“There’s more though,” she said, her face growing anxious.
“What do you mean? He’s not making you quit or something, is he? Because my company—”
“No, not that, he’s fine with everything,” she said. “But I... we… ” She took a deep breath and looked up at me, her face glowing with beauty even as she looked nervous. “On the way over, I realized I was late.”
“Late? What do you?” I paused, and my heart stopped in my chest for a moment. My eyes grew.
Is she saying what I think she’s saying?
She paused, biting her lip, waiting for me to react. I grabbed her hips.
“Bruin, I’m pregnant.”
Those three words sent me crashing, and I lifted the love of my life into the air as she giggled and kicked her feet, my face a stupid, sloppy grin as I gushed, “Jill, are you serious? Oh my God, Jill. Jill.”
I was a dizzy mess, bringing her back down into a warm hug and showering her with kisses as I said her name over and over again, listening to the sound of her warm laughter with every kiss.
I was going to be the father of Jillian Hargrove’s child.
In the rush of everything, it almost made me forget that one last thing on my mind. And if I’d had any doubt about it before that moment, it was gone. I set Jill down and smiled at her, watching her gorgeous face.
“That makes this a lot easier, then,” I said. Her face looked puzzled.
Then I got down on one knee.
I reached into my pocket.
I pulled out a little black velvet box.
With all the sudden power of a lightning strike, I saw tears appear in Jillian’s eyes, and they started flowing down a flushed face the next second. “B-Bruin, what are you doing?”
“Jillian Hargrove,” I asked, and I opened the box to reveal a golden ring with a perfect diamond shining brilliantly in the winter sun set in it. “Will you marry me?”
She gasped, and she nearly collapsed onto me before I caught the sobbing mess that she became the next moment, grinning so wide it hurt.
Behind us, I heard an applause, and I turned to see the yacht staff spying on us, all of them clapping and cheering, and I gave them a wink as I helped Jillian to her feet. She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her up into me.
It was a feeling I’d be able t
o savor for the rest of my life.
And it just got sweeter every day.
Minutes later, we fell into my bed, shirts already off, hands on each other’s faces as I grinded my thick bulge against her pussy through her panties.
My fiancée was Jillian Hargrove.
That filled me with such an unstoppable energy that I could have taken on an army on my own.
I was going to make her Jillian Kincaid, and I wanted the entire world to know.
We devoured each other’s faces, her lips probably as sore as mine as we bit and sucked each other, hands practically clawing each other’s backs. The feeling of her nails raking down my rippling muscles just made me all the more eager for her.
Without letting my face leave hers, I reached down to her panties and ripped them open. She wouldn’t need them while she was with me. Not now, not ever.
I did the same with my underwear, not bothering to stop long enough to take them off like a reasonable human being. I was not that, not right then.
Her bra went next, and I tossed it to the other side of the bed. All I could focus on was my gorgeous, wonderful, unbelievable fiancée and her body.