Jacked

by Chance Carter

  “No, I didn’t, Valerie. I made love. A big difference, but you wouldn’t know that,” Jane replies.

  “Well, well, well. Who caught that pretty little heart of yours there, Jane?” mocks Valerie.

  “None of your business, and honestly, matters close to the heart are not meant to be tossed to swine,” Jane retorts.

  Valerie notices the ring on Jane’s finger.

  “Holy shit. Is that what I think it is? Are you engaged?” Valerie’s eyes are wide open.

  “It took you long enough to notice,” replies Jane with a smirk on her face.

  “Some rich dude?” asks Valerie.

  “Well, you could say that,” smiles Jane. “I have to go now, Valerie. My ride is waiting for me,” she says, flipping back her hair.

  “Wow, Jane, I really underestimated you. You are damn sneaky,” Valerie attests.

  “People aren’t always as they seem, Valerie,” Jane says. “Have a nice life.”

  Jane walks down the hall with her bag over her shoulder, feeling very proud of herself. She goes to the limo and Robert opens the door. She looks up and sees Valerie peeking out the window at her. Jane waves at her and smiles, then crawls into the back.

  “Where are you heading next, Ms. Jane?” asks the driver.

  “Home, Robert. I’m going home,” Jane replies.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Chapter 63

  Each night over the coming days, Jane anticipates Brad coming home. She showers and sets up a table of chocolate and fruit, flutes of champagne, classical music, and rose petals all over the floor.

  Each night when eight o’clock rolls around and he’s still not home. Jane feels disheartened and worried, wondering if something got mixed up.

  One night, feeling completely frustrated, at 9:30, she lays on the bed and falls asleep. Two hours later, she feels someone kissing her belly and sucking on her tits. She wakes up afraid, but then sees Brad’s face.

  “Oh my God! Where were you? You scared me! I’m so happy to see you!” Jane says, all mumbling and confused.

  “Never mind. I’m here now,” says Brad, moving up to kiss her. He pulls her into his arms, carries her out of the room, and puts her on the hardwood table.

  “I love what you’re wearing,” says Brad, noticing her skimpy selection of a bowtie and a purple G-string. “You look mighty skanky in that, if I may say so,” he says.

  He spreads open her legs and puts her feet on the table. He pushes the G-string to the side and starts eating her out, licking, sucking, licking again, and then pushing his tongue inside of her.

  He reaches up for her tits and grabs them, pushing her pussy further into his face. Within five minutes, she is squirting everywhere, all over his face, the table, and on his chest. He sticks his cock in her to feel the tightness of her pussy and pushes deeper and deeper, thrusting into her. Within minutes, his come fills her up. He screams out loud and pulls her body up to his and hugs her, his cock still inside her, reveling in the tightness of their connection.

  He whispers in her ear, “You are the most beautiful woman, Jane. I love how you fit with me.”

  “I love how you fit with me, handsome,” replies Jane. “I want you to fuck me forever.”

  “Deal,” he says, kissing her deeply. He lifts her off the table and takes her over to the bedroom where they lay beside each other and fall asleep.

  The next morning, Jane wakes up to the phone ringing. It’s her mom.

  “Hi, Mom… Oh yes, I was just getting up. Brad came home last night. What, you want to speak with him? Here, I’ll pass the phone over,” Jane says, trying to wake Brad up.

  “It’s my Mom,” she whispers. “She wants to talk to you.”

  Brad wipes his eyes and is half-awake, half-asleep. “Right now?” he asks, a bit perplexed.

  “Yes, she wants to hear the voice of the man I’m marrying. I hope you understand.”

  He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed wearing only his tightie-whities. Jane sees the muscles sculpted on his back and the roundness on his shoulders. She feels so safe and protected with him, knowing he can take on the world.

  “Hello, Mrs. Bryden,” says Brad with a hoarse voice. “I’m sorry, I’m just waking up. Yes… uh huh... Yes, I would like to marry your daughter. She is very special to me. How long have we known each other…?”

