by Frankie Love
Eli grunts and turns his back on me, but both Colton and Mason’s brows lift.
“You care enough about her to ruin our friendship?” Eli growls out, staring out the large window that looks out on the lumber yard.
“Yes,” I answer honestly. “I’d do anything to be with her. I’ve tried so fucking hard to keep my feelings to myself. But I can’t anymore.”
“Because you love her,” Eli says, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Yes. And she loves me.”
Eli turns and glares at me. “What the hell do you want me to say to that?”
I drag a hand back through my hair. “I want you to remember how you were with Karis. Did you have any choice in falling for her?”
He doesn’t say anything, just looks away again.
“I came here to try and make things right. To ask for your blessing—”
“My blessing?” His eyes narrow, and his expression is unreadable. But there’s not the same fury in his eyes as there was a moment before. “For what?”
I pull out the ring that was once my grandmother’s and hold it up. “I want to ask Jenna to marry me.”
“Shit,” Mason says, a grin spreading across his face.
Colton laughs, but Eli keeps glaring at me.
“I know no one will ever be good enough for her,” I continue. “And I’m not saying I am. But what I can offer is stability, a future, hell, if we’re lucky maybe a houseful of kids one day. I can promise to love her for the rest of my life, and—”
“I’ve heard enough,” Eli says, his lips thinning. And I wonder if he’s about to have Colton and Mason kick me out on my ass. But then his expression softens. “Fuck.” He shakes his head, mouth a thin line, then he tosses his arms up. “All right.”
I frown at him. “All right?”
“You have my blessing.” He holds his hand up when I start to open my mouth. “But I’m giving you this one warning, you hurt her and—”
“I won’t. I’d rather cut off my right testicle than do anything to hurt her.”
“I’ll do it for you,” Colten says, smiling.
“And I’ll be happy to hold you down while he does.” Mason laughs, and even Eli’s lips twitch.
“I’ll make her happy,” I promise, not just to the men in the room, but also to myself. And it’s the truth, now that I have her, I’m going to spend every second of my life making sure Jenna knows how damn lucky I am.
Chapter Ten
Jenna
“Keep your eyes closed,” Porter says, leading me by the hand, out the back door of my cottage.
“They are closed.” I smile, remembering the excitement I’d seen in his eyes before he told me to close them. “What are we doing? Why all the secrecy?”
“Just don’t open them until I tell you.”
“Okay.” I trust him with my whole heart. I’d let him lead me anywhere. But I know where we’re going as my bare feet plod across the freshly cut grass.
My greenhouse. He’d asked me to stay out of the backyard the past couple of days, and I know he’s excited about what he built. I’d seen the frame of the greenhouse he’d been working on, and I know it’s a lot bigger than the one I’d asked him to make me.
I hear the creak of a door open and then the scent of flowers fills my nostrils.
“You ready?” His large arms wrap around my waist, and his warm breath is against my ear making my body instantly come alive.
Eyes still closed, I wrap my arms around his neck and press against him. “I’m always ready for you.”
He chuckles and his lips brush against mine. “Who would have known my sweet little Jenna could be so naughty.”
I laugh, every cell in my body sparking with desire as his hands roam up and down my back, over my ass, drawing me tight against his hard body. I can feel his thick and ready cock pressed against my stomach, and my mouth waters for a taste.
“Porter,” I whimper as he runs his lips down my neck, across my collarbone, his scruff tickling and teasing my sensitive flesh.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
I do. And at first all I see is him. The man I spent my entire life fantasizing about. God, he’s gorgeous, and my heart skips a beat at the love I see reflected in his eyes.
“What do you think?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips.
I blink, not wanting to pull my gaze from his handsome face, but when I do, my breath catches in my throat.
We’re inside the nursery, which alone would have brought tears to my eyes. It’s so much more than I asked for, big enough to grow my business two-fold. But it’s the hundreds of white and pink lilies that fill the room, that has my mouth gaping open.
“Oh my god, Porter.”
“I know lilies are your favorite—”
“And they’re potted, not cut.” I’ve never understood why people like cut flowers. Sure, they’re pretty for a few days, maybe a week, but then they die. A potted plant can last years, and with clippings you can make more of them. And I know the gesture is more than him just giving me what I like, but an analogy of our future. What we have won’t fade away, it’s built on the promise of forever.
He smiles down at me. “You like it?”
“Yes. So much. But you didn’t have to do all this.”
“Yeah, I did.” He places a palm on my cheek. “I want you to know how special you are to me.” He lowers himself to one knee and I gasp when he pulls out a small velvet box.
“Porter—”
He takes my hand. “I never thought I’d be here. Hell, I dreamed about it, imagined what I’d say, but I let fear stop me from going after what I wanted. But one kiss and I knew that there was nothing in this world that could keep me away from you. I love you, Jenna.”
“I love you too.” Tears fill my eyes.
He opens the velvet box. “I want to spend my life with you. Will you be my wife?”
