“Then be a good girl for me, Ada,” Jackson groaned into my mouth. “Be a good girl and come, and if you say pretty please, I’ll give you every drop of my hot cum.”
And like a bomb going off, I went crashing over the edge. I screamed into his mouth, bouncing up and down every inch of his huge, swollen dick as the orgasm shattered through me.
“Come in me!” I moaned, driving my hips against his and feeling the wave crash over me again and again. “Come in me!”
“Say please, angel,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his muscles rippling and his hands tightening on my body.
“Please give me your cum, Jackson!”
With a roar, he pulled me so tight to his big, muscled body, and let go. He buried his face in my neck, bellowing into my skin as he drove his cock so deep inside of me. I cried out, feeling him swell up as big as he could be before I felt it. I felt the hot, thick, sticky jets of his potent cum splashing inside of me — pump after pump after pump filling me up to the brim.
He hugged me tightly, pushing himself deep inside as his balls twitched against my ass and his swollen cock spurted again and again inside of me. Until slowly, we came to a stop.
Jackson kissed me fiercely, lifting me up and then pushing me onto my back in the big, comfy bed. His cock stayed firmly inside of me. He settled between my legs, kissing me tenderly and stroking my skin until I was sure I’d gone to heaven.
“Perfect,” he whispered. “You’re fucking perfect, Ada.”
He kissed me slowly, tasting my lips gently before he started to pull away from between my legs. His hard, slick cock slipped free, but as he rolled next to me, he turned me onto my side, pulled me tight against his hard, grooved body, and slid his hand between my thighs. He cupped my tender, still-tingling pussy, his warm, powerful hand covering me and sending shivers through me as he pulled me against him.
“Keep it inside, angel,” he purred into my ear, stroking my side with his other hand as he planted kisses across my shoulders and the back of my neck.
And slowly, exhaustedly, I fell right asleep against him like that, and when I dreamt, they were the best dreams I’d ever had.
The bed was warm, but empty when I woke up the next morning. I frowned, before suddenly everything about last night came rushing back in this amazing, heated rush. I gasped quietly, remembering the feel of his mouth and hands on me, or the way he’d felt sliding inside of me for the very first time. I moaned, squeezing my thighs together and feeling the delicious soreness there as I remembered how he’d claimed me, and how he’d put his cum so deep inside of me.
I remembered everything we’d said, and slowly, my hands crept over my bare skin to cup my soft, flat belly.
…And I wondered if it’d happened yet.
I closed my eyes, and tried to center myself, as if I might feel the heat growing inside. I couldn’t tell, obviously, but thinking it, and feeling the love and the glow creep over me had my heart jumping and my whole body buzzing. I wanted it to take, and I wanted to feel life that he and I had created grow inside of me. And, if it wasn’t this time…
I grinned, blushing.
Well, they do say practice makes perfect, right?
I called Jackson’s name, but there was no response. I frowned, but when I turned over in the big bed, my brows shot up. There, on the bedside table, was a dozen white roses and a simple, handwritten note.
Morning, angel. I’m getting us coffee — it appears I’m out.
Love,
J
I read the note twice, and a third time, and then a fourth, before I finally just concentrated on that last part.
Love.
I closed my eyes, hugging the note to my chest and feeling the feeling I’d never really experienced before blaze through me. Because I loved this man — totally and completely. I’d gone from lusting over him, and moaning into my pillow at night as he became the subject of filthy fantasies, to sharing his bed, and our hearts. I’d given him my body, yes, but he’d given me his heart in return.
And I was never going to let go of it.
Still grinning like a complete idiot, I slipped from his bed and padded across the bedroom floor. I pulled a big dress shirt of his from the walk-in closet, half-buttoning it as I poked my way through his enormous, gorgeous penthouse.
In the kitchen, I made myself tea. I grinned, realizing that there was still so many things about each other we didn’t know yet — like, for instance, that I preferred tea to coffee. I giggled to myself, thinking of how sweet it was that he’d gone out for coffee without even knowing that.
When the water was poured, I took a steamy sip, letting the caffeine slowly seep into me as I walked across his living room to the big balcony through the sliding glass doors. I stepped out, taking a deep breath of the morning city air as my gaze dragged across the rooftops of New York.
A car horn pulled my attention down, and when I saw him down there on the sidewalk so many stories below, my heart started to beat faster, and the smile started to creep across my face.
…Before suddenly, like it’d taken a blow from a knife, it started to sink, and ache.
The woman had dark, almost black hair, pulled back tightly. She wore a smart, white blouse, a trim pencil skirt, and I honestly didn’t care what else, because it wasn’t her fucking hair, or her wardrobe I was looking at.
…It was the fact that she was holding hands with Jackson.
The green, envious rage blazed inside of me — jealousy like I never knew I could even experience exploding though my body. I forced myself to take deep breaths, and tried to make myself think of everything it could be that I was seeing. Maybe she was a friend, or another doctor, or even a—”
The woman wrapped her arms around Jackson, pulled herself into him, and right before my eyes, kissed his cheek.