  Jane waves her arms to try and get his attention.

  She raises eight fingers and mouths, eight months to him.

  He looks up and realizes what she’s saying, “Well, it’s been eight months, but it feels like forever. What do I do? Well, you could say I’m an investment broker. I do a lot of traveling as well… for business.”

  Jane’s mom gives him what seems like a thousand questions. Brad tries to answer them without disclosing too much of his identity.

  “Yes, I can’t wait to meet you, too. Thank you. It will be nice to have a sense of family again. Yes, both my parents died, and I was an only child. Thank you. Yes, I miss them a lot.”

  Brad starts tearing up, not realizing how alone he has been feeling in his life. The warmth in Jane’s mother’s voice helps him feel comforted again, as if he is already a part of her heart and family.

  When they hang up, he reaches over to Jane and pulls her closer to him. He starts bawling in her arms. She holds him and soothes him as he shares stories about how little compassion he has felt in his life, and how he has felt like an orphan since his parents died.

  Jane had no idea how much grief he carried inside him, and she feels so lucky he can open up to her. It is the greatest feeling in the world and something that makes her love him even more. She had no idea her love could help one of the richest and most powerful men in the world. She finally figures out how Brad really does need her and how she actually does have something to offer him.

  “Welcome to my family, Brad. I’m so glad my mom can be your mom, too. You don’t have to be alone ever again, I promise,” Jane soothes, “You are my one and only.”

  Brad looks up at her and sees the outline of her face, and marvels at how precious, sweet, and tender she looks. Her innocence glows through her. He can’t believe he met her and how loving she is. He reaches up to stroke her cheek and hair, tears still in his eyes.

  “I love you, Jane. I will always love you.”

  “I love you, too, Brad. You are the only man I want to be with.”

  She bends down toward him, his head laying in her lap, and she kisses his forehead, his nose, and then his lips. She cradles him back to sleep in her arms, and they spend the day together in bed.

  Chapter 64

  A few months later, Jane, her mom, and the bridal party are preparing for the wedding. It’s a gorgeous backyard wedding on the ranch where Brad and Jane will live. It’s an open field with lilac bushes all around them.

  Jane and her mom work on the table decorations, white with gold ribbon centerpieces, plus white and purple roses.

  “Oh Jane, I really am so happy you are getting married. I honestly didn’t think it would be this soon, or ever, for that matter. But this is better than I could have imagined.”

  “Really Mom? You never thought I’d get married? How come?” Jane asks curiously.

  “Well, you know, we never exposed you to boys, and you were so focused on your path as a ballerina. You also didn’t show much of an interest in them. I especially didn’t think you’d marry this young,” her mom responds.

  “Wow, I had no idea you thought that way, Mom. You and I really never talked about these things. It all just seemed off topic. Honestly, I had to figure all this out on my own, and the girls at school used to tease me because I hadn’t ever slept with anyone,” Jane says, recalling the hurt she experienced because of feeling so naïve and awkward.

  “Oh Jane. I’m so sorry. I really didn’t equip you for the world. You are so special, and I really thought boys would have distracted you,” her mom confided, trying to comfort her.

  “Well, you’re probably right. I wo
uldn’t be here today with Brad if I had been with anyone before. He was looking for a virgin, you know?”

  “Really? Interesting. I guess this all has a way of working out. You’re still a virgin, right?” her mom smiles, hoping it is true.

  “No comment, Mom,” Jane replies, turning her eyes away to look over at the next table to decorate.

  “Here, let’s keep working over here.”

  The sun starts to go down, and they only have a few more things left to put up. Brad is at the other side of the house with his buddies, and they have a huge spread laid out for a barbecue.

  Jane and her mom walk together slowly, wanting to get all their special moments in.

  “When did you realize you wanted to marry Dad?” Jane asks, surprised she never asked this before.

