by Mia Ford
I couldn’t help but laugh at how proud of herself she was. Hell, I was proud of her, too. “I have to admit, that was pretty impressive, Jess. You were really brave.”
“Damn right,” she said. “I’m not letting anyone hurt my man. No way. Especially not some turd like Fred Stevens.”
I laughed. “Well, thank you again for that.”
She beamed with pride. “You’re welcome. Stick with me, buddy. I’ll keep you safe.”
“I believe that,” I said, chuckling. “But like I was saying, I wanted this trip to be special, for reasons other than you saving a plane full of people.”
She looked at me, meeting my gaze. “I don’t understand.”
I took a deep breath, wondering if she could see the way my body was trembling. This was it. Whatever doubts I had about being with somebody again, really being with them, were gone. I would never forget Jess's acts of heroism on that plane, not for as long as I lived. She was better than me and far better than what I deserved, but I was hoping that wouldn't matter. All I knew was that I wanted her. I wanted her forever, and I was willing to do a hell of a lot to make that happen.
“Drew?” she asked hesitantly, her concern radiating off her. “You’re kind of freaking me out.”
“I don’t mean to. It’s just that what happened on the plane, it solidified something for me. It made me sure of something I already knew, made me sure in a way I won’t ever forget.”
“And what was that?”
“That I need you. That I love you.”
“I love you, too. You know that. Or at least I hope you do.”
“I do, Jess, don’t worry about that,” I said. “You’ve never given me any reason to doubt you. That’s kind of what I’m getting at. I want to make you a promise, so that you never have to doubt me again, either.”
It was my moment. I could feel it. Holding tightly to the little velvet box I'd kept hidden beneath the covers at my side, I got off the bed and onto one knee in front of where Jess sat stunned. Both of her hands flew to her mouth, and I opened the box, willing myself not to pass out from the stress of what she might say.
"Jess? You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You saved me. You brought me back to life, and I want to spend the rest of that life showing you how much I love you and Emma. I know it hasn't been very much time, and I realize you might think I'm crazy, but I have a very important question to ask you. Will you marry me?"
Without a word, she dropped her left hand so that I could slide the ring onto her finger. Once it was there, she stared at it with wide, stunned eyes for so long that I began to get worried. The ring was on her finger, but she had yet to give me an answer. Before actually proposing, I had told myself that she wouldn't say no, but now that I was in it, I wasn't so sure. I cleared my throat, and when she still didn't speak, I decided that I should.
“Jess? Did I make a mistake?”
“Are you kidding? No! Oh my God, Drew. The answer is yes! Absolutely, no doubts, a hundred times yes!”
I stood up and Jess wrapped her arms around me, her mouth finding mine. My dick twitched as it became instantly hard. Her kiss was passionate and I could tell she wanted me just as bad as I wanted her. I pushed her gently back onto the bed. I laid down next to her and began to kiss her. With one hand, I opened her towel, revealing her wet, naked body and moved my hands around, feeling every single inch of her curves. I paused just before my hand touched her pussy and then I began to rub her clit. First up and down and then in circles.
She moved her body, grinding against my hand. I claimed her mouth once more, our tongues intertwining. She let out soft moans against my lips that made me go crazy. I stopped kissing her. My dick was throbbing, itching to feel the inside of her.
“I want you.” I said to her.
She spread her legs a little more and looked at me. She bit her lip, I knew she wanted me just as bad. I slid a finger down and then inside of her tight pussy. I moved my finger in and out of her pussy.
I knew she was getting close and instead of stopping her from feeling her pleasure I moved my finger in and out of her faster, until finally she started letting out a series of moans. I knew I had made her come.
“I want inside of you now.” I said when she calmed down. She scooted back onto the bed to reposition herself and I climbed on top of her. I sucked and nibbled on each of her perfect, pink, round nipples. She moved beneath me, letting me know she was turned on once again. I pulled back and sat up, shifting to my knees. Jesse spread her legs before me and I moved to push myself inside of her.
I felt her tight pussy wrap around my cock, it felt amazing.
“Oh fuck.” I moaned. Her pussy was perfect and drove me crazy. I could never get enough of it.
I put each of her legs on my shoulders and held her ankles. I began thrusting harder and deeper inside of her. My cock filling up every inch of her.
“Mmm, Drew.” She moaned. I loved it when she said my name when I fucked her.
She lifted her ass a little so she was angled and I grabbed a pillow from by her head, folded it in half and put it underneath her. I started thrusting myself in and out of her noticing that I was slightly deeper inside of her.
I reached a hand down and began to massage her clit with my thumb as I continued to fuck her. She moaned more and more and I knew I was driving her crazy. I stopped and pulled out and she looked up at me. I thrust myself back into her, hard. Then I slowly pulled out again. I thrust inside of her harder this time, causing her to gasp for air.
I pulled out and put her legs down.
“I want to fuck you from behind.” I loved how deep I could go when she bent over for me.
