If I Say Yes

by Hope Ford

  The beach is full of scantily clad women but I can’t take my eyes off Chelsey. When we first got here, I could tell that she was watching me, wondering if I was looking at them. But to me, nothing’s changed. I still only have eyes for her.

  She has one arm over her face and the other lying on her stomach. One of her legs is bent at the knee, and I grip on to the edge of the chair to stop myself from stroking my hand up her thick thigh. Her two-piece bathing suit leaves almost nothing to the imagination. The creamy skin of her midriff is showing and I raise up on my elbow to look closer at her. Her large breasts, barely contained in the top, show off her cleavage and all her soft curves have the rod between my legs hardening. I saw the bathing suit before, but never when she had it on.

  “Chels…” I grunt her name.

  She moves her arm and asks groggily, “Yeah?”

  I sit up on the edge of the chair with my hands on my knees. “Honey, you look hot. Hot as fuck actually.”

  She smiles at me and then shakes her head.

  But I’m not swaying from this. I stroke my hand up her arm. “I thought when you would be wearing this, you would have my ring on your finger. All these fuckers looking at you.” I groan as her nipples pucker. “Well, I can’t take it, baby. We will work through this. And then you’re going to have my ring on your finger.”

  She stares back at me and starts to speak, and I can already see the doubt on her face. I cover her lips with my finger.

  “I promise.”

  Chapter 7

  Chelsey

  He’s trying. I’ll give him that. Even on a beach with half naked women all around us, he only has eyes for me. We went swimming, sunbathed, had lunch on the beach, and then he took me shopping for something to wear for dinner tonight. He tells me that he has a surprise and I’m a little excited, but also a little nervous.

  Once we walk into the dining room, Jason tells them, “We have a reservation. Blake.”

  He strokes his fingers along my wrist while the hostess looks down at her book.

  “Blake, party of four, right this way.”

  He pulls me beside him.

  “Jason, what does she mean, party of four?”

  It’s not until we’re finally seated that he responds. “I have a surprise for you. Be patient, honey. It’s all going to be cleared up soon.”

  He kisses me on my temple before turning to the menu. I open it, but barely pay attention to what I’m seeing.

  Jason reaches for my hand. “Honey, look.”

  I raise my head and look at him before turning to where he’s gesturing. My whole body starts shaking, and I bring a trembling hand to my mouth. “Oh my God.”

  A couple is kissing and the man looks identical to Jason, the man I walked out of a wedding on, sitting next to me smiling. I look at him and back to the couple and my heart starts racing. “Jason, no, what did I do?”

  “Honey, it’s not your fault. He wasn’t supposed to be able to come for the wedding. He got home the night before and missed the rehearsal dinner. I should have told you, but I wasn’t even thinking about it.” He caresses his hand along my cheek.

  “Jason, I’m so sorry. Oh my God, what have I done? We could’ve been married right now,” I exclaim.

  “You must be Chelsey.” Jason’s twin brother approaches the table and I can’t believe how similar they are. They look exactly alike.

  I blush, totally embarrassed about the whole situation. I hold my hand out. “Yes. I’m so sorry, Jack.”

  “Hey, Chels.” The woman that Jack was kissing walks out from behind his towering body.

  I jump up from the table and circle it, putting my arms around my friend, Emily. “What are you doing here? Wait, it was you? You were kissing Jack at the wedding?”

  She puts her hand on her hip and juts it out as a whole slew of words string out of her mouth, but all I can make out is that the big lug won’t keep his lips to himself and she was kidnapped and taken to Miami.

  We sit down and are about to order dinner when I grab Jason’s hand. I turn to Jack and Emily. “How long are you here for?”

  “The rest of the week,” Jack answers.

  At the same time, Emily says, “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

  I laugh and pull Jason out of his chair. “Will you guys excuse us? We have so much to talk about, we’ll meet you for breakfast in the morning.”

  Jason follows me but doesn’t say a word. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to him and put a hand on each side of his face. “I’m so sorry, Jason.”

