by S. E. Law
I haven’t talked to my mom or sister in ages either, but maybe I should give them a chance. Yes, they work as strippers, but then again, they’ve never had many opportunities in life. Just like I was once in a bad situation, they are still. Maybe it’s time to reconsider things, with respect to the female members of my family at least.
Thinking about my family has me thinking about Haley’s family too. Clearly, we don’t talk to them anymore, given what Herb did to his own daughter and grandson. But the Lenville Times featured a short article on the car crash, and we saw that Herb was hospitalized with minor injuries. Haley’s face grew white, but she put the paper down without saying anything.
Me? I kind of wished it was worse. I wish that motherfucker was killed in the car crash, or at least massively injured. It’s wrong to say something like this about your girlfriend’s father, but in my heart of hearts, that’s what I desired.
Because I wanted him locked up for abusing Haley. I want him put in jail for a million years, and served bad jailhouse food. I want the other prisoners to beat him up, and for him to sustain severe injuries. I would have been all over that jail shit, but it’s not what my girl wanted. Being safe and moving on was what was important to her, as well as being with me. She took my hand, speaking in a trembling voice.
“As long as we’re together, Jace, I’ll be fine. Herb can’t hurt us anymore, so let’s just forget about him.”
I growl, looking deep into her eyes.
“Are you sure, baby girl? What he did to you was unspeakably wrong, and the authorities should know about it.”
She takes a deep, shaky breath.
“Yes, but what’s done is done, and Jamie and I can heal better if we have no contact. Plus, it’s not like there’s anyone else he can abuse. Irene is the way she is, and she’ll never leave, no matter what we say.”
That’s true. We’d reached out to Haley’s mom, but there had been no response. It’s a little sad, really. Irene is stuck in a cage, and she doesn’t want to come out because she’s so brainwashed.
As a result, we dropped it. There were no charges filed against Herb, and he made it out of the hospital in one piece. It was difficult. I hated letting Herb continue to live without any real consequences, but Haley’s happiness is what’s important to me, and I’ll do whatever she wants because it’s her happiness that matters. Besides, our life is going amazingly well, and it’s only going to get better.
I stop with the pull-ups, breathing hard. I’m going to need Haley to wake up soon, or I’m going to up end busting into our room and just blurting out my marriage proposal. Nope, that would not be romantic in the slightest.
I start to pace around in the gym. Maybe working on what to say will be helpful. Haley’s obviously going to wake up soon, and I can’t just come right out of the gate and say it. There needs to be build up so that the proposal’s amazing.
Breakfast! We could cook breakfast together. But I don’t want to make her do all this work before I propose. Okay, I’ll just make the breakfast myself then. I’ll make it while she’s getting ready, so it’s still hot when she gets out of the shower. There’ll be a spread. A really lavish spread with toast and jam, waffles, sunny side up eggs, Canadian bacon, and those blueberry scones she adores.
We’ll be eating, and I’ll go into a little something about how meeting her was the turning point for me. Everything about her is perfect, we’re perfect together, and we belong together.
Damn, that’s good! Maybe I could be a speech writer or something. And then I’ll add, “Will you marry me?” as the perfect topper.
Suddenly, I realize how ridiculous my thoughts are. My mind has been whizzing away at sixty miles an hour, and I’m as nervous as a little girl. Get it together, Jace, I scold myself. Jeez, you’re going to screw this up before you even start.
I put everything in the gym back in its place, and head to the kitchen. I put all the ingredients for breakfast on the counter. I just need things to be ready so I don’t forget a step.
Actually, I’m just going to jot down that killer proposal I came up with. What were the words again? I scribble everything down before I forget it and slide it into my pocket along with the ring.
Okay, the kitchen is ready.
I push my hair back, and my hand comes back covered in sweat which means I’m not ready. There’s no way I can ask Haley to marry me while I’m all gross like this because it would ruin the moment.
