“You’re sturdier than you look,” he muses, a grin on his face as he breathes heavily. But even through that, I know he could go even longer. He relented to spare me.
“For you,” I breathe, “I’d push myself even farther.”
“We’ll have to explore that, and soon,” he says, and as he leans forward to loom over me, lowering himself into a deep, loving kiss as we press into each other on the bed, an exhausted mess, I know it’s a promise he’ll not break anytime soon. I open my mouth, but close it again, not wanting to bring up the strange new feelings I’ve felt growing inside me.
There’s no way I can say the L-word so soon. Can I?
But even as I sit there in a more overwhelming afterglow than I ever dreamed about when I touched myself at night, I feel something painful deep in my heart, a grim reminder:
I’m leaving for home tomorrow. And I’ll have to leave Jack behind.
Four long months later, Amsterdam a beautiful, unbelievable memory in the past, I’m walking the aisle as cameras flash around me, my newly earned Bachelor’s degree in my hands, just above my swollen belly.
Of course Jack knocked me up during our time together—how couldn’t he have? He was so powerful, so potent, that I knew from the moment I told him to come inside me I’d be pregnant. I wanted that, and I was filled with joy to be carrying his child now.
It was all I had left of him.
I’d left Amsterdam without a proper goodbye. I couldn’t face the pain of dealing with parting with the most incredible man on the earth. He wasn’t meant for some girl with a liberal arts degree and no big plans for the future. He was meant for some superstar model or something. That’s what I told myself, but the thing inside me was what really reminded me of him, and I felt his energy within me.
As I stride down the aisle, smiling in a daze at all my friends and teachers applauding around me, I do a double-take as I see someone striding down the aisle towards me.
My jaw drops, and immediately, tears start rolling down my cheeks. No way. How could he have found me?
It’s Jack, wearing a clean-cut outfit with gray pants, a white formal shirt rolled up to the elbows, and a black vest. Damn, he cleans up well! What a stupid thought to run through my brain as I start to run forward towards him, some of the audience looking at us in confusion.
“Jack!” I cry out as he catches me in those huge, strong arms.
“Jess,” he says, his own beautiful eyes shining with desire. With love. “Jess, you should have known I couldn’t let you go that easy, love.”
“I’m so sorry, Jack,” I sob, looking up at him as he looks down at my stomach, eyes widening with pride. “I couldn’t tie you down to me!”
“No, Jess,” he chides lovingly, “to be away from you would be the real torture.” Then he falls to one knee, and I nearly collapse as I see him take out a small black box.
“Jessica Martin,” he says, that rough, stubbly face smiling up at me with that irresistible smile, “you’re the love of my life, and I can’t go on another day without you—will you marry me?”
“Yes! I love you too, Jack!” I sob, nearly incomprehensible through my tears, and the audience around us applauds as he scoops me up in his arms, kissing me deeply on the lips as cameras flash around us, immortalizing the beginning of what would turn out to be a beautiful, everlasting marriage, each night filled with more passion and lust than I could have hoped for in my wildest dreams. It was perfect.
A work of art.
Tristan
Book Themes:
Billionaire, First Time, Strangers to lovers, Pregnancy
Word Count:
16,683
The back of the old car smells like fabric and patchouli, but the man who has his thick arms wrapped around me keeps the rest of the world at bay. The only thing besides him that I can even perceive is the sound of the heavy rain pattering on the top of the old Cadillac we’re in, sighing in each other’s embrace.
He’s so tall that he takes up most of the space in the back of the car. He looms over me as he presses his lips against mine, his large, rough hands roving up and down my back. He’s possessive, fierce, and lustful. Soft, deep groans come from his chest between kisses as he pulls me tighter into him.
His hand traces down to my ass, squeezing it, pulling me closer and closer to his lap until he pulls me on top of him. His dark eyes devour me, and he wets his lip as that grin of his flashes. Thunder rumbles outside, and his chest rumbles with desire as it’s pressed against my bare breasts. My shirt is on the other side of the car — he ripped it off the moment I was foolish enough to let myself into his grasp.
My bra went next, and now, there’s nothing between his lustful groping and my tits. He yanks me closer, teeth grazing my nipples while he pinches my ass. I know he wants my tight-fitting jeans down, and he’s working on that fast.
There’s no finesse to this guy, but god, he’s rough and eager, and he’s strong enough to make it happen. I’m getting turned this way and that like a doll, and he’s enjoying every second of it. I realize the massive bulge between his legs as I grind up against it, and I bite my lip as I start grinding harder, hearing him grunt in pleasure with each moment I work him.