It wasn"t until after I slowly came off my high that I realized how strange this was. Why had Jess dragged me away from the party to do this? I knew pregnant women were h.o.r.n.y, but this seemed different. She was wild and clinging to me while she f.u.c.ked. Like she had to hold on to me.
"You"re gonna regret not making me pull out," I said, kissing the side of her face.
"I never regret that," she replied.
I wanted to believe that she was as satisfied as I was and that this hadn"t been some way to rea.s.sure herself that I was hers. She didn"t have to use s.e.x to hold on to me.
"Jess," I said, brushing hair off her forehead, "as much as I love the fact that you just brought me in the bathroom at a party to f.u.c.k my brains out, I"m worried you did it for the wrong reasons."
She stiffened under me. "I just wanted you."
This wasn"t the place to talk about this, but we were going to talk about it soon.
I cleaned her up and dressed her. Then I straightened myself up while she got her hair and makeup touched up. When I finally opened the door and Jess walked out, Phoebe stood there, staring at us with wide eyes.
I was worried Jess would be embarra.s.sed, so I started to make up an excuse. But Jess turned back to me and kissed me, pressing into me. Then she smiled with a pleased grin and turned back around and strutted past Phoebe, looking like one very c.o.c.ky female. I glanced back at Phoebe, who wasn"t smiling. And then it dawned on me: Phoebe"s suggestion that I buy her a coffee in exchange for borrowing her notes had upset Jess.
I had never intended to take Phoebe to get coffee. I was just gonna buy her one and take it to cla.s.s as a thank-you. But Jess didn"t see it that way. She was marking her man.
I laughed and shook my head. Then I went after my outrageous female. Never a dull moment with Jess. G.o.d, I loved that woman.
Jess The rest of the night Jason kept his hand on me at all times. He didn"t talk to other girls, and he kept asking me about my wet thighs. By the time we left, I was ready to get him back home and have a longer and louder session in bed.
Back at the house, I slipped off my shoes and put them in the closet. When I turned around, Jason was leaning against the door of the bedroom with a grin on his lips. "So, you showed Phoebe who owned me tonight. I"m not complaining, but next time you don"t have to resort to those kinds of measures. You can just tell me it makes you uncomfortable. Phoebe is a flirt, and I"ve ignored it for so long I don"t even notice it. But I get why you did it."
Walking out of the bathroom to find Phoebe standing there looking at us was even better than I had hoped. I had needed to remind Jason how I could make him feel. And I had needed to remind myself that he wanted me. That I was the one who turned him on.
"I didn"t know she"d hear us," I said honestly.
He chuckled. "I"m sure you didn"t, but I"m betting that the fact that she was the one who caught us made your night."
I nodded. No point in lying.
Jason burst out laughing and covered the s.p.a.ce between us in two long strides. "You are so crazy. She doesn"t compete with you, Jess. No one does. For me: You. Are. It."
"They intimidate me. All of them. They"re like you. I"m not." That was as honest as I had been with him.
Jason nodded. "Yeah, they all have the same career goals I have. Some even more than I do. Most more than I do. We all grew up similarly. But not one of them has ever made me feel like I couldn"t breathe without them. Not one of them is you, Jess. And they never will be. They don"t know how to make their own clothes. They don"t know how much fun an entire day of lying on a sofa watching all the Rocky movies can be, or how to get out of bed looking like a f.u.c.king G.o.ddess. Only you, Jess. Get that through your head, baby. But if you want to pull me into restrooms and f.u.c.k me in order to remind me how much I want your s.e.xy little body, then please do. Because that was hot. Seriously hot."
His words brought tears to my eyes, and a laugh bubbled out of me. Was I losing it with this pregnancy thing?
Jason held me and we stood there while I composed myself.
"I love this closet," he said. "Smells like you. When you aren"t here and I"m missing you, I come stand in here. The other morning when you were sleeping, I came in here before I left and just took a deep breath."
I tilted my head back and looked up at Jason. "Really?" I asked, amazed.