  “I know. But you can make it up to me.” He puts his hands at my waist.

  “Anything,” I tell him breathlessly.

  He drops to his knee and pulls a box out of his pocket. “You seem to have left this at the church. Marry me, Chelsey.”

  I drop down in front of him, my knees hitting the floor in a thud. “Yes. Absolutely.”

  Jason

  I barely get her to the room before she’s bare ass naked in front of me with her tempting, curvy body pressed against me.

  “Chels, we were waiting until we were married. Please, honey, there’s only so much I can take.” She’s undressing me and the feel of her hands gliding across my body has my cock hard and blood surging through my veins.

  “If it wasn’t for me, for not trusting you, we would have already been married,” she whispers as she pulls my taut nipple into her mouth.

  I groan. “Not like this. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything… but not like this. Not because of what happened.”

  Her hand slides down inside the front of my khakis and she wraps her hand around my girth. “I’m not waiting any longer. In my mind, you’re already my husband. That’s all that matters. Please, Jason, please make me yours.”

  “Fuck,” I moan against her lips as she squeezes my manhood.

  She pulls my shorts and underwear down and drops to her knees in front of me. We’ve never gone this far. I’ve never touched or tasted her pussy, only because I knew if I did, there would be no turning back. Her legs widen in stance and her aroma, her musky, aroused scent hits my nose.

  “Fuck yeah,” I mutter right before I slide my tongue along her creamy slit.

  A moan so deep it vibrates her body escapes her lips and she grabs on to my head, pulling me farther into her.

  I lap at her, using my hand to spread her open. I latch on to her hard clit and suck it into my mouth. Her hips gyrate against me, and my other hand goes to her slick opening, delving in and out of her with tiny jabs of my fat finger. She’s pulsating around me, clinching my finger and cum oozes out of my dick, knowing I’m about to feel her all around me. With every suckle, she’s moaning my name, and I increase the pressure until her body writhes around me.

  “Oh God, oh Jason, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begs me and I moan my answer against her drenched heat. “Never. Never.”

  Her climax consumes her and she screams my name. I don’t stop, though. I don’t stop until her body goes lax and I have to scoop her up before she falls to the floor. I lay her down on the bed, my hard cock between us.

  She looks up at me with hooded eyes and I swear her lush, ripe body is the best thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Images of her round with our baby flashes through my mind, and my hips jerk at the thought.

  I lay down beside her and she curls into me.

  Chapter 8

  Chelsey

  I can’t believe I’ve waited this long. If what I just felt is any indication of what’s to come, I’m ready. More than ready. I rub my legs together, feeling the slickness between my thighs.

  “Your turn,” I tell him before scooting down the bed. My body strokes his, and when my nipple scrapes down his hard abs, he sucks in a breath, grabbing my arms and pulling me back up his body.

  “I won’t last, honey. And the next time I come, I’m coming inside you,” he breathes against my mouth before kissing me. I straddle his waist, leaning down across him while he violates my mouth, his tongue stroking mine.
My hips gyrate in sync with his tongue and I can feel his hot cock rubbing across my ass.

  I lift up and move backwards, circling his girth with my hand. His hand to my belly, he says, “We can wait, honey. We can get married tomorrow. We don’t have to do this now.”

  I raise up on my knees and align him at my center. My body is trembling, but I’m more excited than nervous. “I’ll marry you whenever or wherever, but I want your dick inside of me tonight, Jason. No more waiting.”

  I start to lower myself onto him and slide down his thickness. With every inch I go, my body adjusts to his size. When he reaches the small stretch of my hymen, I suck in a deep breath and impale myself on him. I cry out his name and he shudders underneath me. His hands go to my hips, forcing me to hold still.

  A lone tear escapes my eyes and rolls down my face. “Are you okay, baby?”

  I have no words. I merely nod my head at him.

  With his hands guiding me, I raise up and lower back down. His hips meet mine thrust for thrust and the fullness, the absolute fullness I have of him inside me, overcomes me and my whole body trembles.

