Page 98 of Justice for Samara

“Oh, yeah.” He gave her another kiss, then rose up again. “I just had a thought.”

“Uh-oh. Michael’s thinking. We’re all in trouble now,” she said, laughing.

“Oh, haha. Very funny. I don’t think we should say anything. I think we should tell Carter and Sharla to go ahead and plan the party but tell everybody it’s for something else entirely. Then we’ll surprise them and make the announcement.”

“Hmmm. That could be fun. And it would keep my parents from saying anything negative. They wouldn’t dare do that in front of all our friends and coworkers.”

“That’s true. Of course, you know Mom will be very hurt that we didn’t tell her.”

Samara’s smile was wistful. “Maybe we should. Maybe we should ask Sharla to let her help. We can tell her and she’ll have fun helping plan the party and keep it secret.”

“Oh, wait! Better idea! Let’s plan the party here and tell everybody it’s for Carter and Sharla. Say they’ve got an announcement to make. And we let them introduce us.”

“I like it. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, you think this party is for us, but actually, we’d like to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs.Michael Edwards.’ My parents will shit.”

He couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh, that’ll be priceless. Hell, nobody will have to give us any gifts. That’ll be the best gift of all?the looks on your parents’ faces!”

“Oh, god, I can see it now. That little crease in my mother’s forehead will be deep enough to stick a marble into it. And my dad’s jaw will drop so far that a blue jay will flap in there and build a nest!” Samara barked with laughter.

“You know what?” Michael looked down into those eyes he hoped were still looking back into his when he was eighty. “I don’t really care. I’ve got you, and nothing else matters.”

She traced down his cheek with a soft finger and smiled up at him. “You’re right. I’ve got you… and nothing else matters.”

“Did you just say I’m right?”

Samara play-frowned. “Uh, no. I don’t think so. I think you’re wrong about that.”

“Of course I am. So whaddya say we see if we can make a little Michael or Samara?”

“Hey, give me a little while, okay?”

Michael stared at her. “How long do you need?”

In a split second, he felt her hand stroke up his length and his shaft hardened painfully. “Oh, I’m thinking a minute. Maybe two,” she whispered.

He drew his hips back and slid into her in one smooth stroke that caused her to let out a gasp. Then he stilled, kissed those soft lips, and smiled. “Nope, baby. Time’s up.”