“Jillian Hargrove,” I asked, and I opened the box to reveal a golden ring with a perfect diamond shining brilliantly in the winter sun set in it. “Will you marry me?”
She gasped, and she nearly collapsed onto me before I caught the sobbing mess that she became the next moment, grinning so wide it hurt.
Behind us, I heard an applause, and I turned to see the yacht staff spying on us, all of them clapping and cheering, and I gave them a wink as I helped Jillian to her feet. She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her up into me.
It was a feeling I’d be able to savor for the rest of my life.
And it just got sweeter every day.
Minutes later, we fell into my bed, shirts already off, hands on each other’s faces as I grinded my thick bulge against her pussy through her panties.
My fiancée was Jillian Hargrove.
That filled me with such an unstoppable energy that I could have taken on an army on my own.
I was going to make her Jillian Kincaid, and I wanted the entire world to know.
We devoured each other’s faces, her lips probably as sore as mine as we bit and sucked each other, hands practically clawing each other’s backs. The feeling of her nails raking down my rippling muscles just made me all the more eager for her.
Without letting my face leave hers, I reached down to her panties and ripped them open. She wouldn’t need them while she was with me. Not now, not ever.
I did the same with my underwear, not bothering to stop long enough to take them off like a reasonable human being. I was not that, not right then.
Her bra went next, and I tossed it to the other side of the bed. All I could focus on was my gorgeous, wonderful, unbelievable fiancée and her body.
I took her hair in my fingers and held it tight, pushing myself up and holding her head back so I could attack her neck. I didn’t even wait to position her. I didn’t have the patience.
I used my free hand to haul her leg over my hip, and I thrust my cock deep inside her. She groaned in pleasure, and with my teeth biting at her neck, wanting to devour as much as her flesh as I could, my cock started thrusting in and out of her like a piston.
My head was spinning, and I was letting my body’s desires give way to rut like an animal.
Jillian, my Jillian, who’d watched me from a distance for years, had just agreed to marry me. The thought of making her my wife made my cock swell larger and firmer than I’d ever felt before. Even though my body was so used to sex, so powerful and primed for this, it felt like a totally new experience as I bucked my hips up into her.
There was no finesse from either of us. My hands ran over her shoulders, her back, her hips, her breasts, whatever I could get a hold of, I felt her ass and grabbed it, using my hands to hold her in place as I sent my cock deep into her pussy, its ribbed girth feeling every inch of slick space, grinding against any surface it could find.
Her hands felt my strong jaw, the stubble on my face, the muscles that ran from my shoulders to my pecs to my abs, and she clawed me desperately. No matter how much I pounded into her, she wanted more, and the thought of having a lifetime to give it to her made my heart beat like a drum and my balls tighten.
I moved in and out of her, using her body like it was made for me. And we were made for each other, even if it took us so fucking long to realize it.
I was going to make up for that every single day, every morning, every night.
It didn’t take long for me to feel her pussy tightening around me, her whole body starting to get tighter. A long moan started to come from her, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds. I utterly let myself go, bucking like a wild animal. Short, low grunts came from my chest with every thrust as I felt her clenching pussy drive me over the edge of bliss just as she reached the peak of hers.
Our groans of release mixed in the room at the same time that we released together, and every pulse shook our bodies together with an orgasm so strong that I lost control of my body for the first time I could remember. I was in shock, paralyzed with her as we melted into each other, a slick, sweet mess of bliss.
When it was finally over, we let out long breaths, and I rolled over to let her rest on top of me, my twitching cock still inside her.
“That,” I said in a low, husky tone when I finally managed to speak. “Is what I’m going to do to you every day, from now and forever. Together.”
“Together,” she said, enjoying the sound of the word on her lips.
I smiled up at her, and for the first time in my life, I really understood what love felt like.
Epilogue
JILLIAN
“Where’s my veil?” I shouted, spinning in a wild, frantic circle.
I was standing in the back room of a very fancy event hall, surrounded by aunts and cousins and my best friend, Anna Kate. One of my cousins rushed out of the room to go searching for my veil, and Anna Kate hurried to my side. She grabbed my arm and began patting it reassuringly.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, shushing me. “We’ll find it.”
I turned to her, my heart racing. “What if we don’t? What if it’s gone forever?”
Anna Kate smiled and kissed me on the cheek, then quickly wiped the lipstick mark off with her finger. “Calm down. Seriously, it’s fine. Just a veil.”
I shook my head vigorously. “No, you don’t get it, Anna kate. That’s not just any veil, that was my mother’s veil. And it was her mother’s wedding veil before that. It’s been passed down in my family.”
“For generations and generations,” she filled in. “Yeah, sweetie, I know. But you have to take a deep breath. You’re going to give yourself an aneurysm. For someone who’s used to dealing with a lot of stress from work, you sure are keyed up.”