  One of his hands goes between us and I lean back when he slides his finger along my hard nub. My body locks up as the orgasm shoots through me. Every muscle I have is tense and pulled tight; when I think it might be able to loosen up, he thrusts up inside of me and I tighten again.

  He rolls us over and I’m underneath him. He holds my legs up and plows into me. “Look at us, baby, look at how good we look together.”

  I lift up my head and look down where his cock is spearing inside of me. The mixture of our juices and my virginity coats him as he moves in and out of me. The sight is beautiful and my heart about explodes. He leans down. “Give me your mouth.”

  I open to him and he kisses me, an all-encompassing, passion-filled kiss, and I moan his name as I explode around him and he shoots hot ropes of cum deep inside me.

  He falls down on me, his elbows holding him up. His face is buried in my chest and I try to calm my racing heart. When I finally come down, he kisses me again, telling me he loves me and that soon I’ll be his wife.

  I fall asleep, nestled in his arms.

  Jason

  I knew we would be good together. I had no idea that after I had her that I would have an irrational need to consume her, claim her, and make her mine. Her curvy body is pressed against me and I relish what is going to come of our future.

  I lean over the bed and grab my shorts off the floor. I pull my phone out and text my brother, It’s a go

  He texts me back, Got it

  Chapter 9

  Chelsey

  I wake up stretching and feel muscles that I didn’t even know I had hurting and pulling.

  “Woah. Woah. That’s way more than I planned on seeing today. You’re naked under there.”

  I freeze and pull the covers up to my chin. “Emily. What are you doing in here?”

  “Your boyfriend’s orders. I was not to wake Sleeping Beauty until ten. Well, it’s nine fifty-five, so get out of bed, we have a date with the spa,” she orders as she throws some clothes at me.

  I get out of bed and ask, “Where is Jason?”

  She pulls her purse across her shoulder. “He had to take care of something with his brother. I was put in charge of getting you pampered this morning.”

  I go to the bathroom and shower quickly and get ready. As soon as I walk out, Emily is leading me to the spa.

  He spared no expense. Emily and I both had full body massages, manicures, pedicures, and they even styled our hair and did our makeup. When we got up to the room, I was hoping that Jason would be there waiting but it was empty. Except for a white gown hanging on a rack in the middle of the room.

  I run up to it and stroke my hand down the white satin material.

  Pulling my phone out, I text Jason. Are we getting married?

  His response is almost instant. If you say yes

  I smile at my phone. Yes. Always, yes.

  Emily jerks the phone out of my hand and looks at it. “Oh, please. Can we get you dressed now before you’re late for your wedding?”

  She’s one of my best friends in the world and as she’s helping me get dressed I ask her about Jack. Her face flushes a deep red, but she’s not talking. In my head, I’m imagining her as my future sister-in-law, but I try to cover up my smile by turning and looking into the mirror.

  And it hits me. I’m going to be Mrs. Jason Blake today.

  I hate that my mom won’t be here. I already talked to her to explain about the wedding, or well, the wedding that didn’t happen, but now it looks like I will need to explain how I’m getting married without her being here. I hate that, but I can’t put Jason off again.

  Jason

  The second she comes into view, everything else fades away. It was tough pulling this off, but seeing her, I know it was worth it. I have my twin brother at my side. I watch as my little brother, who’s not so little anymore, I’m realizing, walks her down the aisle to me. The photographer, the one we hired for the wedding back home, is even here. I don’t know how that happened, but by the looks that she and my little brother are sharing, I would say he has something to do with it.

  Chelsey’s gaze is on me and she’s not looking anywhere else.

  She’s a vision in white. A goddess and I’m so damn lucky that she chose me to be her husband.

  When they stop in front of me, the preacher asks, “Who gives this woman…”

  Before he can even finish, Chelsey’s mom stands up. “I do.”

