Her hand reaches back and she slaps it to her ass cheek and grabs ahold tight while thrusting back against me.
"You're damn right, Lumber-Jack. Now fuck my ass," she demands. "Sir," she quietly moans and I don't deny her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
THE BEST IDEA I'VE EVER HAD
JENNY
I hear the Flight attendant start telling everyone to return their seats to an upright position and open my eyes. God, has it already been three hours? I must have fallen asleep as soon as the plane took off, because I don't remember anything. I've been so damn tired lately with staying up late talking to Jack, working my ass off to catch up on patients, and then the calls from the city began two days ago so I've been too busy worrying about my building amongst everything else that sleep really hasn't come easily.
Apparently they have to check the building for asbestos since the adjoining practice is doing renovations. Apparently that shit causes cancer. According to them, if it's found and there's knowledge of it, I'm going to have to pay an arm and a leg to remove it.
Fuck that.
On top of everything else, all I've been wanting to do lately is Skype Jack while he's at Liam's house so I can see my little niece. She's so perfect, and I just want to snuggle her and hold her and love her. I never wanted to do that much with Able. I love him just the same, but the urge to really be around a baby never really hit until… well… recently.
The minute the plane touches down I'm already prepared to get off this death trap. Me and planes don't mix well. Anything that flies, really. Not happening.
Jack's meeting me here, and as soon as I head down the terminal exit I see him and take off for a full run. Jesus, he's so sexy. Even in the middle of Vegas in his Rise Against t-shirt and jeans, completely laid back, he's the most beautiful, sexy man I've ever laid eyes on. And he's all mine.
Fuck I've missed him.
"Hey, you!" I say running into his arms.
Hugging him tightly I go to my tiptoes and admire the love of my life. He got a hair cut and trimmed his beard a little since last time. So damn handsome, and so damn fuckable, and goddammit all I want to do is screw him in the middle of the airport… I don't even care if anyone watches. I've missed him that much.
"Hey to you too," he whispers on my lips. "I've missed you like crazy these last few weeks," he groans then takes my ass in his hands and squeezes. "I've missed this too."
I laugh and slap him away. As much as I want to, I can't fuck him in the middle of the airport.
"How's my baby?" I ask, referring to Cupcake.
"Good. Able is excited to have a dog all week. I think Liam's a little peeved about it, having the new baby and all, but he'll get over it." He grins.
"I love you so much," I say then kiss him again. "Come on, our car should be waiting." I latch onto his hand and never want to let go.
After grabbing our luggage for the week and finding our driver, we're dropped off at the hotel and are able to check into our room. The car ride is torture being so close to him yet not being able to touch parts of him that I've been wanting to touch for weeks now. Before the room door even closes I'm on him. As soon as our lips collide he flips me and pushes me against the wall, running his hands down my sides, over my ass, and down my legs, trailing kisses on my neck. His hands find the hem of my shirt and he pulls it over my head, then takes my hands and clasps them over my head on the wall.
Fuck that's hot.
Leaning in, his mouth so close to my ear I hear his breath hitch as I push my ass against his growing erection.
"Don't move your hands, sweetheart. I've missed this ass so fucking much," he growls slowly letting go of my hands as he bites down on my ear. "These need to go." His fingers slip in the waistband of my shorts and he pushes them down then quickly slaps my ass.
"Ah," I gasp as the sting.
The way he squeezes after the slap makes me so hot for him I can practically feel my juices starting to drip.
"Fuck me, Jack," I moan trying my hardest to remember not to move my hands.
"Show me your sweet ass, baby." He gently pulls my hips up.
I bend slightly, presenting my ass to him as his hands roam over my body and he curses low, slapping the other cheek just as hard as the first.
"Good girl," he growls then his fingers find my wet slit and slides inside me.
I moan pushing onto his hand. I'm wound so tight that if he doesn't watch it I'll be coming just from this. When he takes my juices and slides them back to my ass I purr, lifting my ass a little more for him. Looking over my shoulder, not moving my hands from the wall, I see him glance at me as he pushes his thumb in my ass.
