Eden High: Series 1 (Eden High 1-6)

This ought to be good; I’ve noticed in the last couple of weeks that Jace is a bit of a Neanderthal. I also knew I was about to pick a fight with him because I was scared shitless at the thought of facing my dad with a million dollar engagement ring on my finger.

“Babe, I know chicks like to doodle this shit in class and all that happy shit, so I’m pretty sure you’ve already worked out a scenario in your pretty little head.

So, knowing how much my girl loves me because she better love me at least half as much as I fucking love her, I know that she’s been daydreaming about all the tings we’re going to be doing in all the cities we visit throughout my career where she will be at every single game.

Unless she’s giving birth to one of my many sons in which case we will both miss the game because I will be in the delivery room holding her hand and doing anything else I deem necessary to make her comfortable.”

My mouth was just hanging open at the end of his little dialogue. “I see chicks aren’t the only ones who doodle shit, looks like you’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“Men don’t doodle babe, we plan strategically there’s a difference. And yes I’ve been giving it lots of thought since the first day I saw your tight little ass from across the field.”

Somehow his craziness made me feel bolder and any lingering shyness drifted away.

I felt happy, the kind of happy that cannot be measured or put into words. It was almost scary how good I felt in that moment, sitting there on his lap with his cock still inside me.

Because feelings like this weren’t meant to last. Surely a person would die if they felt like this for more than a few minutes at best.

I decided to put off the discussion of our future that he seemed to have already mapped out for us, and concentrate on making him cum inside me again; I think I could grow addicted to that feeling.

After another quick shower it was time to leave and the butterflies came back in full force.

I was tempted to put the ring in my pocket and hide it for a few days until I worked up the nerve to tell them, but Jace nixed that idea right off the bat.

The only thing that stopped another minor skirmish, was his parents intercepting us on the way out of the guesthouse.

I drew a little hope from their reactions but by the time we got back in the car I was a mess again.

Jace being Jace tried to calm my nerves, but the closer we got to my house the more afraid I became.

I kept remembering all those references my dad would make to me getting married when I was in my forties or older. Although it had always been said jokingly, I knew there was some seriousness to it.

Mom had explained once long ago, that it was hard for men to think of their little girls growing up. I was pretty sure that was my dad. Jace seemed to think we had a slam dunk, but I wasn’t so sure.

Chapter 3

JACE

Sian was nervous, but I didn’t have that problem. I was sure of my love for her and that there was no way I was ever going to leave her. With those two things planted firmly in my mind and the conviction that nothing and no one was going to keep us apart, I had no worries.

I’d already spoken to her parents about how serious I was about her that first day we met.

And because of their own history, I was expecting them to be very understanding.

My nosy parents had ambushed us just after we’d left the guesthouse because mom couldn’t wait to get her mitts on my girl.

Dad was very supportive and seemingly had more understanding of the anxiety Sian was feeling right now, maybe because he had his own experience with a teenage bride.

I looked over at her as we pulled into her parents’ driveway. She had a death grip on the seatbelt and though the look in her eyes said she wanted to make a run for it, she gave me one of her sweet smiles.

She was trying to be brave but I knew she was a nervous wreck. That’s why I’d nixed her idea about waiting before sharing the news with her parents.

I didn’t want her worrying and stressing over what was supposed to be a happy occasion, so we were going to tell them the news today.

Plus I wanted the truth to be out there so that we didn’t have to hide behind homework when we wanted to be together in the future.

I’m sure the question of sex has been on their minds already and this move might be a bit telling, not sure how they were gonna deal with that revelation.

It’s one thing to speculate that your teenage daughter was having sex with her boyfriend, and quite another to know it as fact.

I was convinced though, that with the times being what they are, and people not pretending that sex doesn’t exist the way they did back in the day, they would be accepting and maybe even a little appreciative of the way I was handling things,

I was doing this for her of course, because I understood that not only was her upbringing different from every other girl or woman I’d ever dated before, but also because she was my heart.

I knew she would hate herself later for deceiving her parents and I couldn’t let that happen.

“You ready love?” At her nod I squeezed her hand and kissed her fingers before getting out of the car and walking around to her side.

The sun glinted off of her rock and I got that feeling in my gut again. I thought it was only women who put so much stock in such things, but I found the sight of my ring on her finger, that outward sign of ownership, extremely arousing.