Slow down Jace, the voice in my head goes. Everything’s going to be fine. Except that I can’t slow down. I’m too pumped.
I need to take a quick shower. Damn, exercising was a dumb idea because now I’m a hot mess, literally.
Okay, so shower time.
I go into the bedroom, and Haley’s still sleeping, her curvy form buried under the duvet. I tiptoe to the bathroom, not wanting to wake her up, and get in as quietly as possible, closing the door with a quiet click.
I turn on the water, and strip before stepping into the stall. The cool liquid hits me and I sigh a bit. My nerves feel calmer, and it’s good to get clean. But then, I think of Haley’s lush, nude body, and now, I’m fully erect, purple and veiny. Oh shit. Why am I such a wreck today of all days?
I guess I could just take care of it here and now. After all, it’s better than being fully aroused while proposing. That would be a story to tell the grandkids someday. What to do? Slowly, I will myself to deflate, but it’s impossible. Her sweet curves are on my mind, and nothing’s going to take it down.
No matter. I let out a deep breath. I’m going to give Haley the best goddamn proposal possible because it’s what she deserves. After all, she’s turned my life around with her mere presence, and making her happy is what drives me forward now. I hose off, my erection still stiff and aching. It’s show time.
Epilogue 2
Haley
I’m dreaming about going for a swim in a pool when it starts raining. I look up at the ceiling, but wait. It’s a ceiling, so there’s no rain. What’s going on?
I wake up and realize that the pitter-patter I was hearing is the sound of the shower. Oh, Jace. He’s probably getting ready.
I stretch, feeling all kinds of sore. I’m been sleeping so much lately, and at first it baffled me. I thought I was going through some kind of weird adjustment, but when I went to the doctor, he told me I was pregnant.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, looking at my file once more. “You are definitely knocked up.”
I was shocked but also over the moon with happiness. Jace and I never seem to plan these things, and yet a second child is exactly what I want.
But after leaving the office, I was kind of worried about telling Jace. I don’t know why. He’s already a perfect dad, but we haven’t talked about having more kids. I mean, he just found out about his firstborn. Maybe a second is too much, too soon?
I just need to stop worrying. Jace has been nothing but supportive since we’ve gotten back together. Everything with Herb, and everything with my family, he’s been wonderful about. Plus, he’s been helping me and Jamie transition into our new lives in New York, and doing a great job too. He couldn’t be any more perfect if he tried, so there’s really no use getting all worked up. It will be what it will be.
I get up and shift my feet to the floor. I’m sure Jamie is gone by now because his bus must have come over an hour ago. It’s funny, how he’s adapted so quickly. My son’s first day of school was so anxiety-ridden because he was worried about meeting all the new kids; I was worried about whether or not he would adjust well; and Jace was worried about how Jamie and I weren’t taking this whole school thing very well.
In the end, our son hit it out of the park. His teachers love him, he’s making all kinds of friends, and he really is a little genius. I think my baby is going to be okay.
I sigh, a smile wreathing my face. I want to get ready and take a shower, but Jace is in there. I guess I could go inside and brush my teeth while he’s there because we’re so close now. The thou
ght of seeing his massive form nude in the water makes me heat up, and I open the bathroom door with a big smile.
He jerks suddenly, those blue eyes meeting me across the way, and the soap drops from his hand.
“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” My eyes dart everywhere, but nothing seems wrong. I wrinkle my brow confused. “Did I scare you?”
He lets out a hoarse laugh.
“I’m fine, baby, you just startled me. I thought you were asleep.”
I give him a quick smile but then I realize that Jace is very, very naked. My eyes scan down his body, and I see he has erection. A huge one, that he’s struggling to control.
“Is that for me?” I giggle a bit, already going damp and moist in anticipation.
Jace laughs a little, but nods.
“Only for you, sweetheart. God, I was trying to control it, but now that you’re here, why not?”
