by Cole, Fiona
He could be mad at me all he wanted but hitting my head fucking hurt and lit a fire under my own frustration. I clenched my jaw to hold back my angry words, waiting for him to speak first. And when he did, all the breath was sucked from my lungs.
“Why won’t you set a date?”
“What?” I played dumb. Maybe he didn’t know.
“Why?” he shouted only a few inches from my face.
I couldn’t handle lying directly to his face and the anger coloring his gaze was giving way to hurt. I hated seeing him hurt. “I told you,” I muttered, dropping my gaze to the side. It wasn’t a complete lie, more of an avoidance.
“Bullshit,” he growled, shoving me again, pinning me in place. My eyes snapped back to his, my anger upping with each aggressive push. “I just talked to Daniel about giving you time off for the wedding.”
My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
“Imagine how dumb I felt when he had no idea what I meant.”
I was floundering, mad at myself for lying—embarrassed for the reasons I lied in the first place. Heat flooded my cheeks and it pissed me off. “If you didn’t want to feel dumb, then you shouldn’t have pried.”
“You’re right,” he answered too calmly. “Because my fucking fiancé should have fucking told me.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do. So, I stood there mute, pinned to the door, clenching my jaw, waiting for him to just end it all.
Jake didn’t appreciate my silence and stepped only inches from me, getting right in my face, not holding an ounce of his frustration back.
“So, why the fuck haven’t you set a date? And try a little honesty this time.” His condescending tone got under my skin because he knew exactly how much it would irritate me—he knew what got my anger up the quickest and when someone talked to me like a child, it hit all my buttons.
I shoved him back, trying to gain some ground in this losing battle. “Why don’t you get out of my face?”
“Don’t change the subject, Jackson.”
Shoving my hand through my hair, I gripped the strands and tugged, needing the sting. “Jesus,” I said with my own mocking tone. “You dragged me out of there like a child about to get spanked.”
“That can be arranged.”
Usually, I’d respond to that with a hell yes and fight to bend him over the couch and spank his ass as I fucked him. But this time, I knew it wasn’t playful and I threw a glare in his direction.
He was breathing harder, his fists clenching and unclenching, and I knew I had seconds before he snapped. But I wasn’t fast enough.
“Just fucking tell me,” he roared.
I’d never heard him yell so loud in anger, but it wasn’t the anger that did me in. It was the crack in his voice at the end that let me know how much I was hurting him.
My mind scrambled for a way out of admitting my reasonings, but the bottom line was that I’d rather be embarrassed than hurt this man any more.
I threw my hands out, raising my own voice. “Because I can’t afford this wedding.” I stomped over to him, the words flooding out now that the gates had opened. “I’m working my ass off to get any money I can to save.” It was my turn to shove him, my eyes stinging. “For your fancy venue.” Shove. “For your fancy cakes.” Shove. “For your fancy flowers.” One final shove, his butt hitting the back of the couch. “I can’t fucking afford it.”
Jake opened his mouth, but I wasn’t done yet. I stepped against him, getting in his face now.
“And I’m not some kept woman, Jake. I’m not a fucking charity case.”
“You think I give a shit about any of that?” he asked, his face screwed up.
“You’re always so damn excited with your mom. I know how much you were wanting a big wedding with Carina—in a church—and I can’t give that to you.”
He bumped his chest to mine, pushing me back. “Jesus Christ, Jackson. I’d go to the courthouse right now and marry you. I don’t give a shit about the wedding.” His hands gripped each side of my face and for the first time since we got home, his eyes softened, easing the fear that had been compressing my chest. “I care about you. I want you. I love you.”
A moan of relief rose from my chest and fell from my lips. It was the last of my argument—the last of the fear that he was dumping me. It was my white flag. He had me where he wanted me, and I loved him more than anything and I needed to remind myself that he was mine.
I fisted his shirt to hold him in place and attacked his mouth. The kiss was aggressive and hard and desperate. He gave back as good as he got, his tongue pressing through my lips to tangle with mine. His hands left my face and moved to undo my buckle. Yes, we needed to be naked, skin to skin. I ripped open his dress shirt and tore it from his shoulders, moving on to his pants next.
“Set a date,” he murmured against my lips.
“What?”
“Do it. Give it to me.” The words were slurred with pleading and desire, his lips barely leaving mine to give his demand.
My mind was slow, and I couldn’t have told him what day it was today, let alone set a wedding date. Besides, the reasons for holding off were still there. “No.”
He growled and bit at my lips, shoving my pants down my thighs before gripping my cock. He jerked me hard as we each pushed our pants off. When we were free of our clothes, he shoved me again, pushing me backward around the couch.
He was like a predator, stalking his prey. His eyes never left mine as he kept pushing, his fist on his own cock now. His eyes promising to make me scream in pleasure once he’d had his fill.
It pulled the caveman from me and urged me to fight for dominance. I let him move me where he wanted me because I wanted to be on that couch too. But when he asked me again to set a date, I still said no.
