Page 14 of Christmas Wedding
“Thanks. Do you have any crackers?” Piper croaked. He found the box of crackers that they kept in the pantry and handed them to her.
“Sorry that I spun you around, I didn’t know,” Sawyer said.
“Not a problem. I’ll be better in a few minutes. I wanted to tell you, and I plan on telling Lorna on Christmas. It’ll be her gift from Tag and me,” Piper said, sipping her tea.
Sawyer nodded, “I can keep a secret for a few days. But I’m wondering if you can help me with something.” Eyeing him suspiciously, Piper took a bite of her cracker and nodded.
“Can you help me set up a surprise wedding for Lorna? I think it’s about time I married your aunt.” Piper smiled, “It is about time. So, when is the big day going to be?” Piper grabbed her phone and loaded her calendar app.
Sawyer couldn’t help his nervous laugh. “Um, Christmas Day?” Piper stopped typing on her phone to look up at him.
“Come again?” she asked. Sawyer shrugged. It was the only way he could truly surprise Lorna. If he left it to chance, lifewould keep getting in the way, and he wanted to marry her before the baby was born.
“Lorna has been so caught up with you and everything with that asshole Joe. She didn’t have any time to enjoy the idea of being pregnant or engaged. If I let her think too hard about when we should get married, she’ll never settle on a date. Besides, she hasn’t been in the Christmas spirit, and I figured a wedding might help with that.” Piper nibbled on another cracker and sipped her tea, contemplating his request.
“Sounds good to me,” she said around a mouthful of crackers. “How do we pull this off in just two days?” He shook his head. Besides taking Lorna to the justice of the peace, he wasn’t sure how to get everything together in time.
“I have no idea, that’s why I need help,” he admitted. Piper smiled, and he knew that he had asked the right person. She was amazing at multitasking. If anyone could put a wedding together in a few days, it was Piper.
“Leave it to me. I think we just need to recruit a few more people, and we should be able to get this thing done.” Sawyer pulled out his chair, sat down, and started a list of everything they needed to do while Piper scrolled through her contacts to enlist everyone’s help.
“Thanks, Pipe,” he smiled across the table at her, “for everything.”
“You’re welcome, Sawyer. Or, should I call you Uncle Sawyer now?” She giggled at his uncomfortable groan, and they both got to work. If they could pull off the impossible, it was going to be a magical Christmas.
Lorna rushed around their bedroom trying to find a dress. She wasn’t even through her first trimester yet, but none of her clothes fit right. Finally, she tugged on a skirt and sweater that seemed to work. She looked at herself in the mirror and shrugged. Maybe if she did a little something with her hair and makeup, she would feel halfway human. She was still exhausted, and every little chore was an effort. About thirty minutes later, she emerged to find Sawyer nervously pacing the family room. She had a sneaky feeling that he was up to something, but he wasn’t giving anything away. All she knew was to get dressed up and be ready to leave the house by 6 pm. “Reporting as ordered, sir.” She gave him a mock salute, and he shook his head.
“That was the weakest salute I’ve ever seen.” She smiled at his comment. “Turn, let me see you, honey,” Sawyer ordered.
She spun around, and when she faced him again, he was kneeling in front of her, holding an open ring box. She gasped when she saw the cushion-cut London blue sapphire ring that she had admired in the antique store months ago. She felt the flood of tears and threw herself into his arms, almost knocking him over.
“I take it that is a yes?” He kissed her face, wiping her falling tears.
“I already told you that I’d marry you, Jonathan.” She buried her face in his neck and sobbed. God, she was so emotional. By the time this kid got here, she would be dehydrated. He pulled the ring from its red velvet box and slipped it onto her finger.
“Do you like your ring?” He smirked, and she knew that she was going to have to stay on her toes with him. He would always be surprising her.
“I love it, Jonathan. How did you know?” She held her hand out, admiring the ring that he had just put on her finger. It seemed all too real now, and she felt like a giddy schoolgirl.
