“If her boyfriend had been the same age, you’d find something to complain about. His job, his hair, his way of speaking. You know it’s true. You know there will always be something.”
Henry lets out a long sigh, but he can’t stop a smile from his own twitching lips. “You know, Tammy, sometimes you drive me insane. Fine, fine, you’re right. Maybe this is about me not wanting Kelly to grow up. Is that so bad?”
“But that’s the thing, Dad,” Kelly says, her passion a live sizzling thing in the air. “Think about how bad this could’ve been.”
“What do you mean?”
“She means she could’ve had some spotty stoner disrespectful lowlife for a boyfriend,” Tamara says.
I can’t help but laugh at the fire in her voice, shaking my head as a smirk touches my lips. Henry snaps his gaze to me and holds it there for a moment, but when our eyes meet – as much as they can through Skype – and his own lips twitch into another smile.
“You’d better get used to this, Kane. The Jones women can be real firecrackers when they want to be.”
I know that already, I growl in my mind, my thoughts traveling back to the way Kelly twitched and vibrated for me. But obviously, that wouldn’t be appropriate to mention.
“Kane’s a veteran,” Tamara goes on. “He’s a good man. You heard what he did to keep his own daughter safe. He faked his own death. He disappeared. Think about how awful that would be – knowing that Kelly’s out there, convinced you’re dead, but there’s nothing you can do unless you’re willing to put her in danger. He did that for three years.”
“Am I right in thinking you’ve already made up your mind?” Henry asks with a wry smile.
“How did you guess?” Tamara says, giggling. “Yes, I’ll admit it. I don’t have a single problem with this. My only worry would’ve been Lena, but she’s told me she’s okay with it. She finds it a little strange, of course, but she’s okay. She’s ready to give it a try.”
Henry scratches his head. “We did turn out okay, didn’t we?”
Tamara places her hand on his arm. “I’d say we turned out better than okay. Meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me. And… and look at them, Henry. Can you really tell me they don’t remind you of us at their age?”
Technically, I am around Tamara’s age, but I know what she means. She’s talking about seeing their past selves reflected in me and Kelly – the versions of them when Tamara was twenty and Henry was in his forties.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Henry wraps his arm around Tamara and kisses her on the cheek. “You know they do. But it doesn’t mean a father can’t worry.”
“Sir, I swear to you I only have the best intentions with your daughter. In fact, if the ladies don’t mind, I’d like to have a private discussion with you about exactly that.”
His eyes flit to the camera lens, narrowing. “A discussion about the respect you have for Kelly?”
I feel Kelly’s eyes on me, burning and blazing as she fights the urge to ask me what I’m planning. She knows that the equilibrium we’ve reached is too precious to disturb with questions, but at the same time, I can feel her desire to know bubbling through her, making her so hot beside me that it’s difficult not to grab onto her thigh just to feel its burning tempting heat.
“Yes,” I tell Henry. “Exactly that.”
He nods slowly. “I think I understand what you’re saying. Tamara, do you mind?”
“Of course not. I need to see to dinner anyway. I love you, Kelly. And Kane…” She gives me a stern look, a you better take care of her look.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say.
She giggles and walks away, and then I turn to Kelly. “Do you mind?”
She arches her eyebrow and gives me a curious look, tilting her head, but then she stands and nods. “Sure. Of course.”
I fight the urge to follow her with my gaze as she walks away – the urge to snap my eyes to the way her hips move from side to side, the outline of her delicious ass in the summer dress, the dappling fabric driving me insane.
“So,” Henry says, once it’s just the two of us. “I take it you have a question to ask me.”
“Yes, sir. I do. The most important question of my life.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kelly
“Where are we going?” I yell over the sound of the speedboat, the reverberations of the water moving up through my body and making me tingle.
This morning I woke up to Kane staring down at me, a wide smirk on his lips. He had a wolfish glint in his eyes. My body still sore from the sex we had the night before, quiet and intimate as I sat atop him and felt his massive length pushing up inside of me.
I was stunned at the way I was able to sink down against him, sitting down until he was buried deep inside of me, taking the lead as I dug my fingernails into his chest until I felt like they were going to snap.
“I’m taking you somewhere,” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips along mine softly.
“Where?” I asked, my voice breathy from the contact, my heart light with the impossible reality of our starry situation, of Lena and Mom and Dad’s approval, of our future, suddenly opening up before us like the most inviting road in the world.
“Don’t ruin the surprise,” he said, his fingers dancing down my side and coming to rest possessively on my hips. “But it’s somewhere good, Kelly. Somewhere perfect.”
He turns to me now, completely calm despite the erratic juddering of the speedboat. He’s wearing a suit despite the sun, his watch glinting like a beacon from his massive wrist. Even the controls of the boat look tiny in his hands. Everything about him is so huge, it sets my body alight, my clit thrumming as the speedboat sends more and more vibrations through me.
“What did I say about ruining the surprise?”
I glare at him, but it sort of loses its effect when I’m smiling at the same time. He grins back, unfazed, as he speeds us around Malta – Valetta passing to our left, the slopped city watching us, the open ocean to our right, glittering and seemingly infinite. He takes us past the old fort and out into the open sea, everything glimmering for miles and miles around.
