CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
TIFFANY
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After three amazing orgasms, we sit up against the headboard and talk. I play with Jayden’s fingers and listen to him explain his perspective.
I can’t believe the night ended like this.
One minute I’m on a date with Sam, then Jay is slamming his cock inside me, claiming me as his.
Something has changed within him.
“My father taught me that men provide for their families. For their wives. And I’m not talking about staying home barefoot and pregnant, although Jesus, that would be hot as fuck.”
I laugh. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes. I want kids. Don’t you?”
“I do, but I don’t want them to have my childhood. I want them to have privacy and freedom.”
“Then Ferrari guy isn’t the one for you,” he teases, and I slap his chest.
“I was trying to get over you.”
“Never do that again.”
“Then don’t leave me.”
He shuffles, making me look him in the eyes. “I meant what I said, you belong to me.”
I bite my bottom lip and watch him, waiting for more. To understand what that means.
“Maybe your dad was wrong. I understand that’s what society thinks a happy relationship looks like. But you protecting me was the most masculine thing a man can do, isn’t it?”
His gaze roams my face. “I don’t want you to be in danger, ever, let alone regularly, for that to be my purpose in this relationship.”
I frown. “Paying the bills and having lots of money isn’t masculine. Make love to me like that. Mow damn lawns if you need to.”
“I barbecue a good steak and am good with a hammer.”
“And sniper rifle.” I do this girly, stupid shrug thing.
“You like that?” Jayden tugs me under him, pressing his still semi hard cock at my core.
“I mean, it was pretty hot.”
His mouth drops to mine, giving me a slow, sexy kiss. “Well, maybe I’ll go around shooting a bunch of stuff and then come home and fuck this hot, wet pussy every day.”
“Okay. No argument here.”
We laugh as we kiss once more.
“Would you be happy with that life?” Jayden asks, and I see his question is serious.
“I’m happy with you. The rest we can work out just like any couple.”
“Sure, I mean I wasn’t proposing.” He shakes his head.
“That would be weird.” I smirk.
“Not that weird.” Jayden frowns, and I laugh at how suddenly his confidence has slipped.
He flips me so I’m straddling his lap. “You want to be my wife, Tiffany Stallone?”
“One day. If you can manage six orgasms a day, mow the lawn, and agree to having four babies.”
He chokes. “How many babies?”
“Four.”
“Three, and we are in agreement.”
“Wait, are we negotiating the terms of our engagement right now?” I gasp.
He grins.
“Sneaky.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Are you really proposing to me while your cock is about to slide inside me?” My mouth parts as he thrusts up.
I palm his thick pecs, taking in all his gorgeous tattoos and wonder if I should just say yes and marry this man.
I can’t see myself ever wanting anyone else.
Jayden is it for me.
I’m so madly and crazy in love with him.
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JAYDEN
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TIFFANY WANTS A man to protect her, and she’s chosen me.
Perhaps it’s my muscle, my size, or my background in the Air Force, but she’s right: I can protect her, and I will.
With that comes a fuck ton of possessiveness she’ll need to get used to.
Three babies will make my mamma happy, and I can’t think of anything better than having little rug rats that look like my beautiful girl running around.
It’s like the drapes have been pulled open, and suddenly I can see my future.
BHS is going to keep me busy and employed for a long time, and while there’s going to be an adjustment merging our lives and making decisions, I know she’s the one.
Still, there’s something else she needs to know before I make her mine permanently.
“Tiff, there’s something else I need to tell you.” I say after she’s come again and we’ve showered.
I stand behind her in the bathroom and glance at her in the mirror.
She turns and with no shoes on she’s so cute I can’t help but take her hips and force myself not to slam my dick inside her again.
“When I was on active duty, I witnessed things I can’t speak about, but they changed me. I’m still dealing with them.”
“I’m sorry.” She places her hands on my abs.
“I suffer from a form of PTSD and anxiety which is triggered at weird times. Like the awards evening.”
“That’s why you resigned.”
I nod. “Josh has moved me into another role. I’m so grateful I get to keep working in a paramilitary role, but without the action. For now. Or maybe forever.”
“As long as you are doing what you love. How can I support you?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve joined a group and I’ll probably do some therapy.”
“Whatever you need. I’m here for it all.”
I kiss her.
“I have nightmares.”
“So do I.” Tiffany shrugs. “They’re different, but we can be broken together.”
Christ, I hadn’t even though much about how she would be dealing with the aftermath. Getting her back has been my priority.
Now that I’m here, I’m going to do more.
Much more.
“You don’t know it, but me stepping away was protecting you. That’s always been my focus.” I brush her hair off her face. “It’s what I’ll always do.”
“Promise?”
“Princess, I’m in love with you. I promise you the world.”
Tiffany gasps, her cheeks turn pink, then she throws her arms around me, and I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I surround her with my arms.
“I love you, too.”
Our kiss is deep, meaningful and beautiful.
“Tiff,” I say against her mouth.
“Yes?” Glistening eyes open to meet mine.
“Your wet pussy is pressed against my body, and I don’t want to spoil the moment but—”
“Fuck me, big boy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I grin.