…And he hugged her right back.
The green rage turned into something worse, and slowly, I could feel something inside my chest break. And suddenly, I knew I’d been an idiot for ever thinking it’d been real. When I thought about it, it was so obvious — the young, naive girl with the crush, and the gorgeous, perfect doctor, ready to swoop in. Of course there was another — or many other girls.
It’d all been a pretty little lie, and I’d swallowed the whole thing.
Fighting back tears, I turned and fled into his penthouse to grab my clothes and make myself disappear.
Chapter 11
Jackson
The grin on my face was new, but I liked it. Shit, I’d gotten pretty damn used to not smiling, but then Ada had stepped into my world, and everything had changed. I knew I was going to be smiling a whole lot more now — hell, all the time now, and it was all due to her.
…All due to finding the love of my life.
I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as the elevator rose back to my penthouse, and to my sleeping angel. This was it. No more hesitations in life, no more missteps, no more not living the life I wanted to live. I’d found the only girl that ever really mattered to me, and now, I was never going to let her—
“Asshole!”
The smile dropped from my face as something small and fierce lunged at me the second the elevator doors opened. Small fists pummeled at my chest, and one even got close to my face before I grabbed a thin wrist and shoved the little demon back.
“You asshole!”
I blinked, gripping Ada tight as I stared down into her furious, tear-streaked face.
“Jesus, angel, what’s—”
“Oh, don’t you angel me!” she snapped, yanking herself away from me and stepping away. I could feel a piece of me shattering — a knife twisting inside.
“Ada,” I growled, moving towards her. “What exactly is going on?”
“You tell me!” she barked, her arms crossing over her chest. She was wearing her clothes from yesterday — not naked and still warming my bed as I’d imagined on my way up. That, and she was looking at me with fury and rage on her face like I’d never even imag
ined she was capable of.
“Ada, talk to me,” I growled, taking another step towards her. She shook her head, backing into my penthouse as I stepped in after her.
“Just take me home, Jackson. Take me home and never speak to me again.”
“Angel—”
“I saw you, okay!” she snapped, her whole face strained and hurt.
I frowned. “What? Ada, saw what?”
“You! With…with that girl!”
I frowned, searching for what the hell she could be talking about, when suddenly, it hit me.
…It hit me, and I started to laugh.
“Oh fuck you!” she hissed heatedly. She went to storm past me for the door, but I was faster. I snatched her up, grinning as she kicked at me and slapped at my arm with her small hands as I brought her close.
“Let go of me, Jackson! I know what you are, and what this is, and I just want to go—”
“My sister, Ada,” I said quietly, yanking her against me with my hands gripping her wrists tight. My eyes searched hers.
“The girl — the one I’m presuming you saw outside when I was saying goodbye to her by the front door to the building?” I chuckled, the fear and the tense feeling of not knowing what was hurting the woman I loved so much dissipating as the truth set in.
“Her name is Ellen, and she’s my sister.”
The punching, slapping hands stopped, and slowly, Ada went still.
“What?”
I chuckled, shaking my head and dropping my grip on her wrists. “Ellen’s my sister. She lives here in the city, and—”
“Oh God…”
Ada’s cheeks went red, her whole face dropping as she covered it with her hands. “Oh my God, I’m a complete idiot.”
“No, you’re not,” I growled, pulling her into me. I reached down to cup her chin, tilting it up as I pulled her hands away from her perfect, angelic face.
“Guess there’s a lot we still don’t know about each other,” she said quietly, looking down.
“Like that you’re the jealous type?”
She bit her lip, hiding a shy grin as she looked back up at me and nodded. “That’s new. Maybe it’s just…” She swallowed. “Maybe it’s just you that brings the jealousy out. The idea of any other woman...” She scowled, shaking her head as I pulled her tight and kissed her softly.
“The feeling is familiar. The idea of any other man laying a finger on you—”
“There’ll never be another man,” she whispered, shaking her head.
“Good,” I growled. “Angel, there’s no one else for me, and there won’t be anyone else, ever. You’re it for me — all I ever wanted and all I’ll ever want or desire. And I love you, totally, and completely.”
She gasped, her cheeks flushing and her soft, full lips falling open.
“Jackson, I love you too,” she moaned quietly, pressing herself against me.
“And what I said last night...” I held her gaze, the fire in mine flashing hot. “I meant it. I meant every damn word of it. I want you to bear my children, Ada. I want to create a family with you.”
She moaned, kissing me softly as her arms slid around my waist.
“I want that so much,” she whispered into my lips.
I kissed her again, taking my damn time and truly tasting those lips as I wrapped my arms around her and held her like I’d never let her go.
When she pulled back, her face was red, and she rolled her eyes as she groaned and looked at the floor.
“I can’t believe that was your sister. God, I’m such a psycho, aren’t I?”
I grinned, cupping her chin and stroking her jaw with my thumb.
“Come here.”
I scooped her up, loving the way she gasped and held me tight as I walked us into the large bedroom and placed her on the edge of the bed. I took a step back, took a deep breath, and tried to slow my racing heart.