“When we were out shopping at that little antique store, I noticed the way that you looked at it. I knew right there and then that this would be your ring and that you would be my wife. But, with everything that happened, with the news of the baby and then Joe and Piper, well—I was just waiting for the right time. I thought, ‘Why not Christmas Eve?’” he said.
“It’s just perfect, thank you. I love you so much. I sometimes think that this is all a dream. Having your ring on my finger will remind me that someday soon I will be your wife.” He pulled her face to his, taking her mouth in a hot mesh of lips and tongues.
“Someday very soon, baby,” he promised after he finally broke the kiss. She smiled at him, knowing that she was the luckiest woman in the world. She had the man she loved, a baby on the way, and her family was all safe. Christmas was truly shaping up to be a magical time of year. “So, did you make me squeeze my quickly growing bottom into this outfit for a reason?” She was starting to hope that he wanted to stay in and rip her outfit back off her. Sawyer seemed to have another surprise up his sleeve, and she didn’t want to ruin their evening. Still, she missed him. He was so loving and attentive the entire time she was recovering from Joe’s attack, but that was over three weeks ago. Now he acted as if he was afraid to make love to her if she was too fragile when she was feeling anything but delicate. She wasn’t sure if it was knowing that her family was once again safe or her overactive hormones, but she wanted things to go back to normal. She wanted Sawyer with every fiber of her being, and it was time to convince him that she was ready. He smacked her ass, making her yelp. “I have very special plans for you, baby. First, I’ve made reservations at Olivero’s, and then I’m going to bring you back home and strip you out of that sexy little outfit you’re wearing.” The thought of anything looking sexy on her made her almost snort. He pulled her intohis erection and reached his hands up to cup her ass under her skirt. His eyes flared when his hands contacted her bare skin.
“Fuck, honey, you’re not wearing any panties.” She smiled coyly and shook her head.
“Nope,” she teased. He hissed his approval, running his fingers through her wet folds, making her groan. “Jonathan,” she stuttered. “I want you, please.” She knew that she sounded breathless and needy, but she didn’t care. It felt like forever since he touched her like this. He led her to the sofa, where he sat down and pulled her on top of him, helping her to straddle his lap. Lorna fumbled with his belt and zipper, pulled his pants down to his thighs, and let his heavy cock spring free. She moaned, sliding her greedy hands up and down his already hard shaft. She shimmied to the floor and knelt between his legs. She loved the way that he watched her as if he was holding his breath, waiting for her to take the first lick. The power that she had over him was heady. Lorna darted her tongue out and licked the pre-cum that covered the head of his cock, and he groaned. She sucked him halfway down her throat, not quite able to take all of him, causing him to thrash and buck while grasping for control.
“Damn it, baby, don’t tease me. Take all of me.” He gently cupped her head, shoving his cock further into her mouth as she breathed through her nose. She loved the way he took control, needing more from her, and taking what he wanted. “Fuck, yes, honey. That’s it!” She swallowed around his cock, and he pulled out of her mouth. She moaned at his loss, making him chuckle. “I feel the same way, Love. But I want to come inside of you, and then I want you to wear me to dinner. That way, all night long, you will know that you belong to me, Lorna. Come here.” He practically lifted her back onto his lap. Spreading her legs over his throbbing cock he slid into her tight pussy, filling her.
“Oh God, Jonathan, you feel so good. I missed you so much.” She moaned as he moved her up and down his shaft. He tugged her sweater up, exposing her bare breasts, and hissed his approval.
“No bra. Baby, you’re going to fucking kill me.” He sucked her into his hot mouth, grazing her tender nipple with his teeth. She screamed out his name as she rode his hard cock, finding her release. He followed her over as she collapsed onto his chest.
“I love you,” he whispered, “but if we don’t leave now, we’ll miss dinner.” He watched as she toyed with the idea of not going to dinner. She stuck her lip out in a full pout, and he wanted to laugh at her theatrics.
“You can’t honestly believe I’d consider not feeding my pregnant fiancée?” He asked. Sawyer chuckled and lifted her from his lap. They fixed their clothes, but the reminder of where Sawyer had been felt wet and sticky between her legs. It was such a turn-on knowing that he wanted her to go to dinner like that. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her mouth hard.
