Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

“I say we get the ring and go back to my place and see if we can knock you up. The sooner we start the easier it will be to get all the boys on football and baseball teams together. We also need to not space them out.”

“You are fucking insane! My night started out going out with the girls to get a drink and it is ending with you telling me we are going to be quiverfulls! It’s three in the morning and you are trying to get me to go get an engagement ring!”

I shrug my shoulders, “Yeah, crazy, huh?”

“I… I need time to think about all of this.”

“Nope.”

“What the fuck do you mean nope?”

“You don’t need time. You love me. We are getting engaged.”

“I have a headache. I got drunk, had sex, and now some lunatic is trying to impregnate me. I. Need. Time. To. Think.”

“What if I promise to kiss your neck?”

“No.”

“Would going and getting some food help?”

“I’m going to need longer than that.”

“How long?”

“I need to sleep on it.”

I set my eyes and give her the look I give when I face some asshole who thinks they can break me.

“No.” No way. I can’t let her get away.

Her eyes squint together as she gets that steely look in her eyes. Then she throws her hands up in the air. “Fine, but not like this then, dammit! I don’t want to pick my ring out, I want to be surprised! You have to fucking woo me, asshole!”

Shit.

Mandy

Brett’s completely lost it, but I must be going insane too. I can’t believe I agreed to marry him. I can’t believe h

e wants to marry me. It’s like tonight is just some weird dream. I wouldn’t be surprised if I wake up tomorrow to discover I must have made up half of the shit that just happened inside my head.

But if it’s real… I don’t want him to take it back. The more I think of marrying Brett, the more I want to do it. He wants me, he loves me, and he wants to have babies with me. I feel like if I don’t fuck this up, this could be my shot at true happiness.

Brett helps me back in his truck and it’s a long drive back to his house. I fall asleep somewhere along the way and wake up to him carrying me up the stairs.

“Brett?” I ask, lifting my head from his chest.

His arms tighten around me and he tells me to, “Go back to sleep, I got you.”

I can’t though, I’m awake now, but I just rest my head against his chest again as he carries me into his bedroom. I notice that he’s switched to a bigger room since high school. This one is twice the size of his old room. After laying me down on his bed and pulling off my shoes, he kicks off his shoes then climbs in. I try to scoot over to give him more room but he grabs me up and wraps me in his arms.

He’s so large, I feel engulfed by his hard body as he tucks my head under his chin.

“Mine,” he growls and I feel his breathing deepening as his chest rises up and down slowly against my back.

How many nights did I dream of being in his arms again? Of being loved by him again? It feels so good, so warm. Too good to be true.

I don’t even remember falling back to sleep. When I wake up again my neck is being kissed and my breasts are being caressed by a strong pair of hands.