Jesse rolled onto her stomach and lifted her ass up towards me. I slapped it a little bit causing her to moan. I gave her ass a squeeze.
“I fucking love your ass.” I said and then I shoved myself back inside of her tight, little pussy. She squeezed around me and pleasure rang through my entire body. I was close. I started thrusting harder. I grabbed onto her hips and helped guide her back onto me.
“Harder!” She called out. I started thrusting myself in and out of her harder and harder and then I felt her squeeze around my cock even more.
She moved her hand around the front of her and I could feel her sliding her fingers along her clit. She was getting close and I could tell. I slowed my movements, but made them harder. Slamming into her every thrust.
“You want on top?” I asked her. I wanted to watch her face as she came. I wanted to grab her tits and squeeze them. I wanted to come at the same time as her.
“Yeah.” She said her voice was full of desire and lust. She was close.
We rolled over and she wasted no time lowering herself onto my hard dick. She started rocking herself back and forth, grinding onto me. Her pussy squeezed around my dick and the pleasure was intense. We looked into each other’s eyes and I reached for her tits. I began to play with her nipples, first rolling them around then tugging on them gently. She moved her hips faster and faster and suddenly she was calling out my name.
“Oh fuck! Drew!” She yelled.
I grabbed her hips to keep her going but the pleasure was too much for her to keep going, she leaned down and I wrapped my arms around her back. I began to thrust myself in and out of her hard and fast. Feeling myself getting closer to the edge. I wanted to fill her pussy up with my come. I wanted the release. I thrust inside of her a few more times and then I felt my dick begin to throb, my body went numb and the pleasure was intense.
“MMM.” I groaned as my orgasm continued to intensify.
When I came down, I wrapped my arms around her and held her for a moment, still inside of her. She didn’t seem to mind much. Which was pretty fucking hot.
Then she rolled off of me but still snuggled into me. Her head still on my chest, her arm and leg wrapped around me. I put an arm around her and gave her a small squeeze. We began to discuss our ideas of forever. She fell asleep soon after, but I continued to lay
there and look up at the ceiling, waiting for this newest development to start to feel real. She was mine. We belonged to each other. After everything that had happened, we belonged together, and now, we both knew it.
Epilogue: Jess
One Year Later
“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” Drew asked. “Because if I haven’t, I should.”
I laughed. “Um, you’ve only said it like a thousand times.”
“Not nearly enough, then. Have you seen yourself in that dress? No amount of times is enough for how good you look in that dress. Now that you’re my wife.”
My body shuddered with pleasure at the sound of that, and Drew pulled me in closer, leading me around the dance floor as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The day had gone by in a blur, and I was happy to have a moment that felt like it belonged to just the two of us.
There were still people all around us, but Drew was making this dance feel like we were the only two people in the world. He'd been doing that exact same thing ever since his proposal. It was his way of proving to me that he was going to be my knight in shining armor for the rest of our lives.
“What are you thinking about, Jess?”
“Nothing. I was just wondering something.”
“What’s that? And please don’t tell me you were wondering if this was a good idea, because I think it’s a little late for that now.”
“No, silly. Nothing like that. I was actually wondering if I was worth the wait.”
“What can you possibly mean by that, my love?”
“I mean how long I insisted on the engagement being. We were engaged for almost double the amount of time we dated. I was just wondering if you thought it was worth it.”
Drew brought me in closer and kissed me softly, much to the delight of our wedding guests. When he pulled back again, I could see that his eyes were shining. He wasn't exactly crying, but he looked pretty emotional, and for a minute, I was afraid that I had said something wrong.
“Jess, are you kidding me?”
“Um, no? Not really. It’s kind of the question I’ve been afraid to ask you all day.”
"Well, there was no reason for you to be. I would have waited for you for the rest of my life, if that was what you needed. I told you when I proposed that you were the best thing in my life, and that wasn't a lie. This is the happiest I have ever been. Ever, in all of my life."
He might have said more, but Emma came running up to us, throwing her arms around us and making our dancing duo a dancing trio.
“Mama, Drew, this is the best!”
“The wedding?” I laughed, glancing at Drew over the top of Emma’s head. “I thought you were worried that it would be boring.”
“I was, but I was totally wrong. I want to get married, you guys. I can’t wait to get married!”
“Just do me a favor, step daughter, will you?” Drew asked, an impressively serious look on his face when she looked up at him.
“What’s that?”
“Wait a couple of years before you plan your own wedding,” he said. “I don’t think my heart can take another wedding so soon.”
Emma made her grumpy face at Drew, turned to give me a little pout, and then stalked off in the direction of her Aunt Sophie.
“You sure you’re ready for this, Drew?”
“Ready for what, Jess?”
“For this. For parenting. You know she’s not going to get any easier, right? In fact, from everything I’ve been told, I’m pretty sure she’s only going to get worse before she gets better. And the better part might not come for like, ten years.”