I step back a little and shimmy out of my negligee, not caring where it lands. I just want to get under that stream of water with my man.
I step in front of him, and his body shields me from the hot spray of the showerhead. I place my hands on his huge, wet body, skimming my fingers down his abs.
There’s fire behind his blue eyes. He pushes me against the wall, running his hand down my curves until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I mewl with need, and his fingers immediately go inside me.
“Jesus,” I gasp. Jace pumps in and out of me, three fingers sliding along my walls. I press the back of my head against the shower wall, barely able to breathe. His thumb goes to my clit, rubbing with tantalizing circles that make me see stars. There’s nothing solid for me to grab on to except for Jace. I dig my nails into his bicep, needing that muscle to steady myself.
“Oh. My. God.” My voice quivers as my body does. I can’t hold on any longer, and I release with a gush, filling his palm with my nectar. I let out a string of wanton sounds, riding Jace’s fingers until my orgasm is done.
“So perfect,” Jace breathes as he removes his fingers from my sweetest spot. They reappear, glistening and wet, and with a sly smile, he brings them to his mouth.
“You always taste so good, sweetheart. Are you ready for what’s next?”
But there’s no time to reply because his dickhead probes at my opening, and slowly, he eases himself into me.
“Ah!” I cry out, literally lifted onto my toes with his size. Even though we’ve been together for months now, I never get used to how big he is. My walls flex and my pussy lips stretch, straining to accommodate him.
Jace pulls back and then pushes into me a few more times.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he rasps. “Put your arms over my shoulders.” I do what I’m told, and then Jace picks up one leg, pushing my knee up so that I’m opened wide for him. I moan hungrily, feeling every ridge of his cock rub against my insides.
“Oh yes, Jace.” He grunts, exertion lining his face. We both look down as his cock disappears again and again into my pinkness, the tight flesh swallowing him whole. I’m never going to get tired of him, or of us. I knew back then, and I know now. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him.
“Haley!” he growls, the look in his blue eyes electric.
His cock grows inside of me, and then it happens. His semen spills into me, gush after gush filling my tightly clenching interior. I come right after him, my pussy pulsing and snapping, sucking more of his semen in deep.
“Yes!” I scream. “Oh god, yes!”
My fingers tangle into his hair as I pull my head back to look him in the eyes.
“I love you,” is my fierce refrain. “You belong to me.”
He merely gazes into my eyes, that big chest lifting with exertion.
“I love you too, baby.”
Jace lets me down, but he’s not done yet. He turns me around gently, and then takes the loofah and squirts some soap on to. He brings it my back and squeezes the sponge so that warm, soapy suds drop down my back.
“I love you little girl, and I’m going to show you how much.”
But this isn’t a sexual thing. He runs the loofah all over my body, tenderly and lovingly, cherishing my curves. Every stroke and every gesture, reinforces how much this man cares for me. My heart thumps while looking into that handsome face. How did I get so lucky?
Once we’re done, I step out and swathe myself in a big fluffy towel. But then an item on the floor catches my eye, and I reach over to pick it up. It must something that dropped out of his pocket. The paper is a little crumpled, so I unfold it to get a look.
“Haley, meeting you was a perfect moment in my life,” I read to myself. I get through the whole thing, and the last line says, “Will you marry me?”
I gasp and see a box lying on the floor. Bending down, I pick it up and inside, there’s a gorgeous diamond ring. The air leaves my lungs. Oh my god, is this for me? Happiness courses through my veins, and I begin to smile through my tears.
“Jace?” He turns around and sees me holding the paper and the box.
“Where did you find that?” he growls, eyes going wide.
“It was on the floor.” He looks at the floor and then back at me, realization dawning on his face.
“How did it…?”
I smile and shrug.
“It was just lying there, so I picked it up.”
“Okay, okay. Did you read it?”
I nod. Jace takes a deep breath and looks around the bathroom, likely weighing his options.