He grinned. "Yeah. I"m as insane about you as you are about me. You just keep forgetting that. I feel like I"m failing you somehow. I don"t want you to doubt how obsessed I am with you."
"Next time remind me that you smell my closet when you miss me. I think that"ll help," I suggested.
"I"ll do that."
Over the next month I managed to get my emotions in order. I was still jumping Jason regularly, but he didn"t seem to mind how much I wanted s.e.x. Jason said that news of our little escapade in the restroom during Finn"s party had gotten around, and now he was the envied one among his friends. He seemed to think it was funny, and I was glad my moment of jealousy hadn"t caused issues.
Today was Friday, which was my favorite day of the week. It meant I would have Jason for two whole days. Even when he studied he was here, so I wasn"t missing him. I worked on some new maternity outfits for myself while he read.
I was getting cleaned up after finishing my daily courses online. I wanted my business degree. I had finally decided I wanted to design my own clothing, not work for someone else. Maybe I would make a kids" boutique line. I wasn"t sure yet. But I knew that to run a business, I needed a degree.
The door opened and Jason walked in, carrying two large paper bags and wearing a smile on his face. "I"m home."
Laughing, I hurried over to him and kissed his face. "I see that."
He kissed me back, then pulled away. "Don"t start that now. I"ll have you naked and up against a wall before we know it. And before we play, we have work to do," he said, then held up the bags he was carrying.
"Work?" I asked, confused.
"Yep. Work. The fun kind," he a.s.sured me, and walked over to the coffee table and put the bags down.
I followed him as he began to pull out . . . pamphlets?
"What is that?"
Jason held up a handful and handed them to me. "They are destinations. Wedding destinations. We need to decide so I can use my brother"s fame and power to get the date and location you want."
I reached for the pamphlets he was handing me, but my mind was not processing this fast enough.
"I"ve been busy with school," Jason continued. "You"ve been busy with school and f.u.c.king my brains out. And while I"ve enjoyed that part very much, I need a date set. I"m ready to make you Jess Stone. I am done being patient and giving you time. You"re deciding this weekend."
"Anywhere," I said honestly. I would not cry because he had two bags full of locations for weddings. I would not cry because this was so incredibly sweet.
He glanced back at me as he pulled out his own handful to go through. "I want to marry you. I"ll marry you anywhere you want. h.e.l.l, Jess, I"ll go to Vegas and let Elvis do it. But you deserve the dream wedding. The one you"ve thought about since you were a little girl, and by G.o.d, I"m giving that to you. Having a brother the world worships is handy for some things. This is one of them. Now, come sit with me and let"s figure this out."
He sat down and held his arm out for me to join him.
I sniffled and smiled. "Okay."
I sat close to him and put my pile in his lap. "Let"s look at each one together until I see one I like."
"Nope. You gotta love it. I won"t stop until this is everything you ever wanted."
I laid my head on his chest. "You"re everything I ever wanted."
He kissed my head. "Good. So do you want Elvis to do this, then?"
Laughing, I shook my head.
"Didn"t think so. Let"s start with the East Coast locations. We can move west from there." Jason ***
The sun had decided to shine today. It was early spring in south Alabama, and the breeze could be chilly if the sun wasn"t out. But today it had shown up. The colorful peonies (yes, I know what those are now) decorated the ends of the rows of white chairs and were woven into the wooden arbor I stood under right beside my brother.
"When we used to play out here in the summers, you ever imagine this?" I asked, grinning, already knowing the answer.
"h.e.l.l no," he said with a chuckle.
I nodded to the gla.s.s b.a.l.l.s with candles lit in them hanging from the trees. "I hope we don"t set the place on fire."
Jax grinned. "I think we"re safe."
Glancing around, I saw several pairs of eyes watching us with big, cheesy grins. Trisha Taylor, Amanda Drake, and Willow Hardy all held bouquets of peonies and wore dresses similar in style but not identical. And each one was a different color, matching one of the peonies all over this place.
"Y"all are supposed to be quiet at this point," Marcus said from the other side of Jax, a smirk on his face.
