“Oh my God…” Laughter sputtered out of my boyfriend’s mouth.
“Things could’ve ended between us, and I have no idea what I would’ve done if the bad things had stayed that way. I know I can’t live without you, so the only thing I can do to make sure that doesn’t happen is this.”
I paused. My mouth felt dry, but I wouldn’t let it ruin the moment.
“I love you, Jakob. Will you marry me?”
He cupped his free hand over his mouth like he felt embarrassed, but in a good way.
“Well?” I asked.
“Oh, I guess so.”
I rose to my feet, took him in my arms, and kissed him deeply. I didn’t even mind the way he answered.
After the time I’d spent with Jakob, I wouldn’t have expected anything less.
50
JAKOB
Ipushed Zane onto the bed. Good thing I did that instead of him. I still felt a little tender at times, and we would have to take it slow. Not that I had a lot of time to tell him that before the festivities began. When we got back to my place, we headed straight upstairs.
When I stared down at him on the bed, I couldn’t help but feel an odd mix of pride and satisfaction. The pride might’ve come from the fact that I was about to bed an extremely gorgeous man. Yes, I’d scaled that mountain once before, but doing it again made me feel good inside. The satisfaction came from the fact that we managed to put our differences aside. What was about to happen would never have been possible if we couldn’t be reasonable.
He smiled up at me. I smiled back and freed myself, crashing down on top of him.
“Ooof!” he said, like I’d knocked the wind out of him. “Careful, would you?”
“Uh yeah, because I know you’ve been extremely careful with me at all times, right?”
“Jesus, Jakob, I thought we were past all that.”
“We are. I was just yanking your chain.”
“Yeah, well, I want you to start yanking another chain, okay?”
His wish was my command.
I kissed his lips gently, sweetly. Zane’s powerful chest pressed against mine felt so familiar and yet so new. His arms made me feel so secure when wrapped around me, his hands pressed against my back. Most of all I felt his cock press against my leg, growing larger and stiffer by the second.
For the moment, this felt just right, us in bed, wrapped in one another’s arms, savoring the gentlest kisses. Our clothes remained intact, though I knew they wouldn’t be long for the world.
When our mouths opened, my tongue slid into Zane’s and mingled with his. Then our mouths closed into another kiss. And then we did it again. Lather, rinse, repeat. My lips left his mouth, moving to his cheek and then his neck where I buried my face in deep.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Zane gasped, tightening his grip on me.
I knew he might’ve collapsed had I done that to him while standing. Still, I wouldn’t relent, not when I had my man right where I wanted him.
My lips continued their course down his neck as I loosened his tie and freed his top button. I felt his cock grow even harder against my leg. As badly as I wanted to release it, I knew better than to rush.
Zane would have to wait.
And so would I…
I planted kisses down the middle of his chest with each button I unfastened. Zane’s fingers combed though my hair and I listened to his breathing, knowing he was enjoying every second of this.
All of his buttons loosed, I opened his shirt wide to behold his magnificent body. I leaned in again, this time rubbing my crotchagainst his, and realizing how hard my own cock had grown. I licked his left nipple first, and then nibbled on it. That provoked a gasp from my boyfriend—no, fiancé. I hoped the wonderful ring that title carried would never grow old.