"Like that?" His voice is so deep, so full of lust, and all I can do is moan and close my eyes as he plays with my ass. "Goddammit, Jenny."
The sound of his zipper fills my ears followed by his pants hitting the floor. I want to reach back and grab him, but I remember my rules.
Don't move my hands.
I feel him enter me, my walls clenching around him, his thumb still playing my ass. Every part of me lights up with need for him. He pulls out from both holes at the same time and I moan wiggling my hips for him. It's not long before I feel him pushing against my ass and I grin, slowly pushing back on him. It's slow and slightly painful, yet so beautifully erotic that when he's fully inside me I don't want to move. I want him in me, filling me, fucking me. Just from this I feel like I could come.
"Brace yourself, sweetheart," his deep voice makes everything in my body purr for him.
He pulls out slowly, letting me feel every ridge of his thick length, then sets a rhythm that has me on edge within minutes.
"Fuck, Jack," I moan when he reaches around and starts playing with my clit.
"Come for be, baby," he whispers in my ear pulling out as far as he can without leaving me, then pushing slowly back in.
All the way.
When he pinches my clit, I feel my orgasm begin to explode and right as I scream out he pulls out and plays with my ass, gently massaging it while his other hand comes to my neck and squeezes.
Fuck!
He's attacking all of my senses, making them heighten even more until I'm screaming and shaking from the best orgasm I think I've ever had.
"Fuck," he grunts as he holds onto my shoulder, pushing me back 0nto him. I feel his growl in his entire body as he releases inside me. "Goddammit, woman. I've been waiting weeks to do that to you. That's too damn long," he pants as he turns me around and crushes his lips to mine.
"So fucking long," I manage to whisper, still coming down from my orgasm.
The rest of the evening is spent much like that. We find many different ways to fuck in the shower and bed, as well as the desk, floor, and window. It's midnight before we pass out from pure exhaustion, our sweaty bodies intertwined in one another, completely content.
***
By Friday evening I'm fairly certain we've explored every inch of each other's body three times over, only stopping for food, drinks, and one shopping trip that I couldn't pass up. There've been some meetings and whatnot during the week, but the big award banquet is tonight and I'm actually nervous about it. I know I'm expected to get up and talk, but I'm so tired from lack of sleep this past week that I just want to nap. Oh, it doesn't help I didn't prepare my speech. I'm just gonna wing it.
Jack looks even more sexy than usual in his three piece suit and tie. Dark gray, crisp white shirt underneath. I think the only time I've ever seen him this dressed up was the night of Liam and Ry's wedding, and I was so drunk then I barely remember the color of his suit.
"Can't we just skip this boring thing and stay here?" I whisper fixing his collar.
"No. I'm excited to see my girl get this award. This is huge, Jenny. There's time for all of that afterwards." He pushes his lips gently to my forehead. "So damn proud of you," he says hugging me tightly.
"Fine. Let's get this over with," I huff grabbing my purse and heading out the door.
L
uckily the ceremony is in the hotel we're staying in so it doesn't take us long to get inside and find our table. Looking at the lineup, my award isn't listed until the very end of the night, and there's a whole lot of old people going ahead of me.
Shit.
I try to fill up on food and drinks but by the time the fourth speaker walks to the pedestal, I feel my eyes getting heavy.
"Babe, you good?" I hear Jack whisper as his hand rests on my back.
"Yep." I smile at him, returning my gaze to the podium.
God, this is so boring.
I prop my arm on the table and rest my head on it. Just a little rest. I'll listen. My eyes can rest.
So sleepy.…
"Jenny," his voice in my ear makes me grin and moan. "Jenny," he says again a little louder.
"What?"
"Babe, it's your turn."
"No, no it's not. I'm still four speakers away. I'm good," I moan opening my eyes and notice the room has gone silent.
"Sweetheart, you fell asleep," Jack whispers, a grin trying not to escape on his beautiful face.
Fuck!