He shoved me again, the backs of my knees hitting the couch and forcing me to fall back. He quickly grabbed the lube from the end table drawer and fell to his knees between my spread thighs. My eyes fell closed as the warm heat of his mouth enveloped me. “Fuck yes.”
The snick of the lube opening was my only warning for what was coming next. Two blunt fingers swiped between my cheeks and I scooted down to give him better access. He didn’t take time to tease me. He continued to suck on my cock like a fucking vacuum and pressed his fingers inside, swirling and spreading, getting me ready for his thick length.
I almost whimpered when he stopped sucking me.
“Set a date, Jackson.”
“No.”
My hips thrust when he nipped at the head of my dick softly. He took the moment to shove his fingers in hard, pulling a cry from my lips. I managed to pry my eyes open and look down my body to where he was swirling his tongue down to my balls. His other arm was flexing, and I knew he was jerking himself, coating himself with lube so he could fuck me.
“Fuck me. I’m done with the playing. Just fuck me,” I demanded, knowing he wouldn’t let me come until he was inside me.
He rose up and pulled his fingers from my ass with one last swipe against my prostate, only to press the head of his cock against my opening, but not pushing in.
“Set a date.”
“No.” But my refusal was weakening, and it escaped on a groan that morphed into a shout when he pushed all the way inside until his balls rested against my ass.
He started fucking me ruthlessly, his teeth bared like an animal rutting against his mate, making sure I knew who I belonged to. I reached down to stroke my dick, ready to come with him stretching me. But I only got two strokes in before he slapped my hand away.
I tried two more times with the same results and the last time I glared up at him. He gripped me at my base and squeezed, holding off my orgasm that was just beyond reach. Sweat coated my body. Breath sawed in and out of my lungs. My skin was tight, an electrical current running along the entire surface just waiting for one touch to set it off.
“Jake,” I pleaded, reaching out to rub at his chest, pinch his nipple.
He fell over me, pressing his forehead to mine. “Set a date.”
This time it wasn’t a demand, it was a plea, said with a soft up and down stroke of my dick, promising to make me come harder than ever before. “God, fine,” I caved. “We’ll take the cancellation at the hotel.”
The defeat was totally worth it when his full lips spread into the most beautiful smile. He pressed his lips to mine and jerked me perfectly, fucking me at just the right angle to make me come. I dug my heels into his ass and my fingers into his back, every muscle in my body flexing as my orgasm tore from me, shooting between us, coating both our abs. Another aftershock worked its way through me at seeing my cum slipping between the grooves of his stomach.
His eyes slid closed and he pressed inside me one-two-three more times before he held still and groaned his release into my neck. I held him through his orgasm, stroking his hair, kissing every inch I could reach with my mouth.
We stayed pressed together on the couch in the aftermath of our argument. The yelling from earlier now replaced with our heavy breaths.
I gripped his hair and jerked him back to look at me. “That wasn’t fair.”
But he was unrepentant with his lazy smile and glazed eyes. “When it comes to making you my husband, I will fight as dirty as necessary for you.”
How could I argue with that?
I returned his smile with my own, bringing him down so I could taste his lips. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
After a few more slow kisses between catching our breaths, he slid out of me and stood, offering a hand to help me up.
“Now come shower with me. I still need to feel your mouth on me tonight.”
6
Jake
A warm muscular arm draped over my side, curling around to hold me close to a firm chest and hardened cock pressing against my ass. I stared down at Jackson’s arm, so perfectly wrapped around me. His skin deliciously stretched over ropes of muscle that I could even see without him flexing. I loved the contrast of his bare arm against the colorful tattoos that covered mine.
Entwining my fingers with his, I lifted his hand and pressed it to my lips, smiling at the resulting groan behind me. He shifted as he woke, but I kept his palm in mine, not ready for him to roll away and stretch. I was rewarded for my stubbornness when he ground his cock between my ass and pressed soft kisses from my shoulder to my neck.
“Good morning,” he said against my ear before nipping it. I loved the rough growl of his morning voice.
I rolled over and faced him, taking in his bleary eyes still adjusting to the light shining in through the blinds. They were so beautiful, the sun making them shine like melted chocolate, bringing out the tiny specks of green you’d never know were there unless you were inches from his face.
I loved him so much and I was going to make him mine if it was the last thing I did.
“Good morning.”
He smiled and shifted closer, laying his head on my pillow. We laid there in silence for a while, just enjoying being close to each other, relishing the soft moment after last night’s aggressive lovemaking.
Eventually, his brows dropped, and the ease of the moment slipped away. “I’m still worried about the money.”
“I know, and I understand.” I cupped his cheek and brushed my thumb along his sharp cheekbone. “You know it’s our money, but I also know you’re a prideful son of a bitch. More stubborn than I am.”
My words brought the smile back, but it was brief.
“I just know how much your mom wants the big wedding.”
“But you know I don’t care, right?”
I held my breath, waiting for his answer. When he nodded, I exhaled hard and kissed him.
“I’m not going to lie, though,” I said when I finally separated my lips from his. “It’s going to be nice, standing in front of all those people, showing off my sexy, new husband.”