“It’s my damn wedding day,” I shot back, laughing. “How could I not be terrified?”
“Jillian. Don’t do this.”
“No,” I argued. “A million little things could go wrong at any moment. The music could be wrong. The guests could start arguing. Someone could drop the cake. The priest could forget his sermon,” I rambled, making myself crazy overthinking everything.
I knew I was being ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it. This was the most important day of my life thus far, and I was desperate to have it go off without a hitch. Well, except for the part where I get hitched.
“Yeah, but think about who you’re marrying,” Anna said, pushing the hair back out of my face and smiling. “Think about your fiancé. Think about Bruin.”
“I am thinking about him,” I replied. “And I want everything to go smoothly for him.”
“Oh, hon. He doesn’t care how the wedding goes. He only cares about you and your happiness. You know that. You don’t have to work to impress him. He’s not one of your snooty clients, babe. He’s going to be your husband. He loves you, no matter what,” she reassured me. I nodded slowly, finally actually listening to her words.
“You’re right,” I relented. “I know you’re right. Bruin couldn’t care less how the wedding goes. And nothing stresses him out. He’s always cool. Always.”
“Which is another reason why you’ll balance each other out so well,” she remarked.
I smiled. “I know. That’s true.”
“Come on now, let me fix your mascara. You have got to stop getting all teary-eyed. This mascara is supposed to be waterproof but it’s not, apparently.”
“Anna Kate. It’s not just about walking down the aisle, but I’m also pregnant. Everything makes me cry right about now. I can’t help it.” I laughed, shrugging. “My hormones are going totally bananas. Especially today.”
“I know. I know.”
“You look pretty, Jillian,” declared a small, babyish voice to my left.
I looked down to see little Emma smiling up at me. I bent down and scooped her up into my arms, giving her a kiss on the nose. She giggled.
“You look pretty, too,” I told her. “Are y
ou ready to be a flower girl?”
She nodded, bouncing up and down in my arms excitedly. “Yeah, yeah! Flower girl! I’m going to be a flower girl!”
Anna Kate reached over and tickled her stomach, making her erupt into high-pitched giggles. “You remember how I taught you to do it? How to toss the flowers on the ground and make it look nice?” Anna asked her. She grinned.
“Yes. I practiced at home,” she announced. “Daddy let me throw flowers in the living room all day.”
“Wow, I bet that was really fun to clean up,” Anna snorted.
I chuckled. “Oh boy. It was awfully fun.”
“When do I get cake?” asked Emma, always full of the most important questions.
“After the ceremony, sweetheart,” I told her.
“How long is the ceremony?” she asked suspiciously. I hugged her tightly.
“Not too long. I’m hungry, too,” I admitted honestly.
Emma poked at my stomach. “Is the baby hungry for cake?” she asked. Anna and I both burst out laughing and I nodded.
“Oh yes. The baby wants some cake, for sure,” I giggled.
“Let’s have cake now,” Emma suggested, putting her fists up in the air.
“No, no. Not yet. Soon, but not yet. You remember what we talked about?” I asked.
She sighed. “Yes. I have to be patient.”
“Good girl,” I said, kissing her on the chubby cheek. “Okay. I’m going to let Aunt Anna Kate fix my makeup, all right? Be good and get ready to be a flower girl.”
I set her down and Anna Kate got to work dabbing at my eyes. When she was done, we had to hunt down my lipstick for a touch-up, and then I realized I was still missing something.
“And where the hell is my damn veil?” I asked again loudly.
“Right here. One vintage wedding veil, coming through,” bellowed a deep male voice.
I turned around to see my big brother rushing through the crowd of women, holding my veil up in the air. I grinned and ran to him.
“Oh, thank you. You’re a lifesaver.”
He put the veil on my head and beamed at me, joy in his eyes.
“Aww. Sis, you look gorgeous. Bruin is going to flip when he sees you,” he said.
“Oh, stop. I’m pregnant. I look like a white balloon. Or a snowball,” I giggled.
“Nah. You look radiant. The baby’s giving you a nice glow. I promise,” he said.
“Is everyone ready out there?” I asked, more seriously this time. Jeff nodded and leaned forward to kiss the top of my head through the veil.
“Yep. Everyone is seated and waiting for the ceremony to begin,” he told me.
“How does it look? How are the flowers?” I asked, biting my lip. I was dying to see the final plan.
“Beautiful. The lilies arrived just in time and the head florist showed with them to arrange them and oversee it all herself,” he said. “The band is playing soft music, everyone is quiet but whispering to each other. Aunt Nancy hasn’t tried to throttle Uncle Mark yet, so all is well on that front,” he added, laughing.
“Ugh, our family better keep their shit together at least for one day,” I said, rolling my eyes. Then I turned to my cousins, my Aunt Brenda, and Anna Kate, who was my maid of honor.