I thought that dream was too good to be true, what with the huge house in the countryside and little kids running around in my front yard.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"I slept?!" I start to panic when I see the speaker at the podium grinning at me. I turn to Jack, eyes wide, and glare at him. "You let me fall asleep?!" I hiss poking his chest as he barks out a laugh.
"Babe, your back was to me, you were watching the podium. I didn't know any different!" He laughs and helps me out of my chair. "Go get 'em, Tiger. You're the hottest one in this room tonight, who cares if you took a nap."
"I was resting my eyes!" I whine when he presses his lips against mine.
"Okay. Fine. Resting eyes. Either way, you're up." He turns me to the podium.
Well, I guess I can't fail any more at this damn thing. Time to rock the acceptance speech.
***
Two hours later and it's getting close to ten p.m. before we're finally free of that place. I love Vegas, but that was the most boring thing I've ever experienced. Sure, I'm crazy excited for the award, but who would've thought the other award winners would be mostly old men who have been in the practice way longer than I. I'm flattered I was chosen for my state, but God that was terrible.
Walking outside, I take a breath and see Jack taking his jacket off and loosening up his tie. He's so fucking sexy, even when he's not trying. It's not fair really. I watch him and remember the dream I was having before he woke me. We were married, kids running around the front yard of our large house out in the countryside. We had two dogs, he had a horse… it's all really kind of strange that my mind would go there, but it did.
And now I can't stop thinking about marrying him.
I mean, why the hell wouldn't I want to? He's beautiful, he's perfect to me; I deserve someone as wonderful as he is. I love him.
And then the most brilliant idea I've ever had comes to mind.
"Let's get married!" The thought that just popped into my head spews out of my mouth faster than I'm able to process it, and by the look on Jack's face I probably should've thought a little more before spilling that one on him.
With a quirked eyebrow he asks, "Are you drunk?"
"Nope! Are you?" I ask wide eyed.
Shit, he can't marry me when he's drunk!
"Uh... no," he answers watching me curiously.
"I love you, Jack. I know it's going to eventually be in the cards, right? So wouldn't it be amazing if we just got all of the stress and shit out of the way? Vegas is the perfect place to get hitched!" I'm not really sure what I'm saying, and no I'm not drunk.
Two glasses of wine doesn't constitute as drunk, but I know that I love him. I know my parents are assholes and my sister is a cunt whore, neither of which deserve to ever be at my wedding. I know that his family would make me want to murder something if I had to go through planning a wedding with them.
"Why not Vegas, babe?!"
"Um." He rubs his beard like he does when he's nervous or over thinking something so I grab his hand.
"You wanna marry me, right, Jack?" I whisper taking his hand and pulling him a little closer to me. He grunts, so I grin and go on. "Why should we wait and go through all the stress and dumb shit while planning a wedding? I love you, Lumber-Jack. I know you're the man for me, as insane as that sounds coming from my mouth. I know I'm the one for you, so why wait? What's worth waiting for?"
Babies. Babies are worth waiting for, but lately even the thought of that hasn't freaked me out as much as it used to.
I take his hand and kiss his knuckles as he watches me intently.
"I... I want to marry you." A small smirk pulls at his lips as I see the idea growing on him. "But I want to give you that wedding that women dream about, sweetheart." He eyes me speculatively.
"Babe, I'm not like most girls, if you haven't realized. I never fantasized about a dream wedding." I reach up on my tiptoes kissing his cheek. "I never planned it out, or had a notebook, or knew the colors or any of that shit," I whisper kissing his other cheek. "I never wanted this, but now I can't think of a life without you in it. Now I want this, about as much as I want you. I know you do too, babe." I rest my hands on his shoulders and look him square in the eyes. "What're you afraid of?"
His brown eyes stare into mine like he's looking straight into my soul? Brain? Head? This intense look speaks on volumes that he wouldn't even have to verbally answer me right now.
"Nothing," he says pushing me back a step then he's down on one knee holding my hands. "Jennifer Elizabeth Bang, will you be my wife?" He glances at my hand. "I'll buy you a ring later," he quietly says.
"I'm fairly certain I just asked you that, sir." I grin and cock an eyebrow at him, trying not to start laughing.
