You & Me: The Complete Series (3 Book Boxset)

by Lisa Shelby

  “Fuck. You are killing me, Em.”

  He pulls me to the edge of the desk and drops to his knees. As soon as he hits the ground, he lifts his eyes to mine as puts two fingers inside of me and starts moving them, ever so slowly. Without taking his eyes off mine, he flicks his tongue over that spot that he knows will send me over the edge. I’m aching from the ecstasy that only he can make me feel. My back arches, and I moan loudly. I don’t know if it’s because of all of the emotions of the last fifteen minutes, or because it just feels that good, but I am already close. He keeps moving his fingers while he slowly tortures me with the bliss he creates with his tongue. He loves to build me up slowly so that he can watch me fall over the edge. He knows my body better than I do, and I can feel myself getting close to that edge as his fingers pick up speed and his tongue starts moving faster and stronger. His tongue stops for just a moment as he takes a small sharp bite of my bundle of nerves that are balancing on the brink. Then as soon as he does, his tongue is back working in circles while his fingers hit just the right spot.

  “That’s it…Oh God, Jonathan…that’s it…” I feel myself pulsing around his fingers as I yell. “Yes, baby. Right there! Oh shit…baby! I’m coming! Yes!”

  As soon as he feels me start to come down from my high, he does what he does best and enters me while I am still pulsing. He keeps my high going so that we can come together.

  “Em…you feel so good…love to feel you come all over me.”

  He pulls down on the cups of my bustier so that my breasts pop out over the top. They’re on full display, and this brings a small little smile to his face. He takes one in his hand while his tongue works its magic on my other hard as glass nipple. Then—because he believes in equal treatment—he switches hands and take the other nipple into his mouth all while still keeping his steady rhythm that has me right on that edge that I never quite left.

  He grabs my ass to bring my body closer to his, and he lifts me off the desk. A few steps later we fall down on the sofa on the other side of the room. Now he’s sitting with me straddling him. He’s using his hands on my ass to guide our rhythm. Our lips meet in a frenzied dance as my hands weave through his short dark hair, and I hold on for dear life as I feel myself building up again. He pulls his lips from mine, and I moan at the loss, but when he takes my nipple back in his mouth and reaches between us to use his thumb to help take me all the way again, I realize it’s a loss worth taking.

  “Jonathan…I’m gonna come again…”

  “Not yet, baby…just hold on another minute…” he huffs as I watch him get closer to falling.

  We’re both right there and moments later he yells, “Now, baby! Come with me!”

  His words are what I need to take me over, and when I go, he goes right along with me. The room is now quiet, except for our heavy breathing. I’m still sitting on top of him, and he is still inside me when he says, “I love you, Gracie.”

  I don’t want to move from this spot.

  I can feel all of the love, happiness and excitement radiating off of him in this moment. It’s clear he didn’t know if I would say yes to moving in. But I guess if you had asked me a couple of months ago if I would have answered with a yes…I might not have believed it either.

  “I love you, Georgia.”

  Epilogue

  Four Years Later…

  Sitting in bed taking the rare moment I have to read one of my favorite books for the umpteenth time, I hear one of my favorite sounds; the sound of my husband arriving home from work safe and sound. I hear the door from the garage open and close. Soon after, I hear the Velcro peel open as Jonathan takes his gear off and stores it in the hall closet, as well as putting his gun in the safe.

  One of the perks of being a K9 handler is that you get a take home car to transport the dog, and therefore he can get dressed and undressed at home and not the locker room at the police department. It may not be a lot, but it’s just that much more time at home with us each night.

  Best of all he has a partner. It makes me feel a little bit better knowing he has a partner with him. Especially a cute, little buddy that will bite on command, and kick some ass when Jonathan needs him to.

  Olaf is a sweet boy when he’s not at work, but we still make sure that Ireland loves him from afar just to be safe. Jonathan let her name him when he was promoted to K9 Officer a couple years back. The second Frozen movie was still playing on a loop in the house, so Olaf it was.

  I hear him drop something heavy like, maybe a boot, and I freeze as I listen to see if Caroline or Matty wake up. They’re pretty good sleepers for nine month olds, but when one wakes up, they both wake up. A few silent moments pass and it seems we’re in the clear. Thank God. I look at the display on both of the video monitors, and they’re sound asleep, at least for the time being. Putting them each in their own rooms was a hard decision, but I think it’s helping them sleep through the night.

  Soon, Jonathan comes sauntering into the room in just his boxer briefs—having left his dirty uniform in the laundry room on his way down the hall—and he leaps onto the bed and lays his head in my lap. He looks up at me while I rub my hands through his hair.

  “How was your night, Georgia?”

  “Better now that I’m home. How was yours? Is Matthew feeling better?”

  “He seems to be. No fever, so I think he might just be teething.”

  “Was their big sister helpful tonight?”

  “She was. She rocked Caroline to sleep while I tried to calm Matty. I swear I don’t know what I’d do without her sometimes.”

  “I feel the same about you, baby,” he says as he takes one of my hands from his head, kisses it and then places it on his heart.

