“Yeah?” I love the way Josh sees me as a fully formed person. Not just as an ex-stepsister, not just a woman he wants to sleep with, but me —January Jones, a girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, a girl who doesn't usually wear much else. A girl who's loved him since forever. “Make love to me,” I tell him, “the way I always dreamed about.”
He smiles, bringing his mouth to my lips, my eyes close as I savor the moment -- breathing him in. He smells like the desert. He reminds me of sunshine and heat and sweat. He smells and feels like a man — like my man — and I breathe him in as he kisses my lips, my neck, my ears, my nose.
He gazes into my eyes. “I love you, January Jones.”
I smile. I'm hardly able to believe how lucky I am to be here on New Year's Eve. I don't need a party with confetti and champagne. I only need this — the one man who completes me.
I run my hands over his cock. The thickness and length are unbelievably large. I have no idea how he's going to fit inside of me, but God, I want him to try. I open my legs for him, and he begins to ease himself inside of me. I close my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck, knowing it's going to hurt.
He begins to fill me, and somehow, it's not the sort of pain I expected. It is both softer and deeper and more profoundly beautiful.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, you're taking me where I want to go.”
It's true. As simple as it is, my family has money, a mansion. I can have any job I want in the world. I could go shopping every day, or I could make a fancy line of designer underwear. I know how lucky I am. How, materialistically, there's nothing I desire that I can't have. I know that's not fair. I know it's not everyone's story, but for some reason, it's mine.
But I learned something today, something I've always known deep in my heart. As Josh begins to fill me up and as my legs wrap around his firm body, his strong, muscular body, I know it more truly than ever before.
Money can't buy happiness. But love can.
Love is happiness, and happiness is love. It's cheesy, but it's true.
And my love is no longer unrequited. “I love you, Josh,” I whisper as he fills me up, my pussy stretching to take him, and somehow, I do. My heart expands and my body opens, and he is inside of me.
I moan in pleasure as my body wraps around him as tight as it can. He holds me close, cradles me in his arms, and I feel small, and I feel perfect. I feel like I am his.
So many people don't understand me. They judge me, taking in my tiny dresses and my big tits and make assumptions, but not Josh, never. Josh has always seen me as I am.
“I love you,” I whisper as he fucks me, tears filling my eyes, love pouring from my heart.
We roll over, and I straddle him. I've never done this before, but it feels like I've done it a million times because I pictured this moment as I've gone to sleep since I was fifteen years old. I've imagined this — riding him, taking him, being filled by loving him— deeper and deeper as far as we can go.
“Oh, God,” I moan. My core melts, my heart pounds, my fingers find his and I lace them together. I hold on tight.
“It's okay, Princess. I’m here,” he says.
I swivel my hips, my juicy cunt dripping against him, his cock slick with my come. I fuck him, and he fucks me, and God, it feels good. “Oh, Josh,” I moan. “It’s all so much.”
“Oh, Princess, I’ve got you.”
And I know he does. I come hard against him, and he is so fucking close to coming inside of me. I feel it. His cock throbs, and my pussy walls are so hot and ready to take him.
I kiss him, and he kisses me back. Our lips part and our tongues collide. I breathe him in. He fucks me. God, it feels so good. I never want it to stop.
“I want this forever,” I whimper.
“You have me, Princess. I'm not going anywhere.”
I believe him. How could I not? He is my first, and he is going to be my last.He groans as he comes inside of me, and I moan as I come too. It’s perfection. His seed is hot and thick, and I feel it filling me.
I close my eyes, memorizing the moment, the feeling, and the sensation of his warmth inside of me. It feels so good. As good as it tasted when I swallowed his seed. Even now, my pussy drips, wanting more, wanting his cock in my mouth, or pressed tightly against my tits. I want Josh to come all over me, over my entire body, to coat me in his very essence. I want Josh to take me until I can't be taken anymore.
“Oh, God,” I moan, my mouth dry as I breathe his name. I inhale his unique scent, and go back to kissing him, tasting him. I want more. I want everything.