  “Oh well, that’s quite a story, I have to tell you. Where do I begin?” her mom considers. “Well, honestly, Jane, my mother thought it would be a good idea to meet him. His family was considered to be the envied family in the town. They had the latest farming technology and had the most money.

  “My mother would take me over to their farm all the time, from when I was a kid, right up to age 16. Finally, his mother forced him to ask me to the prom. He wanted to go with so many other girls, but his mom insisted he take me. So, he did… out of obligation.

  “He was nice enough, though he ignored me most of the night to be with his friends. Then, that summer, for some reason he wanted to ask me out on dates. I later found out that his mom had coerced him to do it, feeling sorry for me, but also because my mom was a new board member in the community.”

  As Jane’s mom is telling the story, Jane realizes her mom has never known love. She thought her mom and dad were pleasantly content with each other, but really, they never had feelings for each other. It was a marriage of convenience.

  “Wow, Mom, that’s so crazy. Did you date anyone else other than Dad?”

  “No, I really didn’t have a chance to. We just kept dating and then got married a year later. We took over his parent’s farm 10 years after that. It’s where we live now,” her mom sighs.

  “That’s so… oh Mom… that’s so sad,” Jane comments, reflecting on how her relationship with Brad is so different—the passion, the aliveness, the sex, the tenderness, and the deep desire.

  “Oh Mom, I’m so glad you didn’t pressure me to be with anyone, so that I could make the choice myself,” Jane acknowledges.

  “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, dear. I never wanted you to end up the way I did. I knew I was missing something,” she says, looking off into the distance, “but we wouldn’t have had you, now would we?”

  “Let’s go eat, Mom. We’ve worked hard for it.”

  “Yes, let’s,” says her mom, picking up the pace.

  Brad is chatting with his friends when he catches Jane’s eye.

  “Jane, come over here, sweetie. I want you to meet everyone.”

  Jane walks up beside him, and Brad wraps his arm around her.

  “Guys. This is the love of my life. No kidding. This woman has caught my heart in ways no one else ever could. She has brightened up my life and turned it upside down. Don’t underestimate what comes in small packages!

  “This is the woman I’m going to marry tomorrow, and I can’t wait to show her off to the world.” He leans over and kisses her in front of everyone.

  His friends cheer, hoot, and cat call. “Go get ‘er, buddy.”

  Jane looks over at her mom and dad, standing separately and not holding hands. Her mom has tears of joy in her eyes, seeing how much love is between her and Brad. Jane’s eyes well up, too, seeing how lucky she really is.

  Chapter 65

  At noon, Jane is in the room getting ready. Her mom is there helping her get dressed.

  “Here, Jane, don’t forget the bridal garter for your thigh,” says Barb, one of Brad’s closest friends. “It’s a good luck symbol to make sure he never strays on you,” she says, opening the small box.

  “I’ve never heard that tradition before, Barb,” Jane says, pulling the small garment out. “Besides, I know he would never cheat on me. That’s not his style.”

  “Never say never. We can all use safety measures,” Barb says. “Even though you are the cutest ballerina out there, we want to make sure he only has eyes for you.”

  “Oh, give me that!” Jane says, pulling it up her thigh. “There, does that make you feel better, Miss Cynical? I do hope one day you find true love, and you realize that not all men are pigs.”

  Jane’s mom gets her to suck in as she does up the back of her dress. It is made of fine satin, a white dress with a corset for a bodice. The train is about 12 feet long with delicate pink flowers on it.

  They put the veil on her head—a long one, reaching down her back. They fuss over her some more and primp her up before turning her to look in the mirror. Jane looks to see herself.

  “Oh my gosh! Wow! I can’t believe how much you guys made me look like a princess. I can’t even recognize myself.”

  “It’s because you are a princess, my dear,” whispers her mom. “It’s time you go out there to claim your prince.”

  Jane starts welling up.

  “No, you don’t, dear. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

  Jane can hear the crowd gathering downstairs. The wedding will start in five minutes.

  “Oh, Mom. Is this the right thing to do?”