  We sit here in comfortable silence for quite some time before I follow his gaze to see that he’s staring at the picture above our dresser from our wedding day. It was one of the happiest days of my life. I can never look back on our wedding without thinking about his proposal. Even four years and two more kids later, I still get butterflies in my stomach whenever I think about it.

  “Happy Anniversary,” I hear Jonathan say in my ear as I slowly come out of my dream-filled haze.

  “Anniversary?”

  “Yep, six years ago today you flipped my world upside down, and I’ve never been the same.”

  “Ah, thanks baby but what time is it? It feels like it’s the middle of the night,” I say on a yawn.

  “It’s early, sugar, but I need you to get up.”

  “Jonathan, it’s Sunday. What is wrong with you?”

  “We have to get to the airport. Our flight leaves in a couple hours so get up Sleeping Beauty!” He says as he gives me a little swat on the butt.

  “Our flight? Where are we going? What about Ireland?”

  “Ireland’s going to be staying with your mom for a couple of days, and don’t worry about where we’re going. Just get up.”

  “What do you mean don’t worry about where we’re going? How can I pack if I don’t even know where we are going? I didn’t even say goodbye to Ireland when she went to mom’s last night.”

  He takes me by the hand and slowly pulls me up to a sitting position.

  “You can call her when we land, and I already packed a bag for you. Now get that fine ass of yours in the shower before I throw you in!”

  I follow his orders and before I know it we’re boarding a plane for San Diego. It’s a short flight, and I spend most of it asleep on Jonathan’s shoulder. I’m exhausted but Jonathan seems to have enough energy for the both of us. What is with him?

  The plane lands and we collect our luggage. I did notice there is a lot of luggage for a couple of days, but am too confused and tired to ask any questions. We head to the rental car check out where Jonathan has rented us a jeep to drive, and it’s red. I love jeeps, especially red ones. None as much as Scarlett, but they’re so much fun! Jonathan doesn’t say much as he throws our bags into the back seat, and then drives us off down the road.

  I ca
n tell we’re headed in the direction of San Clemente, but I’m surprised when we pull up to the San Onofre Beach cottages. It hasn’t changed a bit, and when Jonathan opens my door and helps me out, he gives me a little grin. But he still doesn’t say a word. Just as I suspected he takes me by the hand and leads me to the same little white cabin we stayed in last time. With each step closer to our cottage, the memories start flooding my mind and my heart starts racing.

  Once we’re through the front door, it all comes rushing back even faster. There’s a new couch and kitchen table and chairs but for the most part it’s all the same. The first thing I do is go out to our little patio to look at the view. It’s still early and a little cool, but the weather is beautiful. As I turn around to head back inside, something catches my eye. On the table, just like before, there’s a gift waiting there. There’s a sticky note on it that says,

  Diana helped me woo you last time, so I thought I would keep with tradition.

  Love you, Georgia

  I’m so very confused because last time we were here he bought me a Diana Gabaldon book. This package isn’t a book. I set the sticky note aside and tear off the paper. Inside are the DVDs for Part 1 and Part 2 of the first season of Outlander.

  Jonathan appears in the doorway to the patio and says, “I figured it might be nice to watch it together so I can see what all this ‘Outlander’ craziness is about. I liked Downton Abbey, so I figure I’ll give Outlander a shot too. Besides, I need to see why you, Cami and Alex say this Jamie guys is so freaking great. You know how competitive I can be.”

  I throw my arms around him and show him my gratitude the only way I know how; with my lips because I am speechless.

  He doesn’t let things get too heated because he has more to show me I discover, as he takes me by the hand and guides me to the kitchen. On the counters there are all the ingredients for s’mores and I see a Costco sized bag of fishies. He opens the fridge, and I see it’s fully stocked with contents that all seem to look familiar to me. Next he opens the freezer, and I can’t help but laugh when I see the carton of vanilla ice cream that says Gracie on it, and the carton of chocolate that says Georgia on it.

  He walks up behind me, wraps his arms around me and presses his front to my back. I shut the freezer door and say, “You really have thought of everything, haven’t you?”

  “Nah, I just want to make you happy. I’ve relived our first week together over and over again, and I just thought we could try to live a bit of it again together. I know we’re in a different place now, but I thought it might be fun to bring us back to where it all began.”

  “I think it’s a great idea. Thank you so much for the getaway. I’m excited for some alone time. Just seeing that chocolate ice cream in the freezer makes me want to start reliving some of those memories right now,” I say trying to turn around in his arms to kiss him and see if we can start our trip down memory lane now.

  But I am denied.

  “Nope. No can do. If we get started, I won’t be able to stop and I have plans for us. Why don’t you go in the bathroom and change into something that you can hike in. I’ll get a backpack ready.”

  “We’re going hiking? Really?”

  “Yes, we’re going hiking and you’ll like it. Now get moving, woman!”

  He hands me my smallest bag, and I can’t help but think it’s weird that he insists I go into the bathroom to change, and not the bedroom. He’s up to something, but so far so good, so I’m not going to question it too much.