“I mean, I was kind of hoping to not do it here. We could do it like somewhere else, somewhere romantic, but I guess…”
I interrupt.
“I don’t care where you do it as long you’re going to do it. You’re doing what I think you’re doing, right?”
He takes a deep breath, mute for a moment. But then he nods.
“Okay then, I’ll do it here. I’m guessing you read my speech. I wrote it out, but I’m just going to say it again for continuity’s sake.” Jace tightens the towel around his waist. “I just want to be able to say we weren’t completely naked when we tell this story to our grandkids.”
He’s being such a dork right now, but I love this man, and it’s endearing because he wants to make it special. He’s getting a huge case of the nerves, and clearly, has this whole to-do planned. I have to let him ask.
“Okay, um, Haley, the moment I meant you was a turning point in my life. You were perfect then, you are perfect now, and you’ll be perfect in the future. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and if you’ll have me, I hope you want to spend the rest of your life with me.” Jace looks around like he can’t find the ring, and then we both realize that I’m still holding it.
I hand it over, smiling. Jace closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
“Haley Jones, will you marry me?” He holds up the ring box.
I nod, with tears in my eyes.
“Yes, Jace, of course I’ll marry you!” He takes the ring out and slips it onto my finger. It fits perfectly.
Letting out a big exhale, Jace gives me a passionate kiss. His hands cup both sides of my face, and I hold on to his arms, not wanting to let go. When we break apart, we realize that both of our towels have fallen.
“We can just leave this segment out when we tell our grandkids,” Jace says, deadpan. I giggle and kiss him again.
After more making out, Jace and I finally leave the bathroom. We get dressed, but I keep stopping and starting, obsessed with staring at my finger. I’m going to be Mrs. Jace King. I was writing that name in my notebooks years ago, and now, it’s becoming a reality. Our wedding is going to be amazing, and even if it’s a train wreck, being married to Jace will be worth it all.
Once we’re both fully clothed, Jace leads me to the kitchen. There are a bunch of ingredients on the kitchen counter, and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with this information. He throws me a sheepish look.
“I was going to cook this while you took a shower, but things got pushed way off track, so I�
�ll have to make the meal now,” Jace explains. I laugh because his proposal was thrown out of whack with my discovery, and all because of our shower sex.
“You’re sweet,” I say with a smile. “How about if we cook together? It’s so much more fun.” Jace considers it and then nods.
“Okay, sounds good. I’ll talk you through what we’re making.”
It’s cute how he’s orchestrated this whole thing, only to see it go off the rails. But still, I appreciate the effort he’s made. I’ll always appreciate this man. Jace gets out the food we’ll need from the fridge and then starts preparing like a professional chef. The meal is a lot more complicated than I predicted because usually, when we cook together, we make something simple like pasta. But I guess Jace wanted to be fancy for the proposal. Thus, he’s making a French dish with a name I can’t even pronounce. Again, I’m touched by his eagerness, and smile through my tears again.
We’ve finally reached the end, and the two of us have plated our individual creations. Jace’s looks like something you might serve in a restaurant, while mine looks like something you might put in the garbage pile at a restaurant.
“I tried,” I giggle.
“You did.” I can’t help but compare our plates since they’re right next to one another. Mine looks pathetic, but then Jace just switches our plates so that I can have his creation.
“I’m sure it tastes good.” He goes to sit down, and I pick up the one he made, going after him.
“Wait, you should have the good one since you made it. I feel bad that you’re swapping them out.” He always giving me all the good stuff because he’s generous that way, and loves to treat me well. He refuses.
“Hey, you’re my new fiancée, and I want to spoil you a little, okay sweetheart?” I’m not going to argue, so I take my seat across from him and bite into the cheesy goodness. It’s so delicious that I audibly moan.
“Yum, it’s so good!”
“Yours isn’t half-bad, baby,” he adds, chewing thoughtfully. I smile and dive in again, taking heaping spoonfuls.