This was it.
“Ada, I was meeting my sister, because she was bringing me this.”
I pulled the small velvet black box out of my jacket pocket.
“What is this?” she whispered, barely breathing with her eyes wide.
“It was my grandmother’s, and then my mother’s,” I said quietly. “Open it.”
The room was silent except for the thundering of my heart as she did, and slowly, I watched the glow and the surprise and the emotion warm across her face.
“Oh my God…”
“It used to be a necklace,” I said quietly. “There was a ring, passed from my grandmother to my mother, but that’s of course gone to my sister. This was part of a necklace that’s also been passed down through the generations, and I had it turned into a ring.”
Ada looked up at me, her eyes wide and her mouth open, though no words came for a full few seconds.
“When?” she asked breathless. “When did you turn it into a ring?”
I smiled.
“The day after I met you.”
Her hand flew to her mouth, and slowly, I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“Ada Chase,” I growled, my heart beating a mile a minute, but knowing I’d never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I’d known the second I saw her, and now, she would truly be mine, forever.
I looked up at this perfect girl, who’d stolen my heart, and shown me what it was to feel again, and to love.
“Marry me,” I whispered, holding the box up as I looked deep into her eyes.
She was still for one, brief second, blinking like she wasn’t even sure this was real as she stared at me in shock.
“Marry me, Ada,” I said quietly, taking her small hand in mine. “Marry me, and be mine forev—”
“Yes,” she gasped, panting. “Yes!”
She launched herself into my arms, throwing hers tight around my neck as she held me so tightly.
“Jackson, yes!”
“Your parents, what people will say...” I shook my head, holding her as tight as I could. “Forget the rest. I’ll deal with all of it. Just be mine, and we’ll make our own life together.”
“And a family,” she whispered heatedly, her lips millimeters from mine. “Let’s make a family together.”
“Fuck, angel,” I groaned, feeling her body press against me and feeling the heat between her thighs. My cock throbbed against her as I plucked the ring from the box and slowly slid it onto her finger.
Mine.
“You think we did it last night?” she said shyly, her cheeks blushing as she hungrily ran her tongue over her lips.
“Hard to tell,” I grinned back, slowly peeling her shirt off as I stood. I tossed her down onto the bed, yanking my own clothes off as she peeled off her pants, before I slowly stalked over her. My cock ached for her as I settled between her legs, spreading them wide and guiding the thick swollen head to her slippery pussy.
“We’d better keep trying to make sure.”
“Fuck me, Jackson,” she whispered heatedly into my ear as she wrapped her legs around my waist and started to pull me inside.
“Put a baby in me.”
With pleasure.
I pushed forward, slowly burying myself in her molten heat until all of me was inside — bare, and ready to give her everything I had.
“Now milk that cum from my balls, angel,” I purred into her ear. “Be a good girl and take my cum.”
Epilogue
Ada
Four years later…
At the end of the day, all you need is love.
No, we didn’t just go from me saying yes that day to a happy ever after with the brush of a magic wand. There were tough parts between Point A and Point B. My parents, for one, initially lost it when we told them. My father swore he’d sue Jackson into the ground and strip him of his license, and my mother screamed at me that I was “settling.”
Yeah, you can go ahead and roll your eyes. I sure did.
But slowly, I think they got it. My father did, at least. Even if it took a while to look past that Jackson was almos
t twice my age, and that this might not have been their choice for me, they did eventually get it. They got to know the man I was head over heels for, and they saw that even if he wasn’t from their world of the highest wealth and privilege, the work he did in the world was noble to a degree most people never even got close to. And that’s what I think won them in the end…even if Jackson did swear to me that he’d steal me away and elope with me, with or without their blessing.
But they did give it, because they saw what we saw with each other: love. And in the end, love wins, every single time.
That brings us to Jen, Jackson’s awful, awful ex. God, when I first found out about her and everything she’d done, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to throw my arms around Jackson and protect him with everything I had, or to run and find her so I could put a stiletto through her eye.
…Okay, okay, maybe I do have a jealous streak.
What she’d done to the man I loved was truly terrible, and when she found out about me, and about our engagement, she tried everything in her power to be even worse than she had been.
That’s when my father stepped in. Specifically, my father’s team of twenty-five truly terrifying, bloodthirsty corporate lawyers. I knew Jackson was sour, and I knew at first he saw this as “someone else fighting his battles,” but in the end, I made sure he got that it wasn’t just “someone else,” it was me. I was going to get that bitch off his back once and for all, because there was no way I was going to start a family with him with her hanging over us.
I also might have insisted on delivering the lawyers’ statement personally — not to do anything to her, and not because I even wanted to meet her. But I wanted to watch the look on her face when she realized she’d lost — not just such an amazing man, but all of her attempts to hurt him.
…It was a pretty great look, I have to say.
It’s been four years since the man of my dreams swept me off my feet, made me his, and asked me to marry him, and it’s been a dream ever since.