Page 71 of The Season of Secrets

Three Months Later

“I never would have pegged you for a shotgun wedding,” Lucas says as he downs a glass of champagne, his third in the last ten minutes, and I wince.

I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. “It’s not a shotgun wedding, and can you slow down? I am not rubbing your back while you puke at my own wedding.”

“I’m sorry, are you pregnant or nah? Sounds like a shotgun wedding to me.”

“Lucas…you’re being a dick,”I warn because although I know he’s going through some shit, I’m not going to let him take it out on me on the biggest day of my life.

“Sorry.” He sighs and my heart softens slightly knowing why he’s in such a foul mood. I’m sure it’s tough seeing the girl he spent years being in love with…dancing withour dad.I know he basically gave them his blessing but I know it’s got to be tough.

“I’m so proud of you,” I tell him. “I know that wasn’t easy.”

“What?” He snorts. “Oh yeah, it’s fine.” He waves it off, but I follow his gaze to Avery in her black bridesmaid dress being spun around the dance floor by my dad. “They love each other so…what can ya do?” He nods towards Marissa who’s moving towards the bar. “Your friend single?”

Remembering Marissa’s comment about her at weddings. “Yes.”

“You mind?”

“If she’s down, be my guest,” I chuckle and he presses a kiss to my cheek before he moves through the crowd.

“Mrs. Beckham,” I hear in my ear and when I turn around, I see my husband of the last few hours looking absolutely delicious in his tux. The tux he wore while we got married.We are married and having a baby.I beam at the thought because I truly don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. “I think we are supposed to be attached at the hip tonight.” He pulls me against him and rubs my ass. “I cannot wait to fuck my wife tonight,” he whispers in my ear. “My pregnant wife. Jesus Christ, Raegan.” He bites my neck and I yelp. “The second we are on that private jet, you’re going to be naked for the entire flight to the Maldives.”

“That’s a long flight.” I giggle.

“Not long enough for everything I want to do to you.”He gives me a dangerously sexy look and there’s a flutter between my legs.

“If I weren’t already pregnant, something tells me I would be after this trip.”

“Absolutely. I saw what you packed in your suitcase. We are going to be gone for two weeks and you only brought enough clothes for three days.”

My mouth drops open. “You peeked! That lingerie was a surprise, Wesley!”

A guilty look crosses his face. “You left it open!”

“Besides,” I smile innocently, “I didn’t pack a bunch of clothes because I was kind of hoping we could make a little pit stop to go shopping.” I hold my thumb and index finger very close together.

“Of course, baby. Where?”

“Dubai, again?”

“Okay.” He chuckles as he pulls out his phone. “When were you going to tell me? Tomorrow when we were getting on the plane?” He chuckles. “You know a change in the flight plan requires longer than an hour’s notice?”

“You can make it happen.” I raise an eyebrow at him and he looks at me from over his glasses.

He pulls me into his arms. “Does it turn you on knowing the lengths I’ll go to make you happy?”

“Yes.”

He grins, revealing those dimples and I melt in his arms. “Are you wet right now knowing I’d do anything to see you smile at me the way you are?” He cups my face.

“Yes.” I pull his face to mine and whisper against his lips. “Can we go to the bridal suite for a second?”

“Fuck yes. I’ve been dying to lick your pussy while you’re wearing your wedding dress.” Mischief crosses his face as he starts guiding me towards the exit when Avery comes over to us.

“It’s time to throw the bouquet!”

“Now?” I ask as I look up at Wes. I bite my bottom lip.

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