by J. S. Scott
She climaxed just like that, her mouth fused to Jason’s. His cock pounded into her as she pulsated around him and made him find his own release.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he let his body rest on top of her, as though he didn’t want to separate them. Hope could feel his heart hammer against her breasts, and they both tried to catch their breath as they lay there stunned and sated.
“Shit. I’m too heavy for you,” Jason said, disgruntled. He rolled to her side and pulled her gently on top of him. “Is your ankle okay?”
Hope couldn’t even feel her ankle. Her body was so sated, her mind so at peace that she’d never feel a tiny pain in her leg. “It’s fine.” She panted and stroked her palm over the rough stubble on his cheek.
She felt overwhelmed, her emotions running high. Tears poured down her face as she choked out, “I love you so much.”
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Jason was immediately sobered. He placed his hands on both sides of her head so he could look at her.
“I’m happy,” she sobbed. “I’m so damn happy. I never knew it could be like this.” She’d only ever known sex as a violent act until Jason. “You’re amazing.”
He swiped at her tears gently and placed her head on his chest. “It should always be like this. I hate what you went through, Hope,” he told her roughly, intensely, his voice full of pain.
Lifting her head, she looked at him tenderly. “Don’t. Don’t think about the past. Think about how happy we are now. I’m glad I survived or I’d never have this. I wouldn’t have you.”
“I wish you had me and you’d never had to go through that,” he answered in a graveled, emotional tone.
Hope knew it was going to take awhile for Jason to not think about the incident every single day, but hopefully he’d eventually think about it less and less. “It’s in the past now. Thanks to you, I’m a different woman than I was a few weeks ago.”
“You’ve always been the same woman, Hope. And you’ve always been mine.” His arms tightened around her, and she felt his big body shudder.
Eventually, Hope was optimistic that Jason would get over what had happened to her. Every day, it got better, the experience leaving her mind almost completely as it was replaced with memories of Jason. As time went by, she’d remind him every day how happy he made her, how much she loved him, and that horrible experience would fade away. It would have to. No one could experience this much joy without it eventually pushing away bad memories.
“You’re right. I’ve always been yours.” Her heart swelled with love as she ran the back of her hand down his cheek and then buried her hand in his coarse, beautiful fuck-me hair.
Truthfully, Jason had had her heart for as long as she could remember, first as her boy hero, and then as a man. She’d never been a big believer in destiny or fate, but it felt to her as if she was meant to belong with Jason since she was a child. She’d just needed to grow up.
“I’m glad I’m all grown up now,” she said with a happy sigh.
“Thank Christ,” Jason echoed. “I was getting tired of waiting.”
“You could have married another woman,” she teased.
“There is no other woman for me,” he growled, but he tangled his fingers in her hair gently.
They didn’t move for a very long time. They lay there just celebrating the joy of being together, and looking forward to their future. They murmured about their love, and healed old wounds that had kept them apart.
When they finally left Rocky Springs the next day, Hope did kiss Tate on the cheek and thanked him for everything he’d done for her. He might be cocksure and arrogant sometimes, but the man had a heart of gold lying beneath his alpha exterior.
“I hope Tate finds a good woman someday,” Hope said wistfully as they made their way to Jason’s private jet to fly back to New York.
“Oh, me too, sweetheart. And I hope she puts him through hell before she puts him out of misery. Arrogant bastard,” he grumbled.
Hope smiled as she walked beside Jason, her hand entwined with his as they made their way to the aircraft. “That’s a terrible thing to say.” She slugged him in the bicep playfully. She knew Jason actually liked Tate, probably respected him, but he hadn’t been happy when she’d hugged the handsome blond man goodbye and pecked him on the cheek.
“It’s not terrible. I’m actually waiting for it to happen,” he said innocently, shooting her a slick glance.
“You’re waiting to torture him,” she chastised.
Hope smiled as Jason laughed evilly. She couldn’t help herself. Being raised with four brothers who tormented each other constantly, she knew they still cared about each other, and Jason was far from coldhearted. Tate might be a pain in Jason’s ass, but he liked him.
“Maybe a little,” Jason admitted as he helped her up the stairs of the plane. “I was fine until you kissed him,” he accused.
Hope just gave him a seductive smile. “He just got a friendly peck on the cheek. You get a hell of a lot more.”
“Show me,” Jason said huskily as he followed her onto the plane.
“Count on it,” she replied in the fuck-me voice that she knew he couldn’t refuse.
“Soon,” Jason growled.
Hope just laughed, and proceeded to show him a lot of things as soon as the plane had leveled off and they were on their way to New York. It was a flight that passed…very pleasurably.
Two Weeks Later
Jason watched Hope as she sat at the bow of the yacht. Yeah, he now called Sutherland’s Hope a yacht. His wife wasn’t worthy of anything less. She looked beautiful enough and happy enough to take his breath away. He doubted he’d ever look at her and not feel the exact same way. She’d become his entire life, a life that had made him so happy that it was almost terrifying.
