Rock Bottom (Tristan & Danika #2) (20 page)

He leaned forward, no hint of a smile on his face.
 
“It’s not a joke.
 
That’s what I want, what I’ve wanted from the moment that I realized I was in love with you.”
   

“Isn’t that a little backwards?
 
Aren’t there a few steps we’ve missed before we start talking about babies?”

My hands moved in slow motion to cover my mouth as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a little white box that I told myself couldn’t be what I thought it was.
 

His head was bent, and his dimples popped up at me as he shot me a rather pained grin.
 
“Please don’t cry, sweetheart.
 
If you cry, I’ll lose my shit.
 
If you really love me, you won’t make me embarrass myself in front of strangers.”
   

A little whimper escaped me, my vision getting a touch fuzzy as the world shifted into dream territory.
 

“You’re going to do it, aren’t you?
 
You’re going to make me lose it in front of this crowd of innocent bystanders.”
 

“Tristan,” I sobbed, burying my face in my hands.
 
“Is that…?”
 
My voice cracked on the question.
 

His laugh was a gentle rumble that made me want to hit him and kiss him and sob like a baby all at the same time.
 

“What is that?” I asked, still not looking at him.
 

He tried to tug my hands away from my face, but I didn’t budge.
 
“Danika…look and see.”
 

I shook my head, crying as quietly as I could, which wasn’t quiet at all.
 

He sighed, but his voice was thick with tears when he spoke.
 
“Marry me.”

I sobbed harder, thinking that this couldn’t be real.
 
I was dreaming, except that in a dream, I’d have been able to stop crying like a lunatic and
say yes
.
 

“Shouldn’t you be on your knee or something?” I sniveled.

“Goddammit, you’re crying like baby and still you manage to sass me,” he said wryly.
 

But he was moving, kneeling down in front of me, his hand going to my thigh to rub soothingly.
 

“Marry me,” he said again.
 

I threw myself into his arms, burrowing my face in his neck as I bawled my heart out.
 

“Aw, sweetheart,” he soothed, running a hand over my hair, making little sympathetic noises in his throat.
 

I kept sobbing, great, loud, gasping waves of them, and he just held and soothed me.
 
In that moment, I’d have sworn there was not a more perfect man on earth.
 

“Is that a yes?” he finally asked.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I cried, still not looking at him, still carrying on like a crazy woman.
 
Gently, almost sneakily, he slipped a ring I’d never even set eyes on onto my finger.

Finally, after I’d taken long enough to calm down and look at him, saw the sheen of tears in his eyes, the gentle smile on his face, I went and lost it again.
 

“We shouldn’t have done that in public,” I told him later, when we were finally alone in our borrowed beach house.
 
“I was a mess.
 
That was a horrible idea.”
 

I couldn’t stop smiling, studying the shiny rock on my finger like it held the secrets of the universe.

We were sitting side by side on a large beach settee, watching the sun set on the ocean.
 
I couldn’t remember a more perfect day.

“Well, I know that now.
 
I had this strange notion in my head that you’d like a romantic gesture in public, and…I stand corrected.”

“It’s a beautiful ring.”
 
It was a princess cut, surrounded by baguettes on a white gold band.
 
I didn’t know a thing about diamonds, but it looked big to me, and it sparkled brilliantly.
 

“I’ve been saving up.
 
I wanted it to be perfect.”
 

“This is insane.
 
You know that, right?
 
What are we going to tell people.”
 
I was thinking of only a few people in particular when I said that.

“Bev won’t be too happy about this,” he observed, basically reading my mind.
 
“She’ll say you’re way too young.”
 

“Yes, she will.
 
She doesn’t think anyone should get married before thirty.
 
She says that all the time.
 
I know this sounds weird, but can we not tell her?
 
Just for a little while.
 
I want to show her that this is not a rash decision, and the only thing that will prove that to her is time.”

“Whatever you need to do, sweetheart.
 
As long as I’ve got my ring on your finger, and you have my name.”
 

That sounded so divine I could hardly stand it.
 

“Do you mind if I wear it on a chain around my neck sometimes?
 
Just for now.”
 

“Not at all, but you have to do something for me.
 
Don’t make me wait.
 
Let’s get married as soon as we get back to Vegas.”
 

“Danika Vega,” I said dreamily, practically floating on my own sense of contentment.
 
What else could I ever want, if I had Tristan forever?
 
I couldn’t come up with one thing.
 

“Is that a yes?” he asked, a laugh in his voice.
 

“I already said yes.”
 

“I mean yes to getting married the second we get back into town.”
 

I had to turn my head and look up, and up, to meet his gaze.
 
“If that’s what you want, then yes.
 
What’s the hurry though?”
 

His mouth curved.
 
“This is old-fashioned, especially considering that I don’t even know my own dad, but I want to get married before we get you pregnant.
 
I want to do it in the right order, yanno?”
 

I wanted to pinch myself.
 
I honestly thought I might be dreaming.
 
“You meant it about wanting a baby now?
 
You really want that?”
 

He squeezed my hand, looking earnest.
 
“So bad, sweetheart.
 
Is it what you want?”
 

It was all positively insane, but I didn’t even hesitate.
 
“Yes.”
 