“Yes. A hundred times yes.” Tears stream down my cheek as he slips the ring on my finger.
He stands and kisses me, our hearts and souls and bodies one.
“Good.” He smiles down at me. “Because I’ve been waiting a long time to get you in a veil.”
Epilogue 1
Porter
Eight Weeks Later...
The wedding takes a bit of coordinating - Jenna wants the yard to be perfect before we invite our friends and family over for the ceremony. But after two months of preparation, she has landscaped the space to her liking. While she’s been potting, spreading soil, and designing the space, I laid down hundreds of bricks to create winding paths between her flower boxes. I also built an arbor - under which we will take our vows and a gazebo for the band during the reception.
Now everyone we love is gathered together to witness the first day of the rest of our lives. There are around twenty guests and everything about the day is simply perfect. The sun shines brightly overhead, in a sky of blue, flowers drip from every inch of the yard, and when the wedding march begins to play, my eyes water.
Yes, I may be a hardass, but when it comes to Jenna, I’m a softy. She fucking melts my heart every damn time I see her. And I know I’m the only man on earth who can make her happy. It’s the greatest privilege of my entire life - to be hers, heart, mind and soul.
Eli walks down the aisle with my bride. Without their parents, they are committed to looking out for one another. It may have been a rocky start, Jenna and me, but once Eli realized that there was no changing our minds - that our love was pure and true - he chilled out.
Now, he gives his sister a hug, then lifts her veil, before stepping back. “Take good care of her, man,” he says, squeezing my shoulder. I pull him into a hug too. He’s been a brother to me my whole damn life, and now we are family.
Jenna radiates beauty and happiness, and as I step closer to my bride, my heart fills with pride. This woman is mine, now and forever.
“God, I love you,” I tell her before anything else. Because those three words are more than a sentim
ent - they are the foundation for everything.
When the guests leave, it’s late evening. We toasted, we danced, we ate cake that Karis made, and now we are alone for the first time all day.
“You’re glowing,” I tell her.
She smiles. “I’ve never been so happy,” she tells me. We are under the gazebo now, ivy crawling up the sides, the light of the moon filtering down over us. In a little oasis of our own making.
“Me either,” I tell her. “Now our life begins.”
She runs her hands over my chest. “I’ve wanted to kiss you - really kiss you - all day.”
“Those damn guests,” I joke. “Really cramping your style, huh?”
She laughs. “The wedding was perfect, all of it.”
“But?”
“But this is what I am really looking forward to. Quiet moments, alone, with you, Porter.”
I pull her to me, my cock hard and my heart fucking full. “God, I’m one lucky bastard.”
“Make love to me,” she whispers. “As my husband.”
I growl, the words causing my primal need to protect her, to take care of her, to unleash. “You want me to make you come?” I ask, scooping her up into my arms.
“Please,” she whispers. “Make your wife come all over you.”
“That’s what you really want?” I ask, my voice a growl as I carry her inside our house.
“Make me come all over your face, husband,” she demands, giving a look that tells me exactly what she needs.
Her dirty talk gets me off so fucking fast, and there is no holding back tonight. She is my wife, my bride, my fucking world. I will give her everything she needs and more.
We strip quickly, laughing as I undo the hundred buttons up the back of her gown. She isn’t wearing a mint green teddy - instead, under her wedding dress is something so much sexier. Nothing at all.
“You weren’t wearing panties all day long?” I ask, my hands cupping her perky tits. “My bride has had her pussy bare for hours and never told me?”
She laughs softly, her hand stroking me gently. “You wouldn't have been able to restrain yourself.”
“Fucking right. You know me so damn well.”
“I’ve known you since I was a girl.”
My cock throbs, her sweet pussy drips. I need her on top of me. Now. “You’re not a girl anymore, are you?”
She shakes her head, her full lips so fucking hot, her sweet tits so damn perfect. “No, now I’m your wife.”
Who knew that simple word was such a fucking turn on? But it is. I pull my bride to me as we roll into bed. I pull her pussy to my mouth, her hands on the headboard, bracing herself for the mouthfucking I’m about to give her. She likes to get off so much, and every time she does, my cock explodes with ribbons of cum.
This time is no exception. She starts riding my mouth, nice and good, her sweet little pussy so ripe and tender. I lick her juicy slit up and down as she bounces on me. I hold her hips, needing to bury my tongue inside her tight hole, and she moans as she holds onto the headboard as I have my way with her.
“Oh god,” she pants, coming so hard on me. I drink her up, loving how sweet she tastes. “Oh Porter, oh, ohhh.”
She spins around, knowing I’ll come so fucking soon, and I roll on top of her, straddling her body. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s horny like this.
Her nipples are buds of pleasure, telling me this is exactly what she wants. Me.
I squeeze her breasts against my cock, titty-fucking her the way we’ve both learned she likes. When you have a virgin as your fiancé, you learn all sorts of things - discovering what she enjoys is so fucking fun - I swear I’ll never tire of it. Watching her eyes widen as I fill her tight pussy up, pounding her, riding her, showing her how to get on her hands and knees - it’s all so fucking hot.