One side of his mouth quirked up before he shifted and nipped at my thumb. “You going to prance me around?”
“Like the best show pony there ever was.” We laughed, but I needed him to know how serious I was about the wedding not being a big deal to me. “You have to understand that this big hoopla is more for my mom than either of us. She’s happy we’re happy and wants to make a big deal about it.”
“I know.”
“Good.”
Jackson rolled on top of me and pressed his thick length against mine, pulling a groan from my chest. He bit and licked at my lips before moving to my neck and back up again. Digging my hands in his hair, I held tight and thrust my hips.
“I love you,” he growled against me, grinding harder, faster.
“I love you too.”
More than he knew. With each second that passed, the ache in my balls grew, matching the ache in my chest. Looking up into his dark eyes staring down at me with more love than I ever thought possible, the need to make him mine grew and grew until it took up too much space in my chest.
“Jake,” he groaned, keeping his eyes open as he came all over my stomach. The pleasure rippling across his body—the delicious friction against my cock had me falling right behind him.
He dropped his head to my shoulder, his hard pants heating my skin more than it already was. Despite coming, the pressure on my chest was still there, the need too big to contain.
“Marry me. Tonight.”
His head jerked up. “What?”
“Let’s go to Vegas and get married.” The words tumbled from my mouth as they were forming in my brain, without thought. But my mind knew what it wanted, and it wanted this man as my husband. “You can buy the plane tickets. Pay for our real wedding. Mom will pay for the pony show.”
His eyes were wide, but I could see the idea taking hold and how much he liked it. “Jake…”
“We’ll still have our big day. We don’t have to tell anyone. This is just for us.” I brushed his cheek, needing to touch him. “Marry me.”
Finally, the smile I knew and loved stretched his full lips and I knew everything would be perfect. “Okay.”
* * *
An hour later, Jackson sat at our kitchen table in just his boxer briefs, dragging both hands through his hair. Frankly, I could have watched him all damn day in that position.
His arms flexing with every rough drag.
His abs rippling with each fidgeting move.
“There are no fucking flights for tonight. What the hell?”
I walked behind him and rested my palms on his broad shoulders, looking over the screen. “What about that one?”
“That’s first class.”
“So?”
“Do you know how much it costs to fly first class across the country?”
“Jackson, I—”
“Don’t even offer,” he growled.
Sliding my hands down his pecs and finally giving in to touch each ridged groove on his abdomen, I whispered in his ear, “Then buy the fucking flights.” He hissed when I nipped his ear. “And I’ll book the hotel.”
“Dammit, Jake.”
I cut his irritation off when I slid lower and gripped his soft cock through this underwear. “Do I have to punish you again.” He thrust up into my hand, growing hard by the second. “Sometimes I think you’re a stubborn ass because you like to bottom for me.”
“Don’t act like I don’t own that ass as much as you own mine,” he moaned, reaching behind me to grip my ass.
“You won’t be getting this ass at all if you don’t make an honest man out of me.”
“Cocktease,” he grumbled as he booked the tickets.
I smiled, giving him one last long stroke before heading to my own computer to book our hotel.
Just when I hit confirm, my phone rang.
“Hey, Mom.”
Jackson plopped down on the couch next to me and I closed the laptop, not wanting to hear him bitch about the price of our room. It was our honeymoon after all.
“Hey, baby. I was just thinking o
f you, as always, and thought I’d call to check up on if you and Jackson had come to a decision about the venue.
“Wow, a whole twenty-four hours, Mom. I can’t believe you waited this long to call and ask.”
“Oh, hush. You know how excited I am. And this is an opportunity. If you pass on it, you may not be able to get married for another two years.”
“The horror,” I gasped.
“Don’t make fun of your mother.”
I laughed and Jackson pulled the phone out of my hand, putting it on speaker.
“Hey, Mom. We talked, and we decided to take the date.”
Excited squeals made both of us wince and pull the phone away. “Oh, boys. You are going to have the best wedding ever. I promise. Just leave it up to me. I’m calling him back now.”
“Mom, we can call—”
“Nope. I’ll do it. I’m also booking a fitting for your suits. And flowers. Oh, and wine. Obviously, an open bar. We aren’t heathens.”
Jackson paled with each suggestion, but I gripped his thigh. When he turned wide eyes to mine, I merely leaned in and pecked his lips, offering him comfort without words, letting him know it would all be okay.
“We’re definitely not, Mom,” I said once I pulled away.
“Okay. Well, I’ll let you two go. Enjoy your day. Leave it all up to me. Love you.”
“Love you too,” we both said.
As soon as I hung up, I gripped his cheeks and made him meet my eye. “Tomorrow you will be my husband. Nothing else matters. This is our wedding. And we’re splitting it fifty-fifty.”
“Okay. Yeah. I’m good.”
“Good. Now let’s go pack so I can fuck my husband.”
7
Jackson
“All right. Marriage license is booked. Same as the chapel,” I said.
We’d just boarded a red-eye to Vegas and everything was coming together. I’d even splurged on the more extravagant package for the chapel. The one that came with a video. I wanted to remember this forever.