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Jacob’s cock throbs with need moments before he puts me on my back with him on top, pumping punishingly fast, long, and deep and until he releases inside me, slowly thrusting until he’s completely done.
Catching his breath, he rests on his elbows, kissing me tenderly while we both come down from our high.
“Better than any fantasy,” he says, smiling against my lips.
I brush the hair from his face. “Who would have thought this would happen?”
“Not me. But I’m not about to turn away fate.”
Jacob kisses my forehead before stirring inside me once more.
“I love you, Rosie Reign.”
“I’ve always loved you, Jacob Lynch.” Hearing those words, Jacob’s cock swells, hard and ready for round two. “I think I just found a sport you’ll like.”
Jacob chuckles and grins wickedly. “I don’t like it. I fucking love it,” he says, driving deeper until I cry with both shock and pleasure.
Oh… fuck… me!
~
It wasn’t the beautiful glow of sunrise that woke me. It wasn’t even the feeling of complete and utter contentment. Nor was it my body sighing in satisfaction. No, it’s the strong arm draped over holding me in place, one hand cupping a breast, and a hard cock pressing into me from behind. I smile, elated. Ready for round five. But instead of instigating more of what we’ve only just finished, I take a moment to soak it all in. To appreciate all we had to get through to find our way back to each other. To appreciate, that this time, Jacob isn’t going anywhere.
~
“You two finally come up for air?” Pete jokes, smiling as we enter the casual dining room at breakfast. Well, brunch at least. The group giggles, eyes wide as they watch us hand in hand, a stark comparison to how they’ve witnessed our somewhat turbulent interactions over the last few weeks.
I blush under their watchful gazes but can’t help but notice how everyone else seems to have gotten closer over the same amount of time. Amber claps excitedly while sitting on Max’s lap. Max grins with a mouthful of bacon, his hand somewhere up Amber’s skirt. Katy sits cross-legged on her chair, leaning back on Peter’s shoulder, and Jase and Vicki are practically feeding each other.
“Yes,” Max yells like college boy at a frat party. “There’s still a chance for a wedding party orgy.”
There’s a mix of giggles and groans. Jase, on behalf of the rest of us, punches Max’s arm.
Jacob pulls out a chair for me and kisses the top of my head when I sit. Vicki catches my gaze and winks, her dream of seeing Jacob and me together having come true. Over brunch we listen to the groups varying accounts of their partying exploits from the night before, and despite some subtle and hopeful questioning from the table, we manage to keep our night’s festivities private.
The rest of the day is spent according to the itinerary with Jacob and I adding some impromptu private time in between. In the middle of clay shooting, we ducked backed to the house where Jacob kicked the door to my room closed and fucked me hard over the desk chair. Then there’s the time in between croquet when we wandered into the gardens and among the hydrangeas, Jacob ducked under my skirt to perform my newest favorited act, ravaging me with his mouth until I’m weak and senseless.
We simply could not keep our hands off each other and even with my lady bits tender and exhausted, I still wanted to go another ten rounds with him.
By the time dinner came to an end and everyone broke off into their quiet groups, Jacob followed me back to my bedroom, and for the rest of night he made slow, passionate love to me.
Still hard inside me after just coming, he continues to hold my hands pinned above my head, gently thrusting because the man is addicted to the sound of my moans. He grazes my swollen lips, his finger drawing an X on my palm.
“I want you with me, Rosie. When all this wedding stuff is over, I want you with me, building the life we always dreamed about.”
I slowly draw my O, never wanting this moment to end. I smile, thinking back to how Jacob graffitied the inside of my locker door ‘Jacob loves Rosie forever.’
24
NOW
He looks as handsome as he did on prom night. A tailored tux accentuating his broad shoulders and confidence. Jacob’s eyes soften when he sees me approach, my dress trailing behind.
“You look incredible,” he says, snaking a hand around my hips and kissing my cheek, cautious not to mess my makeup. I shiver at his touch, a sensation I never want to lose.
“So do you!”
I can’t wipe the smile from my face, drinking every inch of him in, the parts I can see and the those I’ve etched in my memory.
“Ah-hmmm,” Vicki quietly clears her throat, waiting in position to walk down the aisle that stretches from the French doors, across the patio, down the grand stone steps, and over the manicured lawn. “I mean, what am I? Chopped liver?” She giggles, weirdly calm considering she’s about to say her vows.
Grinning widely, Jacob steps forward, kissing her cheek. “You look like a princess, Vic. Jase is a very lucky man to have you.”
At the mention of her soon-to-be husband’s name, she gently shakes her head, biting her bottom lip while suddenly struggling with emotion. “We wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you, Jacob. And the fact that you and him are both here, alive and healthy—”
“Hey,” I coo. “Don’t cry, not now.” Taking her free hand in mine, she squeezes it while taking deep breaths.
“Vicki, we’re all meant to be here. Jase was meant to survive so you two can get married. And without this marriage, Rosie and I may never have reconnected.”
She nods in understanding. We all comprehend the power of fate and how it’s drawn us all together.
“I love you guys,” she blurts, holding out her arms. The three of us hug and giggle before fixing our outfits, carefully wiping tears, and straightening tiaras.
