Undeniable (Indulgence) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,20
I was afraid to say anything when you came in my dorm room. I guess I’m a bit head over heels.”
Becky’s nose scrunches. “With my dad?”
Sophie nods. “Yes. I love him.”
“My dad?”
“Don’t you love him?”
Becky looks my way and back to Sophie. “Well, yeah, because he’s my dad.”
“Beck, I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t expect this to be weird.”
“You’re dating someone my age, and you thought it wasn’t weird?”
“I’m dating a woman who I’m in love with. Age means nothing.”
Becky paces around the kitchen island. “Okay, then I think I should let you know that I’m dating someone. He’s a professor at the university.”
My neck straightened. “One of your professors? That’s not right.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Age means nothing?”
“Who?” Sophie asks.
“It’s not age,” I try to reason. “It’s his position of authority. There are rules.”
“Yeah, I’m not in his class.”
“Who?” Sophie asks again.
“Now what do you think?” Becky asks me.
“I want to kick his ass. Do you love him?”
She lets out a long breath. “Do you two—love each other?”
“Yes,” we both answer in unison.
Slowly, my daughter approaches Sophie. “I’m not dating anyone or even seeing anyone. I was making a point.”
“I can leave if you want to talk to Matt,” Sophie offers.
“No,” Becky says. “I still think this is all kinds of messed up, but Dad has been alone for a long time. I want him happy.” She reaches for Sophie’s hand. “Are you…happy?”
“More than I ever thought possible.”
Becky takes a deep breath. “Okay.” She turns to me. “You said that you’re more than dating and less than married. What does that mean?”
“Well,” I say, “how about we eat some lunch and chat?”
Sophie
The ocean breeze blows strands of my blonde hair around my face as I look up at the most handsome green eyes I've ever known.
Seeing Matt on the beach reminds me of the first time I knew that I loved him. It reminds me of the dreams of a young girl wishing for her prince. As his gaze takes me in, I know that dreams as well as fantasies can come true. From the moment I exited the hotel and walked the path toward him, Matt has only had eyes for me. We are standing on the sand in paradise, yet we could be anywhere because the only thing that matters is the man holding my hand.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. For the first time,” the officiant says, “let me introduce Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Hamilton." He winks at Matt. "It's time to kiss your bride."
"My wife..."
Tears escape my eyes as Matt pulls me close. Our lips unite. I'm expecting chaste, but I've come to understand that Matt undeniably does the unexpected. Instead of brisk, his mouth consumes. My back flexes as he bows me backward, his broad chest smashing my breasts as heat fills my blood and wetness pools between my legs.
"I need to have you, Mrs. Hamilton," he whispers.
My cheeks blush as I stand straight and look out to the chairs. Matthew's parents are here as well as my grandparents. There are also a few friends, but it's the person handing me back my bouquet that means the most to me, well, other than Matt.
"I heard that," Becky whispers with a grin. "Can you two try to keep it under control until you're behind closed doors?"
My cheeks ache from smiling so much. "Talk to your father."
She shakes her head. "No, I like seeing him happy."
I kiss my best friend's cheek. "Me too."
After the reception of food and drinks on a secluded hotel deck overlooking the ocean, we are back in our honeymoon suite.
"Come here, Mrs. Hamilton."
His deep voice sends vibrations to my core that the shimmer in his eyes only accentuates.
"Mrs. Hamilton," I say. "I don't think I'll ever tire of hearing that."
"Good," Matt says, "because you're stuck with it forever."
Our lips meet again. With no concern of an audience, Matt's tongue probes, stealing my breath as well as my words. I can only form moans as he pulls me close.
"You look amazing in that dress..." His words trail away as the gleam in his smirk intensifies.
"I'm sensing a but."
His eyebrows arch up and down. "My wife is very intuitive."
"I think I've got you figured out."
"The dress needs to go."
I am ready for this. I admit it was weird to shop with Becky, considering Matt's her dad, but she never let me feel strange. Instead, she was with me every step of the way to buy what he will find under my long dress.
"Then