Now, I titty-fuck my wife, my hot cum spurting in ribbons over her breasts, her mouth opening to catch my salty release. She bobs her head up, wanting those white drops of cum to slide down her throat.
I’ll give my wife what she wants - now and for always.
“I love you,” I tell her, leaning down and kissing her lips. “I love you so fucking much, Jenna Smith.”
Her eyes brighten at my words. “I love you more, husband.” Then she licks her lips. “So, are you ready to screw me all over again?”
I chuckle, tucking a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. Now that it’s awakened, Jenna’s sexual appetite has no bounds.
I’m one lucky man.
“Oh, I’ll screw you again, all right,” I tell her. “Nice and tight, just the way you like.”
Epilogue 2
Jenna
One Year Later…
“Ssh, little girl, Mommy still needs her sleep,” Porter’s deep voice says through the monitor that’s beside our bed. He starts to hum a lullaby, and I’m surprised by how rich and soothing his voice is. I’m still learning new things about him every day.
The squawking turns into a soft, newborn coo as he continues to sing.
Despite the way my body still aches from thirty-two hours of labor, a smile tugs at my lips, and I shift out of bed, and pad down the hall.
My small cottage has gained another level since last year, including a master bedroom with en-suite, and a large nursery. That’s where I find my husband. The room is decorated in soft pinks, and every piece of furniture was handcrafted by Porter, including the large rocking chair that he’s sitting in rocking our newborn daughter.
I lean against the door, my heart swelling with love for both of them.
“That’s a good girl,” Porter says softly, his expression full of affection and tenderness. “Look at you all wide awake and alert.” He takes her little hand in his massive one, the smile on his face so damn sexy.
If I hadn’t just had a baby, I’d be all over him right now demanding he give me another one.
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching him with her. The way he’s both protective and tender at the same time. The first time the nurse handed our daughter to him, I saw the flash of fear in his eyes, like he might break her, but then something changed. Immediately he went all alpha protector, and I knew in the moment that no one would ever mess with our little girl.
“Your mommy thinks you can’t understand me yet,” Porter says softly, still not aware that I’m watching them. “But I think she’s wrong. You’re a smart little thing, just like her. And I want you to know that I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you know how loved and protected you are.”
“She knows,” I tell him, walking across the room. “How can she not know that she’s loved.” Reaching out, I drag my fingers over the dark scruff on his jaw. “You’re already an amazing dad, Porter.”
He smiles up at me, so much love in his eyes. “You should be sleeping.”
“I needed to see my two favorite people.”
Standing, he places Lily in my arms.
“I can’t believe how much I love her already,” I say, taking her in, her little bow lips, tiny little nose, and big blue eyes. She has barely any hair, but what she does have is almost translucent, and I know she’s going to have the same white-blond hair Porter had when he was a kid.
“She’s so beautiful,” he tells me, his arms wrapping around me and kissing my cheek. “Just like her mommy.”
“I think it’s going to be a few weeks before I feel beautiful again,” I admit.
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” Porter says, rubbing my back, then turning me in his arms. I’d think he was lying if I didn’t still see the desire in his eyes every time he looks at me. “I’ve never wanted you more.”
“You say that every day.” I chuckle.
“Because my desire for you grows stronger every day. So does my love.” He cups my jaw and kisses me. It’s soft and tender, and it makes me fall in love with him all over again. “And when you’re all healed up, I’m going to show you just how beautiful and sexy you are.”
I smirk up at him.
“There are things we can do in the meantime.”
“Sleep first,” he says, and I know it’s an order. Porter has always been protective of me, but after I found out I was pregnant, he’s been even more so. I know I’m lucky to have a man who wants to take care of me, to spoil me.
“I love you,” I tell him, knowing there have never been three words that were more true.
Lily makes a small sound between us.
“I still can’t believe we made her,” I tell him, stroking her cheek. “That our love created such a perfect little human.”
“So are you taking back what you said when you were in labor?” he chuckles. “About her being our only one.”
I smirk up at him. “I was in pain.”
“I know.” His expression grows serious. “I wish I could have taken that from you.”
And I know that if he had the ability to he would have.
“No.” I shake my head and glance down at Lily, who’s fast asleep now. “It was worth it.” I place her in the crib, then turn into Porter’s open arms, letting him wrap me in his warmth and strength. “And it’ll be worth it again. I want to have lots of babies with you. A houseful.”
He kisses my forehead. “I want that too.” He pulls back slightly, those green eyes studying me. “But what I want most in this world is to make you happy. To make all your dreams come true.”
“You already have, husband,” I say, never tiring of calling him that. I stand on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, then kiss him. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Porter Smith. You stole my heart when I was twelve years old.”
He chuckles. “And I never plan on giving it back.”
“Good. Because it’s yours forever.”
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Kissing Princeton Charming
Princeton Charming Book 1
“Things just got royally complicated.”