“I have you,” he tells me again, holding me tightly.
I roll on my back and he leans over me, so strong and sure — Josh, my ex-stepbrother, and the love of my goddamn life.
“That felt so good,” I say, a giddy rush of euphoria sweeping over me. My skin is hot, and my eyes glazed. Heaven is what this is.
“It’s the perfect start to a new year,” he says, and I smile — Dizzy with delight. “God, I love you, January,” he says, kissing me all over again.
“I love you too, Josh,” I say — and then, we hear the front door open, a loud voice calling out our names.
“January? Josh? Where are you?”
My eyes widen.
Oh shit. Dad’s home.
Chapter Nine
Josh
The look of panic on her face gives me pause. My cock is still deep inside her pussy. We're both still shaking from orgasms that rocked our goddamn world, and her father is in his house. Here. Shit.
“Oh, crap,” she says. “Josh, I knew this was...” Her hands cover her face.
I feel my heart break, then crash. It’s ripped in two.
I pull her hands from her face. “Was what?” I ask. “A mistake?” The thought makes my whole world shatter.
“God. No!” she says. She looks at me, shaking her head, taking my face in her hands. “No, Josh. I knew this was going to be complicated.” She smiles. “But I'm not scared of complicated.”
“No?” I ask, smiling. “Thank God. For a second there, I thought I'd lost you.”
“Lost me?” January laughs. “Oh, honey. We're just getting started.”
I wrap my arms around her. “This is why I fell in love with you,” I tell her even though I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. “It’s your confidence that turns me on. God, it's so fucking sexy.”
She laughs. “You are crazy. And we’re about to be in a compromising situation. Go find a towel,” she says, pointing to her en suite bathroom.
I jump out of bed and get myself in the bathroom, reaching for a towel as I hear her bedroom door creak open. I pause, knowing this is the moment of no return.
Her father is going to see me in her bedroom, practically naked. Both of us clearly fucked. There's no going back. This man I admire who gave me my first job, my first chance, who taught me that life was about family, and about taking care of the ones you love, is about to find me here.
He's been a role model to me, and part of me is scared that he won't accept me as more than his ex-stepson. And God, how I want to be more than that in his eyes.
I want to be his son-in-law.
I know it's going to be tricky, but I step into the bedroom anyhow, not wanting January to take the heat all on her own. When I enter her room, her father looks at me with narrowed eyes and his jaw firmly set. January has a sheet wrapped around her body. Our clothes are strewn haphazardly around the bedroom. It's obvious what's happened here.
Her father looks between us, one then the other and back again. It’s plain to him what we’ve been doing. There is no reason for us to set the score.
“Dad,” January says. “I have to tell you something. I'm — “
I step forward, and Maxwell's eyes meet mine. “I don't know what you're thinking right now,” I tell him, “but I can tell you what I'm thinking.”
“And what's that?” Maxwell asks calmly, collectedly, and without shouting. He's not fuming.
His fists are clenched, though, and so is his jaw.
“I’m thinking that this isn't the way I planned on asking for your daughter's hand in marriage.”
January gasps, covering her mouth, clutching the sheet to her body. “Josh, really?”
I stepped toward both her and her father. “Yes. I love you, January, and I want to love you for the rest of my life. I don't want a girlfriend. What we have, it's too big for that. I want marriage. I want a wife. I want a ring. I want a goddamn baby and a baby carriage.”
“Son,” Maxwell says. “She's only twenty.”
“And how old were you when you married her mother?” I ask, knowing I’m walking on sacred ground.
That makes him pause. His eyebrows rise.
“Look,” I say. “This isn't anything a father ever wants to see, and I'm sorry for that,” I tell him plainly, but we're all adults here, and I love January and while I know this is unconventional — “
“Fuck convention,” Maxwell interrupts. “I just want my little girl to be happy.”
“I am, Dad,” she says. “I've loved Josh for so long, and he's loved me just as long.”
