I held her hand, waiting there on my knees.
“Give him an answer, girl. You’re killing us!” came from December, looking completely cheeky from Prinze’s lap. He had his arms looped around her waist, shaking his head at her.
He kissed her. “Let them have their moment, princess.”
This had December tsking, of course, but she waited with bated breath for Bri’s answer. I think we all knew what she’d say. I mean, she had said yes already.
“We jump together,” she said instead, and that was yes enough for me.
I placed the ring on her finger, and the room erupted in applaus
e, my girl in my arms in the next second.
“Together,” I returned against her mouth, spinning her around. We were both fucking crazy. We’d been together for definitely only a minute. But I liked this girl’s crazy.
And she obviously loved mine.
Epilogue
Bri
“Everything here I’m seeing looks good, Brielle. Really good,” Dr. Powell said, grinning at me. “Of course, we’ll have to follow up. Overtime and as the years progress, but as it stands right now, I see no problems for the pair of you trying to conceive. In fact, I can imagine a really strong chance of success as long as what I’m seeing keeps up.”
I could have gone behind Ramses’s back with all this. Kept my appointment at the fertility clinic a secret. I still wasn’t even sure if I’d ever change my mind about having children again.
I took his hand, in the chair beside me. He placed his on mine, and really, that was why I had. I didn’t keep things from him. We didn’t keep secrets. He’d always remain abreast of any decision I made when it came to my body or otherwise. We were each other’s support systems, and that was what this had been about today. To give us all our options, to know if it was possible.
And now, we did.
The pair of us simply entered life this way now. We didn’t close ourselves off to anything. I think life and the previous world I lived in made me lock myself up pretty tight, and not just when it came to my life. I didn’t take chances, went at life with the smallest possible chance of failure. It made me feel secure and in control, but sometimes that wasn’t what life was about. It was about climbing high dives and suggesting to get pizza with a guy over a decade younger than yourself. It was love, marriages, and second chances. Meeting Ramses Mallick had changed my life.
It had changed both our lives.
I would like to say after the pair of us left the fertility clinic that day, the news good and future hopeful, we did a little more talking about what was next. We had an entire drive over to December’s baby shower, and though we had chatted in the parking lot, we didn’t exactly leave the parking lot.
At least, not right away.
It was like a switch went off, and next thing I knew, I was in Ramses’s lap in his Mercedes. Dr. Powell had given us the okay to move forward with conception…
And I guess we wanted some practice.
My hands hit the top of his car, my top unbuttoned as Ramses slammed into me from below. We typically liked to drive my car since it was an SUV. After he graduated, we’d moved in together into his Maywood Heights home and our cars had become interchangeable. We did like to drive my car since it was bigger and it gave us more room when, well, we got distracted with each other. I’d like to say parking lot fucks didn’t happen a lot but…
“Fuck, Jersey girl. Fuck,” he gritted, his powerful thighs slapping against mine. He’d gotten blackout windows so at least people didn’t see us doing this crap, but still, it mortified me every time. That I literally couldn’t keep my hands off this man for even a second longer to get home, or in this case, wait until after his friend’s baby shower. December was only about fourteen weeks, but she’d already had a couple. The first, Ramses had actually helped her with, volunteering because he was just perfect and couldn’t help himself. Something told me when he did finally become a dad, he’d run through fire and brimstone for our child. Especially if she was a girl.
Our child.
We obviously hadn’t decided yet, but the possibility warmed my insides as much his mouth on my flushed skin. I did see myself having kids with him. I must have because we went to a fertility clinic. Ramses had me wanting to take chances again and explore new possibilities.
Smiling, I secured our lips, rocking my hips as his length tunneled deep. He hit me in places I didn’t even know he could reach with the massive size of his cock, his hand slamming to the window as he gripped my hip. Digging in his heels, he used the traction to pretty much split me apart. He peppered my chest in hot kisses, tonging me between my breasts.
“We’re going to be late,” I gasped, gripping his shoulders. Even as I said the words, I closed my eyes.
His chuckle, gritted and aroused, escaped before he bit my chest. I’d already been on the cusp of an orgasm.
And then, he did that.
It ripped through me, a blaze to a dry desert. All explosion. All fury, passion, and complete heat.