Finally, when Malta is becoming a small point behind us, I spot a larger boat on the horizon. It looks like a small yacht, lonely in the distance, but then it gets bigger and bigger the closer we get. By the time Kane guides the speedboat next to it, I realize it’s actually quite big.
“Why are we all the way out here?” I murmur.
“Why do you think?” Kane growls, reaching over and grabbing onto my thigh in that firm possessive way of his. “Out here you can moan as loud as you fucking want. I can fuck you ragged and roughly and there’s no escape for you… not that you’ll want to escape when you’re creaming down those thick luscious thighs of yours.”
He leads us next to the boat, to a metal ladder that leads to the deck.
“Need some help?”
He looms over me, his manhood the same height as my head, throwing my mind back to the first time I sucked on his throbbing cock and how new and exciting it felt. It was like jolting awake to find myself inside one of my fantasies, his carnal moans filling the air, telling me I was doing it just right.
“I should be okay…”
I giggle and scream in delight when he lifts me up and places me on the ladder. “Goddamn, I’ve got the best view in the world right here. Shake that ass as you climb. And don’t worry about falling. I’ll catch you. I’ll always catch you.”
Fire moves through me as I move up the ladder, doing as he says and swishing my hips from side to side.
Soon I’m at the top and I haul myself over.
The yacht is small and beautiful, with a hot tub on one side, a dining area on the upper deck, an inside section with a bar and seating and a large television mounted to the walls. It’s like a little slice of heaven.
“Like it?” Kane says, hopping over the railing and landing in a tight crouch, smirking as he swaggers over.
My eyes
are drawn to the easy way he moves, every muscle honed to animal perfection despite his size.
“It’s amazing,” I say. “Did you really bring me all this way just so I could moan for you though, hmm?”
“Maybe I want to hear you sing too.”
He grabs my shoulders and pulls me closer to him.
I gasp as our bodies crash together, as his hard torso presses against my breasts, my nipples tingling as he grinds against me. Our lips fuse and heat up and burn with passion, a whole torrent of it flaring around us as we sink deeper and deeper in the embrace.
“Goddamn, I love you so much,” he growls when we break the kiss off.
I let out a whimper and lean back in his embrace, confident he’ll always support me. He’ll never let me fall. “You what?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “I wasn’t supposed to say that here. Come on.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Come on. Or do I need to tell you I love you again to get you moving?”
Taking me by the hand, he leads me up the stairs to the upper deck. He wraps his arm around me and leads me to the edge, gesturing out at the open ocean, countless miles of glittering beauty.
“I wanted to tell you for the first time here,” he says, turning to me and taking my hands firmly in his. “Because it represents our future, Kelly. It represents how open it is, how bright, how full of potential it is. I know I sound cheesy as hell right now, but I don’t care. You’ve opened up parts of me I never even knew existed. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Tears sting my eyes and slide down my cheeks, my lips juddering and making speech impossible. I try to summon up words from deep inside of me. But all that comes out is a croak.
Finally, I pushed past the paralysis.
“I love you.” My chest tightens as the long-withheld words flutter into the summer air. “I love you so much, Kane. Oh, heck, I’m so glad you feel the same.”
“Of course I do,” he growls. “I love you more than I even knew a man like me could. After Lena’s mother… after I wasn’t able to feel anything for her, I wondered if I was a little broken if all that fighting had deadened something inside of me. But now I know. I wasn’t dead. I was waiting. Waiting for you, my perfect innocent gorgeous sassy singer, my Kelly, the love of my life.”
More tears spill down my cheeks as he lets go of my hands and falls to one knee, a smile playing at his lips. “Can you guess what I wanted to ask your father?”
For my hand in marriage, I try to say, but speech has become impossible again.
“Kelly Jones,” he says huskily, “before I saw you climb out of that taxi, I didn’t believe in destiny. I didn’t believe in fate or any of that stuff. But now I do. We belong together, so Kelly… my sweet Kelly…”
He clears his throat as though pushing away his nerves.
“Will you marry me?”
For a second I just stare, the tears streaming down my cheeks and the sea glittering all around me, as though I’m floating atop of pure heaven.
I stare down at the ring, the diamond large and full and glittering just like the sea, set within an elegant white gold band, every part of it perfect.
And then I push past the aching emotion and force the word out, the only word I could ever use in this situation.
“Yes,” I yell. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Yes?” he roars, leaping to his feet.
“Of course it’s a yes,” I tell him, giggling. “What other answer could it possibly be? I love you and I want to be with you.”
“Forever,” we say at the same time, as he takes my hand and slips the ring onto my finger.
I hold it to the sun, letting it catch some of the light.
“What do you think?” he asks as he moves his arm around me.
“It’s perfect, Kane. Just like you. Like us. Like what we have. Like everything we’re going to have.”
“I love you so much,” he snarls and then leans down to claim my lips.