“Don’t care.”
“Seriously? Not at all?”
“Nope, not at all. In fact, I’ve been thinking that if you’re up for it, I might like to start one from the beginning.”
“Start one? What exactly do you mean by that, Mr. Larson?”
“A baby, Mrs. Larson. I mean a baby. If you don’t want anything like that, it’s totally fine, but if you’re up for it, up for discussing it even—”
“Yes,” I said, cutting him off.
“For real?”
“Yes,” I said, laughing. “For real. How come you never believe me when I say yes to the questions you ask me?”
“Because it’s hard to believe I’m that lucky, Jess. I still can’t believe how fucking lucky I am.”
“That makes two of us. Forever and for always.”
Sneak Peak: Auctioned to the Biker
Blurb
She’s mine, only mine.
I will guard her, save her – even if it means, protecting her from members of my own gang.
Yes, we bought her innocence at the auction together,
But one taste of her,
And I realize I’m not ready to share.
I know this is against our rules,
But who cares when rules involve a woman as gorgeous as Jenny.
Chapter 1: Jenny
I stand in front of the mirror and look at my own body critically, just like I always do. I have curves in all the right places and my long blonde hair looks wavy and sexy as it falls over my shoulders… I guess I’m quite attractive and men always say that my green eyes have a brilliant brightness which reminds them of emeralds. But if I’m really so attractive, then why am I still a virgin at twenty-two years of age?
I’ve just finished college and am still looking for a steady job. I’m not entirely certain what I want to do with my life yet and, seeing as I have some free time on my hands, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my best friend Stacy Donovan. We often hang out at some of the local nightclubs in Los Angeles, flirting with men and dancing until the early hours. We have long talks and I really enjoy the way we’re able to discuss absolutely anything; although we mostly end up talking about men and all the fantasies we have about them.
Even though I’m still in possession of my hymen, I’m not one of those girls who feverishly cling to their virginity by reason of some kind of oath or religious belief. I’ve simply not met the right man to sleep with yet, that’s it. Stacy says that I compare all the men I meet to my father and that they probably never measure up to his memory… that this is the real reason why I haven’t allowed anyone to do bedroom gymnastics with me yet. Perhaps she’s right; perhaps I do expect the man who’s lucky enough one day to share my bed to be at least comparable to the man my father was. Would that be so wrong? Is it my fault that the guys I meet all seem childish, one-dimensional and boring?
I take out my hairbrush and pass it through my golden locks thoughtfully. My mind starts drifting to the last conversation I’d had with Stacy two nights ago.
“So, I wanted to tell you about this virgin auction they’re having at a secret mansion outside LA on the weekend,” Stacy had said as we opened our third bottle of champagne for the evening.
“A virgin auction?! That sounds… delicious and kind of dangerous! Just exactly what kind of auction is this?” I remember asking.
Stacy continued to tell me all about an auction which is held every couple of months at an undisclosed location outside LA and how a girl who is still a virgin can take part in it. The men bid, so to speak, on the virginity of the girls and the winning bidder gets to have sex with the girl he’d placed the winning bid on… and the girl gets to keep whatever money he’s bid on her.
I can still remember how my heart started beating inside my chest when she told me all about it. I immediately thought that the idea sounded thrilling, but way too ‘out there’ for me to take ever take part in something like that. We started talking about something else and I wouldn’t have given the whole virgin auction thing a second thought, except for the fact that I happened to start wondering just what kind of money the guys normally bid on the girls at the auction.
“By the way, just how high do the bids normally go at one of these auctions?” I asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.
“Oh, they normally go up to a couple of hundred thousand dollars,” Stacy sa
id nonchalantly and I thought, at first, that I’d heard her incorrectly.
“You must mean a couple of thousand dollars,” I tried to correct her. She looked at me with a grin and a seductive look and shook her head.
“No, I meant exactly what I said… a couple of hundred thousand dollars!” she laughed and that’s when the idea really started toying with my mind. I started thinking of all the things I could do with that kind of money. Perhaps I wouldn’t have to go and grovel before old men for a job any longer… Perhaps I could start my own business; perhaps even open that magazine I’ve always been dreaming off!
I look at myself again in the mirror and feel satisfied with the appearance of my hair. I pick up my blusher and apply generous amounts of it on my cheeks. Then I add some light blue eye shadow, mascara and then some eye liner to finish off the picture. I smile at myself and feel fairly satisfied with what I see. I’ll never be able to tell whether I’m really as gorgeous as most men say I am, but I do know that this look works for me and all that is left now is for me to choose an outfit for the evening.
But before I can walk over to my closet to start fumbling through my clothes, my eye catches a glimpse of a piece of pink rubber protruding from underneath the panties in my second drawer. Without thinking, I reach over and remove my favorite dildo from its hiding place… well not exactly hiding place, seeing as I keep it there for easy access more than anything else.