,” I say, reaching out to gently hold her hand, “it does.”

For a while, we walk in comfortable silence. The only sounds are the waves' soft rush and the occasional seagull cry.

We stop near a sand dune, the tide pooling around our feet. Emily bends down to examine a small shell, holding it up to the light.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs in appreciation.

I watch her, noticing the way the sunlight catches in her hair and the soft curve of her smile, and feel a strange ache in my chest.

“Yeah, beautiful,” I say before I can stop myself, my eyes never leaving her face.

She looks up, her blue eyes wide, when she catches me staring.

“Sam...”

I shrug, trying to play it off. “You’re beautiful, Em.”

Her cheeks flush, and she looks away, but I catch the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips and the way her breath catches.

The walk back is slower, charged with an energy that wasn't there before. By the time we reach the house, the setting sun paints everything in gold, including Emily's flushed cheeks and bright eyes. When she turns to me, there's something in her expression that makes my heart stutter—trust, maybe, or something deeper that neither of us is ready to name yet.

Emily heads inside, and I follow right behind her. As soon as I close the glass sliding doors, I reach for her. As her hands go around my neck, I lower us both to the floor, too impatient to even make it to the nearby couch.

She doesn’t seem to mind as I quickly cover her soft lips in an urgent kiss. As I ravish her sweet mouth, my hands pull up the skirt of her sundress. I make quick work of taking off her panties—throwing them over my shoulder. Untying my board shorts, my eager cock springs free, “You ready for me, Em?”

Barely giving her time to nod, I surge into her—only stopping once I’m firmly embedded inside her warmth. “Damn, you feel good,” I groan out. Looking down at her beautiful face just as her eyes flutter shut, her lips parted.

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