“Is that true, son?” he asks me.
I nod solemnly. “I love January with all my heart, with all my soul. I want to marry her. I want her to be my bride.”
Maxwell grunts. “Get dressed. Both of you meet me downstairs. I just came back to change for tonight’s party.” He shakes his head. “Never in a million years did I think…” braking off as he turns on his heel and leaves quickly. I have no idea what's going to happen next.
January doesn't seem to either because tears fill her perfect blue eyes. I step toward her. “Don't cry,” I say. “We're not going anywhere. You’re mine now, Princess.”
“I love you, Josh, and I want to marry you. But I'm scared my dad's going to get angry or say no.”
“Shhh, whatever happens next, we'll get through it together.” Then I smile. “Did you just agree to marry me?”
She smiles. “So, that proposal was genuine?” she asks.
“Yes. Every last bit of it.”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “I don't even know where you live, Josh,” she says.
“I live in the desert.”
“The desert is pretty big.”
“I live out by Joshua Tree,” I clarify.
She laughs. “Josh, you live at Joshua Tree? A little on the nose, isn't it?”
“Maybe,” I say with a smile, “but it's empty out there. Could swallow me whole.”
“That's what you want?” she asks, frowning. “To be swallowed up?”
“No,” I say. “Not like you're thinking, but you know your line of underwear, Unrequited Love, how you describe that as being how you felt? Well, for me, the desert was the only place I could manage, where I could cope. It was empty and desolate just like I felt because a world without you in it wasn't what I wanted to live in.”
“Oh, Josh, I never want you to feel that way again,” she says, wrapping her arms around me, the sheet falling from her body.
I laugh, amazed at the fact that she is pressing her sweet body and her lush curves against my bare skin. I am amazed that this is my life now. Or rather, our life. She is mine. My towel falls, exposing how hard my cock is and God, how much I want her. I want her so fucking badly, but not now.
“We need to get dressed,” I say. January nods, and without a word, we both wash ourselves up and pull on our clothing. Then I take her hand, and we walk down the long staircase to the living room.
Her father is waiting, with a stern look, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He walks toward us, the ice clinking as he takes a sip, watching us both carefully.
“What are you thinking, Dad?” January finally asks. “I can't bear it. What is going through your mind right now?”
“A few things,” he says. “One, I'm thinking about what it's going to be like on your wedding day. How the hell am I'm supposed to give my little girl away?” Tears fill Maxwell's eyes, and he stifles a cry.
“January,” he continues, “you're my heart and soul. You know that. So, I'm thinking about you wearing a wedding gown, marrying this man right here and I think I can't picture a happier day. A marriage I couldn’t more easily get behind. I love Josh like a son, and to see you two together…” Maxwell shakes his head. “It's more than any man could ever imagine or ever dream of for his daughter.”
He pulls out something from his pocket. “Josh, I give you my blessing, but I also give you January’s mother's ring. January gasps as her father hands me a diamond ring.
The ring itself is gorgeous. The diamond is easily six carats, a bright solitaire.
“Oh, Dad!” she says, wrapping her arms around her dad.
“I will do you proud,” I tell him. “I give you my word,” I say. Then taking the ring from his hand, I get down on my knee before January. “Marry me, January. Be my wife. Let's start the new year, hell, a new decade, together.”
She nods beaming. “Of course, I'll marry you,” she says.
I take her hand, and I slip the ring on her finger. And just like that, we've made a promise. One I know we will always keep.
“I love you,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms.
Tomorrow is the start of a new year, but really, it's the perfect start of the rest of our lives.
Epilogue 1:
January
One year later….
It's New Year's Eve, and this year, I’m not filled with nerves about giving my father a sales pitch. No. This year I'm filled with nerves about something else.
Josh walks into the kitchen, the one we stood in a year ago before our lives changed forever. I was drinking an Italian soda, and he had a vodka soda, our Taco Bell feast forgotten.