  “First of all, Jane, this isn’t the time to ask that. Secondly, yes, this really is. You are in love with each other. That’s all that matters.”

  They turn around with the bridal party in front of them. Jane’s mom leaves to go to her seat downstairs.

  The live harp music starts playing in the background as the bridesmaids lead the way down the winding staircase. Jane walks behind, feeling jittery and nervous. She takes each careful step down, lifting her gown so she doesn’t trip over it. She sees her dad at the foot of the stairs, looking up at her in tears.

  When she meets him there, he reaches out his arm for her to take it. He leans over and whispers to her, “You look absolutely stunning. I’m so proud of you, Jane. I couldn’t have imagined a better life for you.”

  Her dad has never said such kind words before. He was usually the quiet one at home, leaving her mom to do all the talking.

  “Oh Dad, thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me,” Jane says. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too, Janey,” he says.

  They walk down the aisle, through the crowd of 500 people, mostly Brad’s friends. People are taking pictures and videos. She hears gasps in the crowd at how beautiful she looks.

  Even though Jane has danced in front of audiences full of strangers, today feels so different. She’s more self-conscious, feeling like she is transforming into a woman she has yet to know.

  She sees Brad up ahead, dressed in a white tuxedo with a purple tie and cummerbund. He looks so dignified, handsome, and unbelievably sexy. He takes a breath in when he sees her. It brings out his gorgeous, green eyes.

  Jane wishes she could just run up the aisle to be with him, hugging and kissing him right there. Instead, she patiently takes each step forward.

  She makes it to the front and holds Brad’s strong hand, warm and tender. He leans over and whispers in her ear, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and you’re making me the luckiest man alive.”

  Jane blushes, as if they are meeting for the first time.

  The minister conducts the service, and gets to the place of offering the rings to each other.

  “Will you, Brad, take Jane to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, ‘til death do you part?”

  “Indeed, I do.” Brad smiles, putting the one-carat diamond on her ring finger.

  “And do you, Jane, take Brad to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, ‘til death do you part?”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” replies Jane, putting the pure gold band on Brad’s fi
nger.

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

  Brad lifts her veil and leans in to kiss her. He holds her close to him and gives her the deepest, longest kiss it seems they’ve ever shared. The crowd cheers and stands up clapping and whistling.

  The happy couple runs down the aisle, everyone throwing lilac flower petals at them, and following them out to the reception area outside. They all start the festivities while Brad and Jane slip away to the back guest room.

  “Give me a quick peek of what’s under there,” Brad says, pulling her dress up. He lays her down on the bed and pulls her panties down.

  “Jane Halliwell, let’s do something really naughty before our honeymoon, okay?”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she repeats.

  “Can I fuck you right here and now?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Brad unzips his pants and rubs his cock around her pussy, getting her wet and turned on. He pushes himself inside of her, fucking her deep, fast, and hard. He bangs her while she thrusts her cunt against him, both grinding against each other.

  They come at the same time… together. He holds himself inside her while she squeezes him with her muscles. Jane lays back, her whole body surrendering completely.

  “Oh Brad, never stop fucking me,” Jane says.

  “Never,” Brad promises.

  They get cleaned up, change into their reception clothes, and head to the party.

  Chapter 66

  The next morning, Jane and Brad lay in their bed with champagne colored satin sheets, surrounded by flowers and fine wines. There is hardly any room for all the gifts everyone gave them.

  Brad turns over and sees Jane lying on her belly. He eyes the outline of her back and ass, her smooth skin, and her hair resting delicately over the pillow. He gets a hard-on just looking at her. Leaning over, he kisses her spine from the base of her back up to her neck.

  Good morning, Mrs. Halliwell,” he whispers into her ear. “You are the most beautiful creature alive.”

  Jane moans and rolls onto her side, letting Brad spoon her from behind. He puts his arms around her belly and moves up to her tits, holding them in his hands. His cock gets harder and he presses himself between her ass cheeks, the tip of his cock right on her anus.