Chasing Ella (Love Ever After 1)

“Take this off.” Shawn tugs at the seam of my shirt and lifts it over my head.

He kisses his way down my stomach and drops to his knees in front of me, as he flips open the button on my jeans and pulls down the zipper. Taking his time, Shawn sure knows how to tease me. I need him now. The thought of him exploring every inch of my body makes my pulse speed up and my heart pound. I’m drunk on all the adrenaline that rushes through my body, a high that only Shawn can give me.

Once he finishes the slowest exploration, navigating each curve, I step out of my clothes and kick them to the side. I suck in a deep breath as his hand travels up the inseam of my thigh. He spreads my legs wider, planting soft kisses along my skin as he makes his way to my throbbing core. I grip what I can of his short blond hair in my hands and moan as he slips two fingers inside me. He plunges them so deep that my moans turn to screams, and I fall forward, grabbing hold of

his shoulders.

Unable to take our eyes off each other, he stares up at me as his tongue rolls over my clit. The sensation causes me to suck in a deep breath, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. His fingers move faster, matching the pace of his tongue. My mind shuts down. He doesn’t need to remind me not to think because thoughts and words fail me now.

After my body convulses, Shawn licks my juices from his lips and comes to a standing, already working on removing his clothes. I watch every move he makes until a pile of clothes is behind him.

He points at the bed like a caveman and grunts. It’s such a turn on that I do as he says and get comfortable on the mattress. I love when he gets bossy with me in the bedroom. Shawn spreads my legs open and positions himself at my entrance, teasing me as he rubs the head of his cock along my slick folds. He leans forward to kiss me, violently and with so much passion, that I dig my heel into his ass and my nails into his arms, telling him to be rough.

When Shawn comes home from practices and games, he’s always amped up and still reeling from the adrenaline rush that I almost look forward to that time apart. I get to see this side to my man, the side that knows when to be rough and when to make love to me, the man who satisfies my every desire.

Shawn pinches my nipple and goose bumps spread down my arms, the sensation further intensifying when he reaches between us to rub my clit, while he fucks me. Responsive to his touch, my body bends to his will, and another orgasm commands control of my body.

After I come, he pulls out of me, and in one swift motion, he grabs my hips and flips us over so that I am on top of him. He thrusts into me and takes both of my breasts in his hands, massaging them with a seductive look in his steel blue irises. I press my palms to his chest and ride him hard—just the way he likes it.

It doesn’t take long before my insides tighten around him again. So close, I keep up the pace, and he matches my movements, the two of us working in harmony. Together, we lose control, and he comes just as my body relaxes. He stares into my eyes, and when he leans forward, I meet him halfway. Our lips collide, creating a slow burn beneath my skin. His kisses are passionate and soft but hold the same fire and intensity.

Once our lips separate, he grazes my cheek with his calloused thumb. “I love you, Ella. I love you so much I have no idea what I would do without you.”

“I love you, too, Shawn.” I lift my hips and roll onto my side of the bed. It still sounds weird to say my side of the bed. “From the start, everything between us was like a fairy tale.”

Cuddling up in the nook between his arm and shoulder, I lay my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heart beating.

“You know what fairy tales have?” He asks, stroking my hair.

“No, what?”

“A happy ending.”

I peek up at him and smile. “Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?”

“I want to make this official. I think it’s time.” With a good grip on me, he moves us so that he can reach into the nightstand, and to my surprise, he has a blue box in his hand. “I’ve held onto this for a while now. I wanted to wait for the perfect time, but with our lives changing so much and with no real sign of slowing down, I wanted to wait until the timing was perfect.”

“You know,” I say, “when it comes to timing, ours was always perfect.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He sits up and props himself up against the headboard. Then, he flips the lid on the box, revealing a massive princess cut diamond.

I inspect every cut of the ring, wondering why it seems so familiar to me. It’s not until Shawn says, “Mrs. F gave this to me,” that I realize why I know it so well.

My hand reflexively goes up to my mouth, and I stare at the gem in shock. “How did she get this? I haven’t seen it since I was a child. I’d always assumed that Clarissa had sold it along with everything else.”

“No, apparently, she didn’t know about the safe deposit box your dad had kept at the bank in your mom’s name. Mrs. F’s lawyers found it.”

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me. You two are such sneaks.”

“I was at Tiffany’s when I found out that she had the ring. Since I know nothing about jewelry or ring sizes, I called her to see what size you wear. That’s when she told me about your mother’s ring. She’d insisted I give it to you instead of buying something that had no real meaning behind it.”

“This has more meaning than you can even imagine.” I lower my hand from my mouth, and it falls over my heart. I’m having a hard time processing all this at once. The house. Our engagement. Our new life together.

“True or false?” He says the words with a cocky smirk that sends shivers through me. “You want to marry me.”

“This is a weird proposal,” I shoot back with a smile that matches his.

“We’re weird,” he says, holding out the ring for me to see. “And this is our thing. You’re the love of my life, Ella, and I want to spend the rest of it with you.”