37. Thirty-Seven #2
I nod and release a surprised yelp when he lines himself up and pushes inside me so hard my head bangs into the wall.
“Oh my God, Jake,” I moan when he draws his hips back and thrusts forward in a display of raw male power, holding me up with one arm while his fingers curl around my throat.
“You feel so damn good. I don’t think this will last long,” he grits out between clenched teeth while he pumps into me in a punishing rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” I demand, swiveling my hips and drawing a tortured sound from his chest. He works me over for what feels like forever, pounding into me and making me bounce so hard I feel my brain slosh around in my skull.
Sweat runs down my cleavage, and all I can do is hold on to his powerful biceps while he gets us to the finish line.
Without warning the walls of my pussy convulse around him, causing his movements to falter.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he grunts, squeezing my throat at the same time he reaches between our slick bodies and gives my hardened nipple a painful twist that sends me over the edge.
“Fuuuuuck,” I wail as my greedy pussy milks him for everything he’s worth. Jake releases an animalistic growl and his whole body jerks with the force of his release. Then he goes eerily still. Dropping his forehead to the cold wall beside me, he takes a moment to catch his breath.
“I think you broke me,” he mutters, repeating my own words back to me before kissing the tip of my nose. Still holding onto his muscular arms, I slowly lower my feet to the ground. My legs feel like wet noodles, and I don’t trust them to keep me upright.
“I broke you? I think I might have a concussion. Maybe you should wake me up every couple of hours, just to be safe.”
“I was planning on doing that anyway,” he tells me with a playful wink as he pulls his pants back into place, leaving his belt to dangle. “Are you hungry? ”
“I could eat,” I say, bending over to collect my ruined thong so I can dispose of it. Rule number one while living with a teenager. Leave no evidence behind.
“Let’s go see what the fridge has to offer. We need to keep our strength up. Can’t half-ass it on our wedding night.”
“Can you believe we’re truly married?” I ask, sliding onto a barstool by the kitchen island where I watch my husband pull out the ingredients to what I hope to be his famous turkey club sandwiches.
“Not really. I mean, I’ve pictured this day so many times, but I’d pretty much given up on it ever becoming a reality. Now that it’s actually happened, it almost feels surreal.”
I shake my head and lower my eyes to the counter. “We were so damn stupid.”
Jake pauses his preparations and steps up to me, lifting my chin and shaking his head.
“None of that tonight. Only forward. Remember?”
“Right,” I say, flashing him a small smile.
“So,” he says, returning to his late-night snack preparations. “Now that we’re officially husband and wife. What do you say we get serious and add a baby to the mix?” He says this in such a nonchalant way, I almost miss the significance behind the question.
“What? ”
“I love you,” he says simply. “I married you and made you mine. The next logical step would be to start a family. If this is moving too fast for you, I understand. I just wanted to let you know I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Jake,” I breathe, feeling myself tear up as I gape at the man intent on making my every dream come true.
“Shit.” He lowers the knife he was holding and tilts his head at me, looking both concerned and a little scared.
“I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just… I’ve watched Carter and Megan raise their little ones, and I’ve spent a lot of time wishing I could have that.
And now that the option is on the table, I figured, why waste time, you know?
But if you’re not ready, I don’t mind waiting a few more years.
We can take it slow. Fuck,” he sighs, shaking his head with regret. “I’m sorry if I ruined the moment.”
“Would you let me get a word in?”
Jake’s eyes whip to mine, and he snaps his mouth shut, a slight frown creasing his brows.
“I’d love nothing more than to have a baby with you.
I’ve been picturing you holding our child since I saw you handling Ariana like you were made for it.
You were always meant to be a father. Watching you chase Nathan around the park and hearing Josie’s delighted giggles when you made those silly voices during story time, made me yearn for the day I finally get to watch you interact with our own children.
I’d give you a baby right now if it didn’t take nine months to grow one. ”
Jake’s entire face lights up, and he rounds the counter in two strides before he pulls me against his hard chest.
Staring down at me with a hopeful expression, he asks, “So, we’re really doing this? You’re getting off the pill?”
“I’ll throw them out right now if that’s what you want.”
“God, yes. I love you so much, Tessa,” he tells me as he hugs me tight. “Our baby is going to be so damn cute; it’s almost not fair to everyone else.”
My breathy laugh turns into a surprised yelp when he picks me up like I weigh nothing and starts for the stairs.
“What about my sandwich?” I cry, throwing a longing look over my shoulder.
“Fuck the sandwich. Get your priorities straight, woman. I have some impregnating to do, and I feel like my swimmers are strong tonight.”
“You do know it’ll most likely take several months for me to get pregnant, right? I’ve been on the pill for years.”
Jake throws me onto the mattress with a huff. “O ye of little faith,” he drawls, already unbuttoning his dress shirt to reveal his mouth-watering physique. He looks unreal . Like he belongs on the cover of Sports Illustrated. It just isn’t fair .
“I’m a Nelson. When we set our minds to something, we’ll get the job done,” he tells me with a confidence I can only admire.
“Alrighty then. Show me what you got, husband .” His eyes blaze at the sound of his new title, and he pounces, crawling over me with a cocky smirk.
“You better hold on tight, wife ,” he says, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. “This is going to be a wild ride.”