“Are you all ready?” I asked.
They nodded, grinning happily. Aunt Brenda was already crying, which was to be expected. Just then, I heard the sound of the bridal march starting up outside. I let out a squeal of nerves and excitement.
“Okay, everyone. Places,” announced Jeff. Everyone rushed out of the room to start walking, and Jeff took my arm. He looked down at me happily. “You ready, sis?”
I nodded, desperately trying to keep my emotions in check. “Let’s go.”
Jeff walked me down the aisle, and of course, as soon as I saw the love-struck look on Bruin’s face, I burst into tears. Oh well. It was to be expected. After all, I was marrying the love of my life.
Two days later, we were adrift on the Pacific. Mirabella had been sold to my brother, and in her place, Bruin had bought an even bigger, more impressive yacht. I had told him that it was too much, that with Emma and the new baby we didn’t need something so big and luxurious. We were going to be so busy. When would we get the chance to go sailing? But Bruin was stubborn, and he bought the boat just the same. We named it Cassandra Hope, after my mother. I wished that she could have been there on my wedding day, to see me marry the man of my dreams. But I had a feeling that wherever she was, she was watching me. Happy. Proud. Smiling down at us and the little family we were building together.
“I’m so torn,” I said, looking over at Bruin. We were lying on the top deck together, snuggled up close under the stars.
“About what?” he asked.
“On the one hand, I miss Emma and I wish she was here with us. But on the other hand, I’m going to enjoy having a whole week to ourselves here,” I told him. He smiled and kissed me.
“I know what you mean. But I can’t wait to have you all to myself. It’ll be just like that first week we spent together at sea. You remember?” he said slyly. I blushed.
“How could I ever forget?” I said, grinning. “That was only the hottest week of my entire life. No big deal. Sorry this time around I’m all big and pregnant.”
“Sorry?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, don’t be sorry. You’ve never been sexier to me. That baby is proof of our love. Our passion.”
“If you say so,” I said, laughing and patting my stomach. He leaned over and kissed me harder, his hands roving down my body, caressing my swollen breasts.
“Oh. I definitely say so,” he growled. “And don’t worry, we have forever to spend together. We’ll take Emma with us on the next sailing trip. But for now? I’m going to make the most of this honeymoon.”
“I love you,” I said, tracing his powerful jaw with my finger.
He kissed me. “I love you, too, Jillian. More than anything in this world.”
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One
Crawford
It was seventeen to thirteen and we had the ball. Bottom of the fourth quarter, with less than a minute left on the clock and zero time outs remaining.
That was my moment. The moment I lived for. The moment I always played for.
Coach called for a screenplay and we lined left. The fat fucker across from me lifted his head and pointed directly at me. Mistake. I knew he was coming for me.
I glanced at Aaron on my right and then Joe on my left. They both nodded, letting me know they had my back. No one would get through them.
“Down set. Hut one. Hut two. Hike,” I called.
I caught the ball as the center spiked it backward between his legs. I took a step back and tapped the ball, searching the field for an open player. I scanned from one side to the other.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
No one was open.
Some people panic in moments like that, but not me.
The adrenaline pumped through my veins and I saw the field with perfect clarity. Every one of my teammates was covered. Two guys barreled down on me fast from the
right as my head jerked the opposite way. That was when my focus was the sharpest. When I could see what no one else could. The tiniest opening just to my left ahead about three yards.
I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t afford to second-guess my gut. Ever.
My feet kicked into gear, racing against time, against the defense, and against the clock. I squeezed through the sliver of space and then swerved to the right, avoiding the arms of a grizzly linebacker. I could see the end zone ahead. The goal post beckoning me like a lover’s arms.
Ten yards to go.
Five.
Two.
I crossed the line of white chalk, hurling my body forward. The stadium erupted in screams and cheers. I was pretty damn sure they were chanting my name after that touchdown.
The team rushed the field and somewhere, one of the guys poured a jug of Gatorade over the coach’s head in fun. I was clapped on the shoulder and smacked on the ass so many times I lost count as we made our way to the locker room.
We were one game closer to playoffs.
“Hell of a game, Crawford. Hell of a game.”
I nodded at Coach as he veered off toward the administrative offices. I ducked into the locker room, knowing it would be a fucking circus inside.
This was where the real party began.
It was already out of control. Beer cans cracked open. The music blasted.
I was in fucking heaven.
“You going out with us?” Joe asked, slapping a towel toward me.
“Yeah, Crawford. You going?”
I faced my two linemen. It was a stupid question. I cracked a smile and they both laughed.
“I’ve got press, then I’ll meet you out.” The shower was calling my name.
“You fucking know it.” They bumped fists and I had a feeling tonight was going to be epic.
The hot spray of the shower slid against my tired muscles. My high from the game faded and in its place was an aching and soreness that could only be replaced by the thought of the after party.
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