Chapter One
If I’m getting engaged today, I’m not getting caught in sweatpants and Crocs,I told myself happily as I smoothed the pretty yellow fabric of the flowy dress over my generous hips.
If this was going to be the first day of the rest of my life, I wanted the pictures to be good, so that my kids wouldn’t look back and say, “Mom, what arethose thingson your feet?”
And Jesse would probably give me that teasing grin and say something like, “I guess your mother just didn’t give a shit about getting engaged.”
But Idid. I wanted it so badly.
My boyfriend was always sunny and cocksure, always trying to get a rise out of me so he could pull me in his arms and nibble teasingly on my ear. An engagement in the middle of the week like this without warning would be such classic Jesse. We had been together since junior year of college. When I spotted him across the room at a party, I couldn’t believe someone thatgorgeouswas ten feet away from me with a beer in one hand and a hockey stick in the other, asking who else wanted to play street hockey in 32 degree temps.
And of course theyallwanted to. People justdidwhat Jesse Wisniewski wanted them to. He was the kind of popular guy it was impossible to hate even though he had everything—looks, charm, dripping with sex appeal, athletic talent.
Along with the rest of the party, I trooped outside to watch Jesse and the other guys play. But everyone’s eyes were on Jesse, especially after he peeled his shirt off to reveal broad shoulders and a thick chest with well-defined bands of muscles. I heard the whispers that he was the new captain of the hockey team, that he was a star, that the bulge in his gray sweatpants was all him. . .
I didn’t think I had a chance with a guy like that, but somehow I didn’t go back inside, my eyes reluctantly glued to the way he moved, the big cocky grin, the easy way he blew past all the defenders.
A blush flooded my cheeks as I watched the muscles contract in his back, an embarrassing amount of heat pounding between my legs.
A guy like that would probably only go for the most beautiful and stunning models, but oh god, I wished he was mine. . .
And when he dislocated a finger slapping a long shot into the goal, I was the only one who didn’t run screaming away.
I was in school to be an elementary teacher and that shit was something we had to take in our stride.
Jesse laughed as I popped his finger back in place.
“This doesn’t gross you out?”
“I just supervised a 5th grade project about different types of beaver dung, so no, this doesn’t gross me out.”
His hand in mine was so massive, and I dropped it quickly, afraid he’d notice how my skin had broken out in goosebumps.
As I stood up, I met Jesse’s eyes and I felt something turn over deep inside me, a hunger that heated my bones. He grinned at me again, that perfect golden boy smile. Up close his eyes weresoblue, an unusual shard-bright ice color.
Then he asked me out, and ever since then we’d been inseparable. Five years together.
Five years of not missing a single game. College play, minor league games, and now, finally, a signing with our local NHL team the Philadelphia Heat.
It was something he’d wanted so badly, something he’d worked so hard for.
And now this was Jesse’s big chance to finally show the world what he could do, and after supporting him and cheering him on for five years, I couldn’t wait to see what came next.
And what would be more romantic for my cocky boyfriend than to give me no details whatsoever, get me to my favorite restaurant, and then ask me to marry him?
I walked up to the restaurant with anticipation building in my gut. Maybe we could go out for ice cream after.
I smoothed my dress over my curves. Heavy, big tits, curvy stomach, round ass and thighs. Jesse had always loved my body. He was the first man who ever made me feel completely confident in my own skin.
Fluffing my long dark hair out, my hands clutched my purse tighter as I saw Jesse through the window. He was sitting at a table in a baby blue polo shirt and long dark slacks. The most gorgeous, most beautiful man I had ever seen. Golden blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, tanned skin with the most exquisite cheekbones. Sensual lips that knew just how to lick their way down my skin, make my body sing for him.
He wasmassive, enormous wingspan with broad shoulders, a muscular chest and narrow waist. One of his thick thighs was bouncing up and down as I grinned to myself.
My sweet boyfriend must be nervous.
Oh,god,how I loved him.
I had never met a man like Jesse. His brutality on the ice contrasted with his playful cockiness off it. He had never missedan important date or an anniversary. He was sunny and friendly and magnetic, and up for anything, any date idea I had, and we loved to do everything together from kayaking, hiking, rock climbing, to sip & painting.
