My mouth dropped open then. Holy cow, grandmothers? That meant they had to be fifty or so! That was so old!
And Jake nodded, expression hard.
“Yeah, I’m so anti-child that if a woman was fertile, then she wasn’t getting fucked by me. And this attitude made me hard. I cut a swath through the over-forty female population, dicking anyone I wanted. And frankly, no one stopped me,” he added roughly. “Those ladies are usually so desperate for cock, that they don’t care if you’ve dicked all their friends already, so long as there’s some left for you.”
The words were shocking and insane. But at the same time, it made some sense.
“So why did you pick me?” were my slow words. “If you like your partners over a certain age, why did you pick me?”
He shook his head miserably.
“Good question,” came that growl. “At first, I told myself it was because Amanda was holding back. She wasn’t putting out, you know. But after a while, that wasn’t even the case. I kept coming back to you, again and again,” he said, blue eyes piercing my soul. “And after a while, I had to admit that something was up.”
A pregnant pause.
“And that something was …?” came my tentative question.
He looked me full in the eye then.
“That something was love,” Jake finished. “I fell in love with you, Lacey Jones, despite your age, despite the fact that you were a virgin with no knowledge of the world. You are the opposite of my “type,” but that’s what happens when you’re in love. Your type changes, and baby, you’re one hundred percent my woman now.”
I paused, heart beating furiously in my throat, so powerful I thought it might leap out.
“So what does that mean?” were my slow words. “What does that mean for us?”
Jake took a deep breath before cradling my face between two large palms.
“What it means,” he said swiftly, “is that I stop being an ass, and start being honest. I stop acting like a fucking drama queen, and recognize what I want in life. Because that’s you, Lacey Jones. I want to be with you, out in the open, for all to see. I’m gonna fuck this up in some ways for sure because this is all new to me. But I want you,” he stated again fiercely. “For better or worse, I want you.”
And my heart soared then. Because this was the answer to my dreams. I want to be with Jake Mason, out in the open, our love public. I want everyone to see that I love this man, and that he loves me too.
And yes, there were a myriad of issues, and there still are. Because he was engaged to my mom, not so long ago. Just earlier today, I was in a mental hospital, pumped full of drugs and halfway delirious. But together, we’ll overcome it.
Because the most important breakthrough has already happened. No more drama. No more bullshit. No more other women. We’re each other’s types, the answer to each other’s dreams. We’ll work it out together, our limbs tangled, minds wrapped in love. And that’s how we’re gonna come out of this intact, whole, healthy, and deliriously happy. Me and Jake will work it out, come hell or high water.
But there were still some doubts, so I took another deep breath.
“Are you sure?” I asked voice low. “Because I can’t go through that again. I’m serious, Jake. Never again,” I said, with a slow shake of my head.
And the billionaire caught my face in his hands, bringing me close for a kiss. It was deliciously sweet, gentle, and soft, a hint at the hot loving to come. He pulled away once more, eyes fierce.
“I promise, little girl,” came that rumble. “I promise I’ll never be someone else’s fiancé again. Only yours.”
And with that, my heart took off. Because yes, we started out in the most unlikely of circumstances. I hooked up with an older man at a club, only to find out he was my mom’s future husband. It was a shock, and yet we persevered, walking a wild path, twisted trees and brambles blocking the way, only snippets of sky visible.
But we made it out alive. Against all odds, Jake and I are united now, determined to do our best for the future. Things aren’t perfect, no, but we’ve established a new normal. Trust. Respect. And most of all, love. Because with this man by my side, I know it’ll will work out, for better or worse, for richer or poorer … even if once he was my mom’s fiancé.
EPILOGUE
Lacey
Two years later …
The broom closet rattled around us with the steady pounding of Jake’s thickness inside.
“Oh, God, baby that’s so good,” came my delirious moan. “So deep.”
Jake’s dick tapping my g-spot made my entire body shudder, pussy gushing wetly. A storm of sensation thundered through my body, the orgasm getting ready to overwhelm.