Her Yankee Doodle Daddy (The Fireworks Series )
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“Absolutely. They’re the biggest and the best. But we’ll have some privacy here.”
There’s no point in asking why we need privacy just like there was no point in wearing panties tonight. Daddy knows best.
We sit and nibble quietly on the provisions we brought, and no one seems to even notice us. As the night gets darker, we stretch out on the blanket and wait for the show to begin. I turn toward Duke and place my head on his chest. I can hear the soft thump-thump of his heart.
Off in the distance, someone is making an announcement and there’s applause, but Duke doesn’t seem concerned.
“What’s happening,” I whisper.
“Oh, nothing much. Just the mayor making his usual speech.” Duke angles his body toward mine and his hand skates up my bare thigh just as the first tell-tale whistle cuts through the air and a burst of color lights up the sky.
I’m breathless but not from the impressive display of fireworks, one exploding right after the other, but from Duke’s kiss. I feel it everywhere. My toes curl and my heart thunders wildly in my chest as he deepens the kiss. His hand slides up my cheek and tangles in my curls.
“Libby,” he says when we finally come up for air. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”
I smile. “Oh, that’s good because I feel exactly the same.”
“And I think I want to marry you.”
I wasn’t expecting that. “Third time’s a charm?”
He rests his forehead against mine just as another explosion of color ignites the inky sky. “Exactly. Third time is the perfect fucking charm.”
“Let me guess, you also want me to be the mother of your children?”
“Now that you mention it,” he whispers as his lips ghost over mine slowly before he eases me back onto the blanket. His hand slides down my leg and then brings it up around his hip. He presses his hardness against me. “No time like the present, baby.”
He pulls away slightly to quickly unbutton his shorts and I lift the skirt of my dress out of the way. The grand finale begins just as he slides into me. He’s slow, taking his time and fireworks go off one after the other, bathing us in their colored glow. I arch my back, pressing myself against him and gasp as he hits the magic spot inside of me over and over. Our hands clasp and he drags them above my head, anchoring himself as he drives into me with a relentless pace.
My heels dig into the blanket as my body tenses and begins to shake. His grip on my hand tightens as his lips crash down on mine, stealing the breath from my lungs.
The finale ends with one final boom! just as I dive straight into orgasmic bliss with a stifled scream. Duke isn’t far behind me. He buries himself deeply in me as he explodes with a groan.
We lay in the grass for a long while, letting our heartbeats and breaths return to normal.
Duke’s fingers skim down my back lazily as he looks down at me with his artic blue eyes. “I should have dragged you up there after the mayor gave his speech and had him marry us.”
“How about we start with a ring?”
He picks up my hand and presses something down onto my finger. “Done. Next?”
Stunned, I look at the ring. It’s a simple gold band with a round diamond solitaire. “When did you have the time to even buy this?”
“I’ll never tell,” he says with a grin. “What’s your next requirement?”
I shrug. “I don’t have one. This is perfect. What we have is perfect and I’ll marry you any time, any place.”
Libby
A year later, we’re in the same spot for the Fourth of July but this time I’ve got a secret. It’s been hard keeping it from Duke for so long, but I wanted to be absolutely positive before I told him.
“Are you sure you want to be in this spot again?” I ask as I spread out the blanket.
“It’s perfect. This is the spot where you agreed to marry me.”
I smile at the memory of that magical night. As cliché as it sounds, it changed my life.
“And besides, who wants to see Dick Freeman and his star-spangled sack again this year?”
I laugh at Duke’s mention of Milltown’s resident nudist. “He’s harmless,” I say as I unpack the picnic basket.
“Libby, I thought you were bringing wine.” Duke searches through the basket but it’s empty.
“I brought this instead,” I said, pulling out the bottle of whiskey I bought for the occasion.
“But you hate whiskey.”
“But you don’t, and you might want a drink after I tell you the secret I’ve been keeping.”
He narrows his eyes and studies me intensely. “What secret?”
My lips twitch as I try to contain my smile. It’s the best news and we’ve had a year filled with ups and downs. “I’m pregnant.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes glance down at my tummy and he reaches out a tentative hand, brushing it against my navy blue sun dress.
Duke wasn’t kidding when he said we should have gotten married on the Fourth last year because we were married three days later. It was quite the whirlwind, but every moment felt right. When you find the one, why wait to spend forever with them?
We found out I was pregnant a few weeks after our hasty wedding, but around eight weeks, I miscarried. Duke took the miscarriage personally. He thought he did something to hurt me or cause it. And my dominant Daddy withdrew.
He returned home after a night out with Mitch and some of the guys from his old ladder company and unexpectedly apologized. He dropped to his knees and begged my forgiveness. But there was nothing to forgive because we all process grief in our own way.
And now we’ve finally been given a second chance.
“Absolutely,” I tell him with a grin. I remember what he told me about his previous marriages, and I place my hands on his bearded cheeks. “No more regrets.”
He wraps a hand around my head, pulls me toward him and captures my lips with a hard kiss. “This is the best news,” he whispers.
“Better than the time I gave you my ass?”
“A hundred times better.”
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