Chapter 29
Gage
The hotel suite was decorated the way I had requested the night before. Rose petals were scattered all over the hotel suite when I pushed the door open to let Amber step inside. She took in the rose petals with a stunned smile as she passed by me with her boots in hand.
I made sure to lock the door after placing the “do not disturb” sign on the door knob. Reaching up to loosen the tie at my neck, I tossed the garment off to the side while I shrugged out of my jacket.
Wife.
The title felt right in my heart as I followed Amber through the hotel suite as she explored with a giddy smile. We were both floating, free of having to protect our relationship from the spotlight. It was out there now. It was one hundred percent out there for the world to take it as they would. Neither one of us cared any longer.
I waited until Amber stopped next to the king-sized bed to run her fingers through the rose petals with a smile. She looked up at me, eyes blazing with love and desire. I took two steps forward to wrap my arms around her growing waist firmly. Her belly bumped against me while our bodies pushed to be close as possible. Our mouths collided together in a passionate kiss that sent every ounce of my blood pouring into my groin.
I swept a hand through Amber’s hair to work it free of its messy bun before clutching the back of her head to deepen the kiss. Her mouth opened without a protest to tangle her tongue against mine in a battle of dominance. She tasted of fresh winter air, along with her vanilla chapstick lingering on the inside of her lips.
Her fingers tugged my shirt free from my belt and pants while I worked on the zipper of her dress. Buttons from my shirt popped in the air when Amber tugged at the fabric of my shirt in a groan of aggravation. I paid the favor back by tugging until I heard the fabric of her dress around the zipper tear in response to my own insistent fingers. I wanted her naked, squirming beneath me. I wanted her for the first time without any guilt and worry that someone would walk by hearing our lovemaking. Or worrying that someone was pushing a camera lens in our direction. There was something liberating about it. I felt free to enjoy the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
It didn’t take long for either one of us to shed our clothes into the abyss alongside the bed. My heart was threatening to burst from joy as I gazed down at her breasts, heavy from pregnancy, and the big belly that our daughter was growing in safely with each passing day. Her legs were fuzzy, unable to shave because of her stomach, and I chuckled in amusement when I ran my hands down her legs when she tried to jerk them back in embarrassment.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I don’t expect you to be perfectly smooth every single time. It doesn’t help that you can’t see your legs, or reach them, either.”
“It’s still embarrassing,” Amber said.
I took a couple of pillows from the bed to prop up behind Amber’s shoulders. She settled against them with a comfortable sigh. I took hold of her swollen ankles to rub them tenderly before trailing kisses up the inside of her leg to the core of her. A moan escaped Amber’s lips as her hips rolled to match the movements of my fingers and tongue. I kept going until I felt spasms rock Amber’s body a few minutes later. I went to slide between her legs, but Amber pushed me back to stretch out on the mattress beneath of her.
I groaned at the slick sensation of hot and tight heat when she lowered herself down on me with a trembling gasp. She rocked against me in an excruciatingly slow fashion that had the both of us writhing against one another. The pressure in my lower back began to build as I gripped Amber’s hips to increase the rhythm. Her head tilted back to reveal her swollen breasts as they bounced. Our fevered moans filled the room. I reached up to grip her breasts firmly, mindful of their soreness. That tipped Amber back over again in a second orgasm that milked me into my own.
She collapsed down to the mattress with her pregnant belly pressed up against the side of me. The completion of our passion never felt more right as it did right then. We no longer had to hide it from anyone.
“I can’t believe everything that happened today.” Amber panted against me, wrapping a leg around my thigh. She pressed her sated flesh up against mine. “I couldn’t believe you walked in there with a ring in your pocket.”
I shrugged with a breathless laugh. “Well, I was waiting for the right time. I didn’t think it was going to be tonight in all fairness.”
“And declaring your love in a room full of my dad’s constituents was the right time?”
“Probably not,” I said, reaching over to place the palm of my hand on her belly. The gentle shift of our daughter brought tears to my eyes. “I couldn’t stand it anymore, Amber. I didn’t want to risk losing you, so I just went with it.”
Amber reached down to place her hand over my own. “You weren’t going to lose me, Gage. I don’t know why you were thinking that.”
We both laid there quietly while our bodies cooled down, feeling the baby move about in Amber’s stomach. Eventually, Amber sat up with an exhausted sigh as she turned to look back at me with a frown.
“What do you think is going to happen now?” she asked quietly. “I mean, now that it’s all out. Do you think it’ll affect you and your business?”
I reached up to trace circles on Amber’s lower back. Her eyes fluttered shut in bliss at the gentle and soothing touch. The thought hadn’t occurred to me. I doubted that anyone would put my business and name together since I mainly stuck behind a computer screen.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “My company could weather it. I don’t deal with the general public, so I don’t think it would affect it too much. Maybe my contracts with your father at the moment.”
“There’s going to be press chasing after the both of us and our kids.”
“Maybe. We aren’t sure of that.”
“Not at first,” Amber said, and she opened her eyes. “They wouldn’t come directly for us at first. All the cameras will be focused on my dad to see how he is going to handle it. Then, they’ll come looking for us.”
“You sound like the media is on a witch hunt,” I remarked wryly. “Politicians survive drug and sex scandals all the time. This doesn’t even involve your father.”
That didn’t ease the concern in Amber’s eyes. She slid off the bed to find a fluffy white bathrobe in one of the closets to cinch around the top of her belly. I got up from the bed reluctantly to follow Amber out into the living room where she checked her phone for any messages.
“Nothing so far,” Amber said. “No messages from Raychelle, either. The kids must’ve gone down without any issues tonight.”
“Hey,” I said, gently gathering her back up in my arms. “Don’t worry so much about everything. The truth is out there. The world is going to keep turning, no matter what people say to you, about you, or me, and our families. Your father gave us his blessing.”
“I know that,” she murmured, resting her head against my chest with a sigh. “I’m just worried about him, you know?”
“Your father is charismatic. He can get through any type of scandal that you throw at him. It’s a bit scary actually, when I think about it.”
Amber let out a snort of laughter. “It really is scary when you think about it. We always tell him that he got involved on the wrong side of the government, but he wanted to run for Congress. He’s probably impressed that we both hid this from him.”
“You are your father’s daughter, so it shouldn’t surprise him,” I said. “Try not to worry about it tonight, okay? We will deal with whatever is coming to us tomorrow.”
“Sounds fair.” She tilted her head back to look up at me with a smile. “We need to set a date, too. What’s your ideal wedding day?”
“Late Fall,” I replied, pecking her on the lips with a light kiss. “Something small. I don’t want hundreds of people there to make it awkward.”
“A late Fall and small wedding. Sounds good to me.”