Fuck, he's REALLY proposing! As in, really down on one knee in front of me! Shit! How fucking hot is this!?
"Yeah, I know, baby, but the man has to do it. I'm the man, you're the woman, answer the damn question," he says with irritation and I can't help but glance around at the crowd we're drawing.
"Hmm.…" I tap my chin and pretend to be thinking. I love how much he's starting to squirm. "I don't know—"
"Jenny," he says with a warning in his tone.
"Fine, FINE! Of course I'll marry you, my Lumber-Jack!" I say a little louder than probably needed.
With a growl he gets to his feet and lifts me in the air while his mouth lands on mine. The crowd around us begins to clap and 'aw's fill the air while I kiss the man I love, the man I'm about to marry. I'll be Jenny Lumber-Jack Bang... Reed... Bang? Jenny Lumber-Jack? Hmmm. I'll deal with that later.
"Can Elvis marry us?!" I laugh as he spins me around.
Kissing me again, he sets me on my feet and takes my face in his hands. Staring into those beautiful brown eyes, my smile widens as adrenaline pumps through my system.
My husband! He's going to be my husband!
"Baby, I don't care if a clown married us right now. I just want you to become Jenny Reed."
"Oh…. Um." Backing away I look anywhere else but him.
"What? You don't want to take my last name?"
Do I? I've made a name for myself with my last name. I love my last name. It's part of me. It's who I am.
Then it hits.
"OR! Oh, Jack! OR! You could be Jack Bang! How cool does that sound?!" I yell hopping up and down in my spot because it's just the most brilliant idea I've ever had.
His brows scrunch and he studies me for a long time and I know I'm going to have to back down.
"Jack Bang?" He starts to laugh a deep, rich laugh as he throws his head back. "This is why I love you." He grabs me and kisses me. "Jack Bang it is, sweetheart."
Oh my fuck! Oh sweet Jesus he really went for it. He really is going to take my last name. Do guys do that? Isn't that going to make him seem like a pussy? Fuck! Oh god, no one's ever going to let him live that down!
&nbs
p; Then again... fuck 'em! Hater's gonna hate!
"Let's do this, babe!!" I holler, still unable to control my excitement.
"Rings," he blurts. "They'll have rings there, right? That's the kind of shit that happens in Vegas. Hell the chapel is probably attached to a pawn shop." He laughs and I glance at him unable to believe he's so light hearted right now.
My Jack is usually level headed and constantly thinking every bit through.
"Can we get one from the Pawn Stars shop?!" I blurt, not really caring but I just want to see his reaction.
"Shit yes you can!" he bellows and I almost recoil because this is nothing like Jack, but he's grinning, laughing and I think I made him the happiest man on earth with this insane idea to get married.
God, I love this man.
"Okay, so then let's get to it!" Grabbing his hand I start pulling him toward the street.
Cab. We need a cab. We need a church. I need something other than work clothes. I need a veil, right? Do I need all these things?
"Hey." He wiggles my hand and I look over at him; he's kind of a blur right now. "Sweetheart." He kisses my hand. "You're not taking this back, are you?" He's grinning and starts to laugh that deep laugh again. "This is the best idea I think we'll ever have, baby. Until we have kids. But this.…" He's nodding. "This is perfect. Damn, Jenny." He wraps me in his arms and starts kissing me over and over. "Take this off." He pulls at my suit jacket. "That." He nods eyeing my chest. "That's what I want my bride to wear." His mouth attacks my neck. "If it's Elvis marrying us, can we wear the sunglasses?" He laughs, grinning at me like a kid in a candy shop.
All I care about right now is making him stay this happy. My Lumber-Jack.
"Of course we can!"
We climb into a cab and about two blocks away pass the perfect chapel and I can't help but tell the cabbie to stop the car.
"That's it!" I tell Jack pointing to the white cottage with a bright Elvis neon light on the sign. "That's it, baby! That's our place! We have to use it!" I smile at him and raise my eyebrows waiting for a response.
When the smile spreads across his beautiful face, I know we no longer need the cab.
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