  Once I’m ready, he doesn’t waste any time getting us out the door and back into the jeep.

  I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am when he pulls into the parking lot for the Las Ramlas Trail. I’m excited because this is the home of our first kiss, but I am dreading the hike. It nearly killed me last time, but I guess I was pregnant and probably a little more tired than usual.

  He holds my hand and supplies me with water, snacks and conversation as we make our journey up to the flagpole at the top of the viewpoint.

  Once there he grows quiet, and doesn’t really say much. He puts his arms around me and holds my back to his front. He rests his chin on the top of my head and gently sways us while we admire the view, and take some time to cool off and catch our breath. It’s been fairly quiet on the trail today, and it’s kind of nice that it’s been just the two of us for the most part. It’s especially nice up here with this view.

  Jonathan releases his hold on me and points to the mailbox, “Look, it’s still here. I wonder if our journal is still there too?”

  I jump out of his arms and skip towards the box and open it up, but feel disappointed when I see a new journal inside. “Shoot, it’s a new one and not ours. That would have been so cool.”

  “Well, I’m sure they filled it up. You better make sure you leave a note though. I’m sure we aren’t the first ones here to write in the new one. You wanna go first this time?”

  “Sure, let’s see…here we go.”

  “What’s the last entry say?”

  “It says…Oh My God…Jonathan…”

  “What’s it say, baby?” he asks again.

  I turn around to face him and find him on his knee with a ring box in his hand.

  “Well, read it to me.”

  Barely able to see through the puddle of tears forming in my eyes, I read aloud what it says in the book.

  “Emily Grace Jacobs, my Gracie. I will love you always and forever and wherever I may be. Would you please do me the honor of becoming my wife, and dancing endless dances in the dark with me? Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?”

  I put the journal back in the mailbox. I walk back to him and join him on the ground, down on my knees. I take his precious face in my hands, and give him a sweet loving kiss. I pull back, look him in the eyes and say, “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting six years for you to ask me that.”

  I see the look of confusion and then relief color his expression. As those dimples that I love so much make an appearance, he asks. “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes, it’s a yes! Of course!” I yell.

  “I love you so much!” He plants a big sloppy kiss on my face, puts the ring on my finger and then yells at the top of his lungs, “She said yes!”

  At first I think he’s just professing his love for the world to hear—like he once said he would do as he laid in a hospital bed—but I soon realize it is much more than that.

  From out of nowhere on the other side of the trail familiar faces start popping into view. First I see Devon and Mick, followed by Liam, Kate, Cami, Gabby—and oh my God Sam and Steph!

  I feel like I might be losing my mind for a minute when my mom and Ireland appear, and my baby girl starts running my way. The next faces I see belong to Robert and Fiona. Everybody I love is here, except for Alex. She’s hosting a big event at home but she texted me a bit ago to check in. Now I know why.

  “What is happening? How did they all get here? Did Ireland and my mom walk the trail?”

  “Mommy, I took a four wheeler on the trail. It was so much fun! Uncle Mick isn’t a very good driver though!”

  “Come here, sweetheart. What are you doing here?” I say as I pick her up and swing her into my arms. I won’t be able to do this much longer, she is growing up so fast. “What are all of you doing here?” I say to the group that contains all my favorite people.

  “We wanna watch you get married, mommy,” my sweet girl proclaims.

  I turn to look at my new fiancé to get some clarification and I think he is actually blushing. Jonathan Kelly doesn’t blush. What the hell is going on?

  “Baby, did you mean what you said when you said you had been waiting six years? Because I was thinking why put it off another minute? I was hoping we could get married here, tonight, on the beach where we became an us. What do you say? Too much?”

  It should be too much. The old me would have run for the hills—except we’re already at the top of a hill and there isn’t anywhere to run. />
  I don’t want to run.

  This is where I want to be.

  Looking around at all the faces of those I love the most, with Ireland in my arms—there is nothing I want more than to marry this man, here in San Clemente, where it all started.

  “It sounds perfect,” I say. “I can’t wait to become your wife, so why not tonight?”

  There are whoops and hollers all around us, and Jonathan looks beyond relieved. He reaches out for Ireland and she goes into his arms. He props her up on one side, and pulls me into his other side and kisses me on the temple.

  “Jonathan?” Ireland says quietly so only the three of us can hear her, and internally I praise her for finally being able to say his name correctly.

  “Yes, Princess?”

  “If you marry mommy, does that mean you will be my daddy?”

  Jonathan turns to me with tears pooling in his eyes and asks me without saying a word what the answer to this question will be. I answer him with a slight nod and he turns back to Ireland and says, “It would be my honor to be your daddy, if you want me to be?”

  “I do! I really, really do!” She says excitedly. She reaches for me and we put our three heads together with our arms around each other and she whispers. “I can’t believe I’m gonna have a daddy.”

  “What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?”

  His voice brings me back to the present, and it’s then I realize that I have tears falling down my face while I turn my wedding ring round and round my finger. I often do this while thanking the previous owner of this ring for the amazing man she brought into my world.