Only it's our mansion now, not my father's. He moved out, after gifting us the home I grew up in as a wedding present.
“Feeling alright, Princess?” Josh asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, his palms pressed against my belly. It's a huge one.
I’m not exaggerating. I'm twenty-one now, so sure, I'm older and wiser, but I'm also about to become a mother. Our baby is going to be born any day.
“I’m okay,” I say, “but I keep feeling like something's about to happen.”
Josh laughs, turning me around and looking deep into my eyes. “Something is going to happen, January. Something's going to happen soon. We're going to have this baby. We’re going to be parents and—”
I smile up at him. “And we're going to live happily ever after.”
He smiles. “Princess, that's a given. I was going to say we're going to be sleep-deprived.”
I laugh. “And sex-deprived. I hear you can’t have any hanky-panky for eight weeks after a baby is born.”
“I read that too.” He kisses me tenderly.
“Well, then what are we waiting for?” I ask. “We might as well enjoy ourselves before everything changes.”
Josh chuckles, and I take his hand, leading him up to our bedroom. We have remodeled my old room into the master suite. I felt odd about sleeping in my parents' old bedroom, so now we have the largest room in the house. It's still pink, still canopied, and still looks like a candy shop.
Josh doesn't mind. When we did the renovations, he made sure I had a second closet, one just for my lingerie.
“I want to see what you're wearing,” he says, lifting the hem of my dress.
Every day it's a surprise. I have so many pieces in my collection now in so many colors and variety. My lingerie line has gone gangbusters this year, and I've even opened three boutiques in addition to my online shop. There are dozens of people working on my panties and bras now.
“So, what do you think of this?” I ask as I spin for him. I'm in a bright red thong that is teeny tiny. I bend over, showing him my ass.
He walks toward me, groaning as he squeezes my cheeks. “God, Princess, you look so good.”
“You think?” I ask, turning my head over my shoul
der.
“I know,” he says.
I face him and wrap my arms around his neck. My tits are huge since I've become pregnant, my belly is between us, and he leans down and kisses my globes before unclasping the bra from the center. It's red and velvet. Luxurious.
“I just made this bra this week. I think I’m going to sell these next year for Christmas,” I tell him. “I’m going to call them ‘red velvet cake.’”
“That is the perfect name,” he says, “now can I take a look at your frosting?”
I laugh as he leads me to the bed, laying me down on my back. He draws himself between my legs and dips his head to my pussy. He begins to lick my folds, taking his time to care for me as I squirm beneath him. Every time he does this, my body revels in his caresses, the attention, and I can’t help but climax quickly. I’m so wet for him, and I want him so badly. He knows it. He pulls out his cock and I watch as he strokes himself, dipping a finger to my cunt.
“I just need you in me,” I say, rolling over onto my hands and knees. “Don’t make me wait, please.”
“Okay, Princess,” he says, running his hand over my slit. Right now, it’s the best position to have sex. Every other position is too awkward since I'm nine months pregnant.
When Josh fills me up, I moan in pleasure. The fullness of him sends delight running over me, my skin is on fire, my spine straightens, and my heart pounds. God. It feels good to be taken by the love of my life.
“You’re so tight,” he says, “so Goddamn tight,” he grunts as he fills me up with his cock, inch by inch, his long steel rod so perfectly made for my sweet pussy. “That feel good?”
I whimper my agreement as he runs his hands over my skin. “I feel so good,” I tell him. “So, so… oh God,” I moan, coming hard against his cock. It doesn't take me long. I've been so horny in the last few weeks, so desperate for him, wanting him to take me every chance we get.
“Everything about you is so fucking perfect,” he says. “Damn,” he groans, coming hard in my cunt.
For a moment, I wish I wasn't pregnant because I'd want him to get me pregnant again. That's how hot he is. How much I love his come filling me up. My tits bounce. As he takes me the way I crave, I lean on my arms, relishing each thrust, my pussy dripping with my desire for him as his thickness fills me.
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