Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“I want to clean you up and see how red you are. Then we’ll take a hot shower. The steam and hot water will help with your soreness.”
“Okay,” she whimpered, looking adorably shy as she rolled to her back while I drew down the comforter.
She opened her legs, and I frowned, already seeing some redness from my whiskers chafing her soft thighs. Using the warm cloth, I tenderly wiped away the pink-tinged mixture of our come. She was red and swollen and would definitely be sore later. When she winced during my ministrations, I felt like a bastard for taking her so hard her first time.
“I’m sorry, sunshine,” I sighed as I tossed the cloth into the hamper. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone in all the way yet. You’re going to be sore as fuck.”
Jenna sat up and grabbed my hand, yanking so that I bent over and she could place her palms on my cheeks. “Don’t be sorry, Chase. Or you’ll taint this beautiful moment for me. I wouldn’t have wanted it—you—any other way.”
My eyelids fell for a moment as my heart filled with love for this incredibly perfect ray of sunshine. “I love you so fucking much,” I rasped, opening my eyes and staring into her ocean-blue orbs. The emotions I saw shining back at me nearly took me to my knees. I worshipped this woman and would be grateful every moment of my life that she loved me.
“I love you, too, Chase.”
After we showered and fell back into bed, we napped for a few hours, then I woke her up with my mouth on her sweet pussy before coming with just my tip inside her so I didn't hurt her.
We were lying in a tangle of sweaty limbs when I remembered the present I had for her. “Wait here,” I told her before giving her a quick kiss and leaving the bed. I found my pants on the floor and retrieved a little blue box from the pocket.
When I returned, Jenna was sitting up, her gaze glued to the package in my hand.
I sat beside her and opened the lid to reveal a ten-carat, radiant-cut diamond on a diamond-encrusted shank and a matching wedding band.
“Oh, Chase,” Jenna breathed. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Yet you outshine it.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she clasped her hands in front of her, staring at me expectantly.
I removed the engagement ring and cuffed her left wrist, pulling her hand toward me. As I slid the ring onto her finger, I glanced up to see her frowning at me. “You don’t like it?” I was surprised, considering her reaction when she first saw it.
“I love it.”
“Then why aren’t you smiling?”
“You haven’t asked me.”
I thought about her statement but didn’t come up with an answer. “Asked you what?”
“To marry you!” she snapped, looking indignant and ridiculously cute.
I laughed, which only deepened her frown. After sliding the ring all the way to her knuckle, I tugged on her hand and pulled her into my lap.
“We’re getting married.”
“I know,” she huffed. “But you should still ask me.”
I shook my head firmly. “I’m not giving you the chance to say no, sunshine.”
“I won’t say no!” she gasped, looking slightly offended and making me want to laugh again.
“Still not taking the chance.”
Jenna sighed, but a smile played at the corners of her plush lips. “Fine. But you can’t stop the officiant from asking me if I’ll take you as my husband.”
“Wanna bet?” I grunted. The Justice of the Peace marrying us on Saturday was a friend, and I’d already received his assurance that he would tweak that part.
Jenna put her hands on her hips, looking smug. “Sure.”
“What do I get if I win?”
She thought for a moment, then grinned. “I’ll let you choose how many kids we have.” She seemed so confident that I almost felt guilty about making the bet. But not guilty enough to call it off.
Choosing how many babies I got to knock her up with was a reward I didn’t intend to give up.
“You have a deal, sunshine.”
We shook on it and her expression remained smug. “I can’t wait to win someday.”
“You’re going to lose Saturday morning, baby,” I told her matter-of-factly.
Jenna sputtered and coughed. “Saturday? No way. My mom would be devastated.”
“Your mom and I already came to an understanding, sunshine.”
She raised her brow, then rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Okay, you can lose on Saturday.”
I cupped her face in my palms and gazed into her bright, beautiful eyes. “You’re marrying me on Saturday, sunshine. No matter what happens with the bet, I’ll win because you’ll be my wife.”
Jenna melted into me, and I wrapped her in my arms before lying back on the bed and pulling the covers over us. I was content to hold her and dream about our future.
“You cheated!” my wife exclaimed after I kissed her breathless when the ceremony was done.