She’d come on board the yacht full of excitement and enthusiasm, anxious to be out on the water. Looking at her, he could tell she would become as addicted to being on the ocean as he was. She was already involved in shooting pictures of just about anything and everything she saw.
Her hair was loose and blowing wildly in the breeze, making her look untamed and sexy as hell.
“Having fun?” He took a seat beside her.
“This is incredible. Thank you for bringing me out,” she answered enthusiastically.
Like he’d do anything else? He couldn’t be away from her for a day without missing her so much it hurt.
They’d spent most of yesterday visiting with his mom, and she’d been ecstatic about Hope joining the family. His mother had always adored all of the Sinclairs, but she’d had a soft spot for the little girl who really had no mother to guide her, and a useless, abusive father. She’d welcomed Hope like family, and Jason had seen Hope glow from being treated like an adored daughter.
“I’m glad you like it,” he told her simply as he dropped a kiss on her forehead.
“I love it. I’ve already gotten some beautiful shots.”
Jason grinned. He hoped to turn her mind to a different view as they headed out to sea. “I haven’t shown you the comfortable cabins yet.”
She smirked at him. “Is that all you ever think about?”
“When I’m around you? Yep. Pretty much.” Jason wasn’t going to deny he wanted to get her into a bed. Any bed. All he had to do was look at her, think about her, and he was rock-hard.
What a fool he’d been to think he’d ever fuck Hope out of his system. Instead of getting easier, it was actually harder to keep his hands off her as they grew closer and closer.
He still had more business to finish up in New York, but later in the year, they hoped to move permanently to Amesport. They might hit Aspen occasionally to ski, and he’d still have to be in New York sometimes, but they’d have a permanent home, and Hope would be somewhere she enjoyed. Not once did she complain about New York. She was the type of woman who found good in everything, and she spent time exploring the sights and took as many pictures as possible. But he suspected that she’d be a hel
l of a lot happier in Amesport, and if he was honest, so would he. It would be nice to have Grady and Emily right down the street.
“Think Grady has cooled down enough for me to show my face in Maine by now?” he asked casually.
“He’s over how we started completely. You’ve talked to him. He’s anxious to have us live there.” She swiped her windblown hair back from her face.
Much to Jason’s relief, her brothers had gotten over what he’d done. Probably because they spoke to Hope often, and they knew she was happy.
“I’m glad,” he admitted. “Grady and I have been friends for a long time.”
“You’re still friends,” she told him adamantly as she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his head down for a steamy kiss.
Jason groaned. He needed to show her the cabins soon. As their mouths separated, he said persuasively, “Come below.”
“But it’s beautiful up here,” she protested mildly and threw him a wicked smile.
“Something will be beautiful down below, too.”
“Won’t the crew think it’s odd that we’ve already disappeared below deck?”
“They work for me,” he replied cockily.
“I guess I could use a nap. Somebody kept me up late last night,” she admonished him playfully.
He picked her up, and headed toward the stairs. “Sweetheart, I think you’ll still be tired.”
“Then maybe we shouldn’t,” she pondered teasingly. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
“We should,” he insisted as he took her down the stairs. She was so damn beautiful, there was no way he was letting her nap until later. Much later.
“I love you,” she murmured into his ear.
Holy shit. He moved faster, letting Hope open the door as they arrived at the cabin. “I love you, baby.”
“So what do you think?” he asked nervously.
“Beautiful,” Hope answered reverently. “I can’t believe you’ve never screwed a woman on this yacht. You’ve had it for a few years.”
“I couldn’t. This was my hope—or my Hope, actually. It wasn’t going to happen.”
“A real virgin yacht, huh?”
“Pure as the driven snow, if you don’t count the times I got off to fantasies about you being with me.” He’d had many of those.
“Let’s make your dreams come true,” she told him quietly, seriously.
“Baby, they already have.”
He kissed her, and she proceeded to bring his every fantasy to life, and she succeeded, making reality far better than fantasy.
He’d waited a lifetime for Hope, and every moment with her was better than the last.
Jason had decided that sometimes, miraculous things really were worth the wait.
~ The End ~
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Books by J. S. Scott:
The Billionaire’s Obsession Series:
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Heart Of The Billionaire
The Billionaire’s Salvation
The Billionaire’s Game
Billionaire Undone
Billionaire Unmasked
The Vampire Coalition Series:
The Vampire Coalition: The Complete Collection
Ethan’s Mate
Rory’s Mate
Nathan’s Mate
Liam’s Mate
Daric’s Mate
The Sentinel Demons:
A Dangerous Bargain
A Dangerous Hunger
The Curve Collection: Big Girls And Bad Boys
The Changeling Encounters Collection