  Chelsey gasps and turns to her mother, catching her in a big hug. Yep, flying her mother and my parents here was the right decision. It was the only option. I wasn’t waiting another day to make her mine.

  With tears glistening in her eyes, she turns to me, mouthing the words “thank you” before wrapping her arm through mine.

  The ceremony is quick but I think it’s perfect. Exactly how I wanted it. I have my family with me, my soon-to-be wife by my side and we are on the beach. I hated to leave her in bed this morning, but I knew she would want to stick with tradition of me not seeing the bride before the wedding. When I place the ring on her finger and am given permission to kiss my wife, I swing her up in my arms and kiss her.

  I pull back long enough to tell her, “I love you, Mrs. Blake.”

  “I love you, too, Mr. Blake.”

  Epilogue

  Jason

  Strike, the umpire calls. Three years in the big leagues and the rush still gets to me. They bring me in to close ballgames. And that’s what I do.

  I catch the ball when the catcher throws it back to me and I walk back to the mound. There’s two strikes on the batter, two outs and no one on base. On the way to the pitcher’s mound, I look into the stands where all the wives and girlfriends are sitting. But I only have eyes for two ladies.

  Chelsey is sitting there holding our two-year-old daughter in her lap. She’s pointing at me, and she and Jamie are waving wildly. I swear I can hear Jamie’s giggles over the noise of the crowd. I nod my head and smile at them before taking my place. I’m ready to get to my girls.

  I pull my arm back, lift my knee and throw my body forward, releasing the ball out in front of me. Strike three.

  We win. My team jumps around in excitement, I give a few fist bumps, high fives, and then jog over to the opening in the fence where I know my girls will be waiting for me.

  Chelsey hands a squealing Jamie over to me and I throw her up in the air and catch her. Jamie is talking about the cotton candy she ate during the game and I could have guessed it before she told me because she is a sticky mess.

  I settle her on my hip. Leaning over the fence, I kiss my wife.

  She smiles up at me. “You did good, Jason. I’d say that was the quickest inning I’ve ever seen.”

  I shrug my shoulders. “I had to get to my girls. I’ll be out in thirty minutes. Stay with security until I get out.” I don’t mess around with their safety. If they’re not
with me, I make sure they have someone with them.

  She rolls her eyes and kisses me. “Okay, honey.”

  Twenty-five minutes later, I have Jamie asleep on my shoulder and my arm around Chelsey’s hip. Some of my teammates are asking me to go out with them tonight, but I don’t even hesitate. “I can’t, guys. I have to get my girls home. Some other time, maybe.”

  When we get to the car and I open the door for Chelsey and put Jamie in her car seat, Chelsey is quiet and doesn’t say anything. She watches as I put Jamie in her seat, but I can tell that something is on her mind.

  Chelsey

  I watch Jason as he cuddles Jamie into her seat and then kisses her forehead before buckling her in, his gentle touch letting her sleep through it all.

  I get into the car and put on my seatbelt. Watching my husband walk around to his side, I think again how lucky I am to have him as my husband. Not only is he handsome, but he’s one of the greatest men I know. He has supported me, my blog that has grown a lot these past few years and he’s the best daddy to our daughter.

  He sits down and turns to me. “Tell me. What’s wrong? What’s on your mind?”

  I lift my shoulders and then decide to just ask him. “Are you happy, Jason? You know you could have gone out with your teammates.”

  He laughs. Literally laughs. “You know I’m happy, Chelsey. Why would I go out with them when I have you and Jamie at home?”

  I clear my throat. “I know. I’m just being crazy. I just want you to know that you can go out with your teammates if you want. I trust you… completely. I just don’t want you to feel tied down.”

  “Tied down? I’ve never felt tied down with you. I want nothing more than to go home and cuddle with my wife in our bed. That’s what I want to do tonight, and every night after.”

  I don’t know how else to say it, so I just spit it out. “I’m pregnant.”

  His eyes widen, and he looks back at Jamie to make sure she’s still asleep. “I’m so…”