Chapter 33
Jana
Wakingup like this should be illegal. I mean really, what could be better than to be woken up by the warm body of a Grecian godlike man, calloused hands that knew just how to touch, a scruff that added just a touch of sexy roughness as he licked you until you came out of your mind, only for him to surround you before he possessed you mind, body, and soul?
“I love it when you do that thing that you do, with that other thing I like.” I grinned as Brycen took my mouth, making me moan at the taste of me mixed with his sultry flavor.
Smirking down as he settled between my legs, giving me some of his weight, he said, “Oh yeah?”
Nodding, I added, “Yeah, but as much as I love you waking me with your mouth on my pussy, I’d much rather have?—”
“This?” The bugger cut me off by thrusting himself in, deep and hard, making me arch into him. I couldn’t hold back the moan as he rotated his hips, grinding his pelvis against mine. “Is this what you’d rather have?”
Generating a hiss from him as I clenched my muscles to tighten my pussy’s grip on his length, I bit my lip, then said, “Yeah, and I’m glad I’m the only one who gets you like this.”
Upon my moving in two weeks ago, Brycen and I have been inseparable, but we’d also had a talk about deeper things—things we wanted for ourselves, for us…out of life. I suppose that’s what happened when you stared death in the face. And that face had been Carson Platt. Needless to say, we’d vetoed the condoms.
“Fuck, baby, do that again,” Brycen growled into the side of my neck, and I tightened that special set of muscles around him again. “Ungh. Christ, you’re heaven.”
Next thing I knew, he’d rolled us over so he lay on his back with me straddling him, never disconnecting our intimate bond.
It wasn’t until I’d sat up and put my hands on Brycen’s chest for leverage that I noticed it—white, large, shiny—beautiful. And on a very special finger I might add.
Sexy time forgotten for the moment; my heart stuttered as I struggled to stave off the tears that burned behind my eyes.
“Brycen,” I whispered, my eyes meeting his gaze once I’d managed to pull them away from the sparkle that adorned my hand.
“You said you’d say yes whenever I asked,” he whispered back as he did an ab curl to sit upright, cupping my face before pressing his lips against mine in a tender manner. “And I don’t want to wait any longer to show the world I’m hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you. Marry me because you love me. Marry me because I can’t live without you. Marry me because I’ll live my life making your dreams come true like you’re making mine, every damn day.” I hiccupped through my tears as he smiled, his eyes filled with tears of his own and so much sincerity. “Marry me because life without you isn’t even existing. I’ve lived it for nearly five goddamn days and four nights, and it damn well nearly killed me. We don’t know how long we have in this lifetime, and I’m done waiting when there’s something I can do—that we can do together—to make life as beautiful as it ought to be. Be my wife.”
Cupping his cheeks with my hands, here he was, bare in more ways than us being skin-to-skin. He’d opened his heart to me like so many other times since we’d met and repaired all of the fractures in mine.
Brycen grinned wide, and although delayed in speaking my intent, my head was nodding as I told him my answer. “I would be honored, Brycen Matthews.”
On a loud hoot, he crashed his lips to mine for an all-too-brief kiss. “I love you, Janice Elway, soon-to-be, Matthews.” His eyes darkened with telltale lust the moment I clenched on his cock.
“I love you too, so get ready, I’m about to love on you a whole hell of a lot more, Mr. Matthews.” I bit at his scruffy chin as he laughed, which then necessitated my dipping my tongue in one of those delectable dimples of his.
Brycen
She’d said yes.
Then she’d said I do.
And four months to the day since we’d met, the motherfucking world exploded around me—bringing things into a rose-colored perspective.
Surrounded by those we loved most—family and friends alike—during a backyard barbecue, I held my entire world in my arms, feeling blessed beyond belief.
“P-pregnant?” Eloise and Mom said at once as I stared down at my wife of two months, absolutely flummoxed.
Jana’s eyes were solely on mine as she nodded her answer at the same question our moms had asked aloud, which shone in my eyes.
“Real—” I cleared my throat, swallowing the lump of elation mixed with subtle panic down and tried again. “Really?”
“Mm-hmm.” She smiled wide, reaching behind her to grab my hand, then brought it down so my palm covered her belly, both her hands covering it as her eyes shimmered. “You ready for this, Daddy?”
Was I ready?
Hell to the yes, I was ready.
Terrified, yes.
Elated, sure.
Excited, beyond a doubt.
It was only natural when I pulled back after kissing the fuck out of my wife, Reina Boudreaux, MD had to open her mouth and say, “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how they got where they’re at.”
Hoots and hollers followed, and there, in the middle of our backyard, surrounded by love and laughter, is when I knew I’d finally found the peace that had so long eluded me.
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