Career, school, dancing.
 
Everything would work itself out, in my deliriously dreamy mind.
 
Bev managed to balance it all.
 
I was a little young, but so what, why couldn’t I?
 
I was willing to work around the clock to have it all, with Tristan.
 

“I’ll get off the pill,” I heard myself saying, as though it wasn’t even me talking.

He smiled like I’d just made his fondest wish come true.
 
“Perfect.
 
We can start trying immediately.
 
No harm in getting some practice rounds in.”
 

“I’d say we’ve had plenty of practice.”
 

“Ah, true, but never enough, wouldn’t you say?”
 

“I’ll defer to your superior judgement on the subject.”
 

“Well,” he began wryly.
 
“At least I get to be right about something.”
 

We enjoyed our two-day getaway to the fullest, sleeping in, walking on the beach, and spending plenty of time in bed.
 
We had a baby to make, after all.
 
I still couldn’t believe it.
 

We were wed at the courthouse just days after we got back into town.
 

I wore a sleeveless little yellow sundress with white flowers, and Tristan wore a white polo shirt and khakis.
 
It was simple, but it was perfect.

I cried like a baby through the entire thing.
 

Tristan’s eyes were shinning and bright, his smile radiant.

I remember that I had no reservations, not one single doubt that what we were doing was right.
   

We didn’t tell a soul.
 
What was the rush?
 
We had the rest of our lives to tell them.
 
For now, this happy news belonged only to us.
 
It was a secret that took no toll on our souls.
 
The best kind of secret.
 

We went out to dinner afterwards to celebrate.
 
Halfway through the meal I went to the restroom, and on the way back to our table, I bumped into a man.
 
It was perfectly innocent.
 
We both said excuse me, and went on our way.
 

When I got back to my seat, Tristan was glaring at something behind me.
 

“Need me to go straighten that guy out?” shot out of his mouth the second I was seated.
 

“Of course not.
 
We just accidentally bumped into each other.”
 

“Bullshit.
 
He was coming on to you.”
   

“We’re married now.
 
When is this jealousy of yours going to get better?
 
I’m yours now, until death do us part.
 
Doesn’t that help?”

He laughed, threw his head back and laughed like a crazy person.
 
“You thought that would make it better?
 
You don’t get it at all.
 
You’ve turned me into a psychotic jealous monster now.
 
Better
?”
 
He laughed again, shaking his head.
 

I reached across the table and punched his arm.
 
“Incorrigible,” I muttered.
 

TRISTAN

She was stroking me, and I wasn’t so much as twitching.
 
That was definitely new for me.
 
“Seriously.
 
I don’t know how a little thing like you did it, but you broke my dick.”
 

She pouted up at me, her hand still busy working on my flaccid cock.
 
“What’s going on?
 
I don’t think I’ve ever seen it do this.”

“I don’t know if you’ve been counting, sweetheart, but there’s nothing left there for you right now.
 
I’m all out of juice.
 
I’m not sure it’s physically possible for me to try any harder to make a baby today.”
 

She straddled one of my thighs, moving her wet cunt against my skin, rubbing hard and making little noises that had me stirring in her hand.
 

“Fuck, you’re insatiable.”

She shot me a seductive smile.
 
“Apparently, I’m not the only one.”
 

“If this is all for the sake of baby-making
—
“

“Um, you do realize that I likely won’t get pregnant for months?
 
I barely stopped taking the pill.”
 

“So this is just good ol’ nymphomania?”
 

She nodded, running her tongue over her teeth.
 

I groaned, growing in her hand.
 

“Well, it’s not just that,” she allowed.
 
“You know I own you now?
 
It’s just hit me that you’re lawfully mine.
 
It makes sense I’d want to test out my property, right?”
   

“Test your property, huh?”
 

“Uh huh.
 
So that’s what I’m doing.”
 
She moved as she spoke, stroking me as she moved on my thigh.
 
“
Thoroughly
testing out my property.”
 

Who could resist that?
 
Not me.
 
“Test away.
 
I’m all yours.
 
Do your worst.”

I buried my hands in her hair as she took my cock in her mouth.
 
It felt so fucking good, but I honestly didn’t think I’d be coming again.
 
I wondered what the etiquette was on letting your wife suck your cock indefinitely, enjoying the sucking pull of her mouth to the fullest.
 

She pulled back before long, licking her lips as she climbed up my body.
 
I groaned as she straddled me, shoving my thick tip against her sopping entrance.
 
I surged up, impaling her.
 

She shuddered, and I almost came right then.
 

I plucked at her breasts as she started to move.
 
“You realize that it’s just a prop at this point,” I told her as she rode me.
 
It didn’t help make my point that I was panting out the words.
 
“Just because it’s hard, doesn’t mean it can give you what you want.”
 

She smiled and hitched up her shoulder in a sexy little shrug.
 
“It’s giving me what I want right now.
 
It’s a mighty fine prop.
 
I’ll just make use of it while you lie there.
 
I promise I’ll leave you alone after I get off again.”
 

I groaned, my hips bucking her.
 
There was something so luscious about her taking her pleasure, with or without mine.
 
But in the end, we both got ours.
 

I fell asleep under her, still buried deep, and woke up the same way.