One Night Only

Chapter 3

When we get out to the garage, I am surprised to find another vehicle. He grabs a key and walks over to the black Dodge. "1970 Dodge Charger," he says, opening the passenger door. "It was my father's. He kept it in mint condition and dropped thousands of dollars into it."

I sit down on the black leather bench seat and he closes the door. It's very nice for being so old. He gets in and starts the car, the engine roaring to life. When we reach the gate, he nods to the men and they open the gates. He turns to the right, racing down the road. About twenty minutes later, he pulls down a dirt road. He stops just before the wide river, leaving us surrounded trees. There is an arched bridge that takes you to the other side of the river. We get out and he laces his fingers with mine, pulling me onto the bridge. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me softly. "I got you something."

"What is it?" I ask curiously.

"Well, when I told Michael I had asked you to marry me, he was surprised and asked about the ring. He made me feel kind of shitty about not getting you one so I snuck off to look for one," he says, reaching into his pocket. "I know I told you we could pick one together so I hope you don't mind."

"I'd be happy with string wrapped around my finger if that's what you gave me," I say, looking at the box that he pulls out from his pocket.

He opens it and I gasp. "It's a Le Vian Chocolate Diamond ring."

It has a rose gold band and is shaped like a crown. It is absolutely beautiful. "It's beautiful," I smile. "I love it."

"I hope it fits," he smiles, taking it out and slipping it onto my finger.

It surprisingly fits and I press my lips to his. "Thank you so much, Owen. I can't wait for the wedding."

He seems to hesitate for a moment. "I was being a dick yesterday when I said I didn't care about the wedding. I just thought it was something you'd enjoy doing by yourself but if you want my opinion on something we can go over the details here."

"Really? That'd be great," I say before pausing. "But what was with you yesterday? You seem different."

He sighs. "My mother has been making small comments about my father's death. She may have made the connection when Michael returned after disappearing due to my father."

"You think she knows?" I whisper.

He shrugs. "I hope not. If she suspects anything, she'd probably put the blame on Michael considering hos much he hated my father before his death."

I frown. "That's horrible. What're you going to do?"

"Tighten up on security around both of us just case she orders a hitman to kill us," he says. "If I suspect that she may do that, I'll have her taken care of."

I frown. How can this man have a heart? He killed his father and is willing to kill his mother. What if he gets sick of me one day and decides to kill me? "You've changed," I mutter, cupping his cheek and running my thumb across his bottom lop.

He kisses the pad of my thumb. "My feelings for you haven't."

"Mine either," I admit. "I am still madly in love with you."

He smiles. "Good thing because in a month's time we'll be married."

I loosely wrap my arms around his neck, staring up into his eyes. "A month still seems like a long time but I know it'll go by quickly."

He nods. "I need to get fitted for my tux. Have you found a dress?"

I shake my head. "Not yet. I've looked online and saved some addresses for nearby shops. I'm going to look this weekend."

"So four weeks, huh?" he asks and I nod. "That means I can guarantee you at least four more dates. The first one can be your choice. Anything and anywhere."

I raise an eyebrow in surprise. Pursing my lips, I think. "I want you to teach me to shoot," I say.

He raises his eyebrows. "Why?"

I shrug. "Your life is dangerous and if I'm going to be a part of it I should at least know how to shoot."

"Okay," he agrees. "But if that's your argument, I want you to take self defense classes. You won't always have a gun."

"Fine," I agree.

"I'll take you to a range tomorrow."

"What about tonight?" I ask.

He glances at the other side of the bridge. "We can go for a walk or find something else to do."

I bite my lip. "We can go find somewhere to park."

He smirks. "I know just the place."

Pecking my lips, we release each other from our embrace and head back to the car. He smacks my behind when we reach the car. "Just wait. When I finish my self defense classes I'm going to kick your ass," I threaten.

He chuckles, his eyes bright with amusement. "Oh really?"

"Mhmm," I nod, climbing into the car.

He closes the door and gets in on the other side. He begins driving and I glance at him. Maybe he hasn't changed as much as I thought. He just needed to warm up to me again. His words from the night he proposed come to mind.

We can make this work.

I zone out until we reach our destination. We're at the beach - the side that not many people come to as the business thrives on the opposite side. He stops in the empty parking lot so we are facing the beach. The sun is beginning to set over the water and it's a stunning sight. Unbuckling, I slide over slightly and press my lips to his. He unbuckles and moves closer, deepening the kiss by forcing his way past my lips. I place my hand on his lap, rubbing against his growing erection held back by his pants. He moans into my mouth, sliding down slightly to unzip his pants. Pulling me onto his lap, he pushes my panties aside and thrusts into me.

I throw my head back, moaning, the windows already beginning to fog from our actions. He pulls the front of my dress and bra down, exposing my breast. He leans forward and takes my nipple between his lips as I continue moving. His mouth on me only increases the pleasure and his teeth gently clamping down around it is my undoing. I come hard and fast, taking all of my energy away. He finds his release as my body pulses around his.

A moment later, there's a knock on the driver side window. I gasp, my heart racing as I quickly detach myself from him and sit down in my seat. "What the hell?" I whisper-yell.

"Relax," Owen whispers, zipping up his pants. "I'll take care of it."

He rolls down the window and the police officer leans down to see both of us. "Owen Carter," he nods.

"Hey, sheriff. How can I help you?"

Sheriff? How embarrassing! He has to know what we were doing, otherwise he never would've came up to the window. "Just making sure it wasn't some young hooligans out here. Sorry to interrupt. You two have a good night. Nice to meet you, ma'am."

My cheeks burn in embarrassment but I manage to force a polite smile onto my lips. He begins walking away and Owen rolls up the window, turning to me. "That was close. Let's do it on the beach next."

Rolling my eyes, I smack his arm as he chuckles.

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