It’s a glorious day with the sun hanging in the sky like a diamond, a cool gentle breeze to curb the heat. The decorators were in early setting up white chairs on the lawn and sculpting the breathtaking archway of white lilies. Lanterns surrounded by more flowers sit at the end of every row, white rose petals sprinkled over the red carpet.
I see Jase, but he can’t see us. He’s just like his future wife, calm but eager to be with his lady. Down on the green opposite all the guests, the orchestra starts the procession music. Sandra, the wedding co-ordinator, springs out of nowhere, having spent most of the morning with the decorators, and with an eagle-eye, checks over Katy and Peter who are first to walk out. She repeats the process for Amber and Max before stilling in front of Jacob and me, her judgy eyes flicking between us.
“I’m not going to have a problem with you two, am I?” she asks, referring to the tense rehearsal.
Jacob and I look at each other, our smiles enough to prove our happiness.
“No,” he says, allowing me to thread my arm through his. “We couldn’t be more perfect.”
Epilogue
ONE MONTH LATER
“Let me take that from you, dear,” Nancy says, taking my teacup.
“Thank you.” I watch as she walks by her husband, George, and he pats her on the backside. Even after forty years of marriage, they still flirt. Jacob and I are at the Anderson’s after we spotted their privately listed house on a drive through the country. It hadn’t been intentional. In fact, it was because of me not being able to read maps that got us off the beaten track, and when we saw the majestic house from the road with the ‘For Sale’ sign, we just had to stop.
A huge white timber home with church ceilings sitting on fifteen acres of rolling green hills with a steadily flowing creek at the bottom, it had won us over the moment we saw it. George and Nancy welcomed us with open arms, despite only having just met. We learned that although they love living here, having raised their three kids until they all left home, Nancy and George can no longer manage the upkeep, especially with George’s arthritis. They’re looking at buying a condo and moving to
the city where George can receive the care he needs. With tea done and dusted, she hands us both a glass of wine and joins us as we sit watching the sun setting over the mountains.
“Do you have any children, dear?” Nancy asks.
I shake my head. “Not yet. Maybe one day if it’s meant to be.”
Truth is, I’d love to have a little Jacob and Rosie running around. In fact, I can even picture them playing on these rolling green hills, and with bi-yearly surgeries for my endometriosis, my gynecologist is taking care of my ovaries to the point where he feels hopeful I should be able to conceive when the time is right.
Jacob squeezes my hand, having made it clear he would love children, but if it resulted that I couldn’t fall pregnant, he would be as content with the two of us. I look to Jacob who’s just as captivated with this place as I am, if not more. This was always his dream. The escape he needed to get “far, far away.” At least this time it’s not to Afghanistan. He turns to me, the corners of his lips twitching as he eyes my cleavage before turning back to the view.
Insatiable.
When I spin back to the other gorgeous view, I see movement coming over the crest of the hill closest to us. Two figures running together toward us. “What’s that?” I ask pointing.
“Oh, look…” Nancy beams. “Just in time.”
We all watch in silence as a large, white shaggy dog with brown feet and snout, and a tortoiseshell colored cat approach, then sit next to each other like good little students, their large eyes watching us curiously.
“Oh, hello,” I greet because the dog actually looks like he’s smiling. “Aren’t you two adorable sitting like that. What are your names?”
“Well…” George starts. “That there is Rocket and Hattie Mae.”
“Hello, Rocket.” He wags his tail, delighted with the introductions. “Hello, Hattie Mae.” The pretty cat purrs, and I take that as good sigh.
“They, ah… they come with the house,” George adds solemnly, saddened he even has to speak those words. “We can’t take them with us. Damn building manager has a long stick shoved up his—”
“George!” Nancy reprimands.
“Well, you know what I mean,” he grumbles with obvious disdain for the building manager.
My heart goes out to them. “You can’t give them to family?”
Nancy sighs and George shakes his head. “They either want one or the other, and these two come as a packaged deal. No Rocket and Hattie Mae, no house.”
“I’m sorry,” Jacob offers knowing how difficult this whole move is for them. Now they can’t even take what family they have left. “I can see how much you love them.”
“Yeah, they worked their way into my heart. Rocket was a stray. He came and sat on that doorstep one day when he was just a wee fella and never left. Then one day Rocket disappeared down the creek and came back with a tiny ball of mattered fur in his mouth. He found Hattie Mae being washed about and saved her. They’ve been inseparable since. Best of friends they are. They keep each other in check.
“Hattie Mae is sure to reprimand him when he chases the postman down the road. And Rocket keeps Hattie Mae safe from all the night creatures. It’s like they knew each other from a previous life and been given a second chance, reunited in this life. So, you see…” we look to the two wide-eyed fur-babies wanting so dearly to make a good impression because their lives are on the line, “… that’s why they’re a packaged deal. They’re like peas and carrots. They don’t match at all, but they go nicely on a dinner plate… figuratively speaking.”
“Like peas and carrots,” I repeat with a chuckle in awe at how fate has somehow managed to do it again.
Jacob smiles knowingly and my heart swells. Winking, he kisses my hand. “How ‘bout it, beautiful? Ready to start our new family?”
THE END
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