I kiss him back, floating in the majesty of this moment. Everything sparkles and intense warmth moves through me, the sort of warmth that tells me happily ever afters really do exist.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Kane
I stare at the ceiling, at the darkness as I try to shift my body into something like comfort.
I’ve spent every single day since the proposal with my woman, moving through Europe together after we left Malta, getting my papers sorted so I could return to my life. I was with her when she saw her parents again, and then she moved into my apartment and we fused our lives together.
Something melted inside us both when we fell in love, the first sight of the other shattering through us.
Like shrapnel, like the IEDs we used to skirt around as we headed toward a fight. There were so many moments like that buried inside of me, and when I saw the love of my life step from the taxi they all melted away.
She says it’s the same for her, as her childish crush turned into a beautiful reality. And after we melted, we became solid again, goddamn whole, because we stayed close and loyal and dedicated.
We were together, always physically close so that I could reach out and palm that curvy spank-me ass whenever I wanted.
Fuck.
I’m getting hard on the night before our wedding, just thinking about her, staring at this dark hotel ceiling. My dick is solid and I bunch my hands into fists, but I can’t stop my thoughts.
A few nights ago – wearing that sexy silk lingerie she loves so much – she crawled to me across the bed, sticking her ass out behind her and shaking it from side to side. She leaned over and took me in her mouth, looking up at me with her wide not-so-naive eyes in that way I like.
Soon I had her on her back, crashing into that tight pink slit as she rubbed her clit. She creamed all down my cock. It was dripping down the edge of the bed, as she squirted over and over. I felt her hole tighten around my dick and then I exploded, reaching down and pushing those juicy big tits together as I filled her with my seed.
“I love you.” She gasped as we fell together, still squirting and vibrating as she spoke. “I love you so much.”
Her hole was kissing me as I thundered in deep, as I exploded, as all the sensation in my body went to the base of my shaft. Roaring and shouting like a fucking bear, I crushed her against the bed and buried my teeth in her shoulder.
“I love you,” I snarled, kissing softly, soothing the place I’d bitten.
We stayed like that for a long time, my woman pulled close to me.
But now we’ve decided to do this whole traditional thing, and it’s driving me crazy. My cock is too damn hard, throbbing in my boxers. I wonder if my horny fiancé is going through the same thing, her small hands pressed between her legs, her finger tickling that needy little clit… a clit that gets so fucking red and ready for me.
Planning the wedding was a hectic thing, arranging to come to Malta and have it in Valetta, at the top of the sloped street so we’d always remember the sea behind us – the same sea that filled us with so much hope for the future all those months ago. All those months. It’s only been three, but I feel like I’ve been fused to my woman for a lifetime.
Forever.
And I’m never letting go.
There’s only one downside. My young curvy woman hasn’t gotten pregnant yet. Every month we wait to hear the news, but nothing changes. Sometimes she gets this look in her eye, as though she’s scared of disappointing me. Or of me disappointing her.
I tell her to keep hope. It’s early days yet.
Knock-knock.
Sitting up, I glance across the hotel room at the door. There’s a light on in the bathroom and it throws a rectangle across the room, against the door.
“Kane?”
My heart starts to pound.
Stalking across the room, I pause at the door with a smirk on my face. “Yes? Hello?”
She giggles, such a sweet sound. She’s been singing ar
ound the apartment, little flourishes here and there sounds that make me want to listen to her forever. She’s quit her job and she’s taking classes, singing classes, and it shows even in her laughter.
“It’s me. Let me in.”
“I’m sorry.” I reach a hand up, putting it over my mouth as I try not to laugh. “I don’t know who you are.”
“You’re such a doofus. I can hear you laughing.”
“Doofus? Did you just call me a doofus?”
“Open the door.”
“Say please.” I chuckle.
“I won’t say please, but I will say I’m wearing your favorite—”
I throw the door open before she can finish the sentence.
Favorite panties. Favorite bra. Favorite dress.
Whatever my woman is wearing that has the word favorite in front of it, I want to see.
She gasps and giggles when I pull her into the room, closing the door behind her. She’s wearing a baggy T-shirt that covers her all the way to the knees, with her dark hair spilling down to her shoulders.
“I don’t recognize this.” I gesture to the T-shirt. It’s just a plain gray T-shirt. “Sorry, Kelly… Oh.”
She pulls the T-shirt off, revealing the silky red lingerie set I bought her a couple of weeks ago, with the red frills. Her big round breasts are pushed together and her thick thighs look even more delicious when they’re framing her tight slit contained in those panties.
“What are you doing?” I snarl and walk toward her, reaching down and grabbing onto her legs. I sink my fingers into her flesh, and then smooth around and squeeze her sweet ass cheeks together.
She whimpers as I reach around to her hole. She does it in a way that tells me she wants to say something, but she’s getting too needy and distracted by the pleasure.
“You horny thing,” I growl. “You couldn’t wait. Up against the wall and stick your ass out. Now.”
She whimpers and snaps to action like my obedient woman always does. I fall to my knees and slide my hands up her thighs, kissing toward that beautiful hole. It smells so goddamn good the closer I get, so tangy and juicy, stirring the animal inside me.
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