Long Ball(38)

Megan and I look at each other. Okay, I haven’t exactly been around long enough to maybe steer the helm, but I take a tentative step forward and shrug a little. “I mean I don’t see why not.”

Megan chews her lip, mulling it over, never taking her eyes off of me. Then, this amazing woman does something even more amazing: she nods. “It’s a special night, after all. Special nights call for special things.”

“YES!” Cora exclaims and jumps back up to her feet.

“But only tonight.” Megan cuts in quickly. “No jumping on the bed at home.”

Cora looks like she’s going to protest, but she quickly decides otherwise and spins in circles. “Best night ever!”

“How about I get you a bubble bath started in the giant bath tub?” I ask, watching this bundle full of energy tear circles on one of the beds. “Do you like big, fancy bath tubs?”

“I’ve never had a big, fancy bath before.”

“Oh, well you are missing out.” I squeeze Megan’s hand before setting up the tub in the bathroom. Cora’s jaw hangs open as soon as she follows me in and sees it.

“I get to take a bath in there?”

“Only the best for little princesses.”

Cora squeals and hugs my leg. I peel her off and engulf her in my arms. She smells like Megan’s perfume. She smells like home.

“Can I tell you another secret?”

Her eyes grow wide. “Is it another surprise for mommy?”

I laugh. “No, this is a special one, just for you.” She nods very solemnly. “Thank you for letting me be your daddy, Cora. You made me the happiest man in the whole wide world.”

“The happiest daddy?”

Hearing her say those words crushes me in the best way, and I have to bite back tears. “Yes, baby girl. The happiest daddy.” I look up and Megan is leaning against the bathroom door, wiping away her own tears. I kiss Cora on the top of her precious head. “Good night, little princess. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She kisses me on the cheek. Megan has to haul me out of the room, otherwise I’d stay there all night just to hear her say that again.

“Come on, big guy.” Megan pulls on my jacket lapels so I come to her. “I thought we had a marriage to consecrate?”

Just like that, my dick takes back over. I scoop Megan up in my arms and carrying her, giggling, all the way to the elevator. “Wait until you see our room.”

“It can’t be bigger than what the girls have.”

I kiss her, meaning only for a peck, but fall into a deep well of passion so that the elevator doors open and close on us twice. We kiss the whole way to the room, leaving me fumbling for the key in my pocket so I don’t drop her. Megan squeals against my mouth when I grab her ass to keep her from falling.

“This is my ass,” I say very seriously. “It is mine to do with as I please.”

Megan snorts. “I am my own woman, Jamie Bonilla. You don’t own me.”

“You’re right.” I concede, nudging her nose with my own so she looks at me. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

She leaps at me from my arms and we tumble into the room, a mess of limbs and clothes and lips. She’s already unbuttoning my shirt and my hand slips up her dress to find her sweet center. Being apart for so long has made all the sensations intensified. I set her on top of the bar to continue my domination of her body, when she gasps so loud that I stop moving.

“Oh my god, Jamie…” her voice trails off. I pull back to see her staring at the room in awe. “This is our room?”

I turn very serious. “Megan, the first thing you need to know about life as a Bonilla is that we are very wealthy. Money may not mean anything next to family, but it does mean that our family will live in comfort for a very long time.”

She looks a little shell-shocked, so I gently set her down and take her hand, leading her outside to our balcony. The honeymoon suite is bright, even in the setting sun, with a fireplace and comfortable seating area, but where it really excels is the balcony with a panoramic view of downtown. We walk barefoot onto the balcony and both inhale deep, staring at the amazing view.

“I’ll never get tired of this place.” Megan says softly. “I know Kansas City isn’t maybe the biggest or the fanciest town to ever exist. It’s no New York City. But I’ve never felt more at home.”

“All of this? It’s yours, Megan. You are my queen, and this is your kingdom. New York City, Kansas City, Omaha, it doesn’t matter. I will give you everything.”

She touches my arm tenderly and shakes her head, shining bright like an angel in the setting sun. “I don’t need everything. I only need you and Cora.”

“And you have me, forever. We only have tonight before I have to go back to Kauffman, but I vow to always make every second with you count.”

“I do,” She says softly.

“Forever.”

I pick her up and gently set her down on the bed, surrounded by the lush duvet and entirely too many pillows. She’s framed in elegance but she still makes everything else look dull. I pick up her legs and kiss her ankles.

“These are the most perfect ankles I have ever seen.”

She scoffs a little, laughs. I move to her knees, kissing them and running a finger down her soft thighs.