Daisy May Taylor and Larissa Hardy came walking down the aisle, tossing petals to the ground as they smiled at the friends and family watching them.
"This is it," Jax whispered when the music, which had been chosen after lots of debate and changing of minds, started up.
My chest tightened and then my heart started pounding as I waited for Jess to turn that corner of trees. White satin appeared first, and then came my girl. Her eyes found me immediately, and all the things that were ever wrong with the world were right now. I had never thought I would settle down. Then a wild, gorgeous blonde with a baseball bat waved down my car and climbed inside. My world had never been the same since.
I heard Jax"s sharp intake of breath, and I knew the cause. But right now all I saw was Jess. I couldn"t look at anything or anyone else.
She"d spent the past month making her dress. She had worked late into the nights and put so much love into it. It was perfect. She was perfect. When she reached me, I stepped down, took her hand, and pulled her to my side. My brother stepped down and took Sadie"s hand, and they stood to the left of us.
When they were planning this, Jess and Sadie both considered letting their mothers walk them down the aisle. They"d both been raised by just their moms. But in the end they had decided to walk down side by side to meet us.
"You"re breathtaking," I whispered as I stared down at Jess in awe.
"Thank you," she said, smiling so brightly it put the sun to shame. "I love you."
"I love you more," I said as I tucked her hand in my arm and held her beside me.
I glanced over at my brother, who held his bride on his arm, looking as completely consumed as I felt. Sharing this day with each other wasn"t our idea. The girls had come up with the idea of a dual wedding at Jax"s Sea Breeze home. They had wanted to get married where we all had good memories. Near the family and friends who had watched us fall in love. Who had been there through the ups and downs.
And it was perfect.
"We are gathered here today," the minister began, and Jess squeezed my arm.
This was it.
It seemed, in my attempt to give Jess her fairy tale, she"d given me mine. And I hadn"t even known I"d had one. Until now. This was it.
The vows were said, and although my brother was famous for his lyrics, my vows were exactly how I felt. I didn"t try to make them as pretty as Jax"s would be. But mine were ours. Mine and Jess"s. Our story. Our beginning and our forever.
"You both may now kiss your brides."
My favorite part of the ceremony. I cupped Jess"s face in my hands and stared down at the beautiful woman who was now my wife. "h.e.l.lo, Mrs. Stone," I whispered before taking her mouth and kissing her.
The cheers faded away as I held my wife in my arms.
My wife.
d.a.m.n, I was a lucky son of a b.i.t.c.h.
Blythe and Krit from Bad for You Blythe So many numbers . . . So many people . . . Oh my G.o.d.
I sat at my desk, staring at the screen of my MacBook. I hadn"t been able to do much else for the past hour. There were just too many freaking numbers. I hadn"t expected this. Never in a million years had I expected this.
But it was there. Was it wrong?
Gripping the edge of my desk, I blinked several times and took a deep breath. When the numbers remained the same, I pinched myself. Ouch. Yeah, I was awake. This wasn"t a dream.
I heard my phone ringing, but I couldn"t answer it. My eyes were completely glued to those numbers. Talking right now wouldn"t be possible. I was speechless.
I wasn"t sure how long I"d been sitting there when the door of our apartment flew open and Krit stalked in, frantically calling my name.
Hearing his voice snapped me out of my state of shock, and I lifted my gaze to see my beautiful boyfriend with his pale blond hair and striking blue eyes looking at me like he was terrified.
"You"re okay," he gasped. "f.u.c.k . . . G.o.dd.a.m.n, love, you scared the s.h.i.t out of me. I"ve been calling for the past hour. I even had Green come up and knock on your door."
I hadn"t heard Green knocking, but, then again, I"d only noticed my phone ringing once. "Come here. Come see," I managed to say.
"What is it?"
He came behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders as he pressed a kiss to my head. "Wait . . . are those your book sales?" he asked, awe in his voice.
"Yeah . . ." I nodded, then let out a laugh. "I"m just . . . Can you believe this?" I asked, turning to gaze up at him.
Krit"s smile was so full of pride my heart felt full. "h.e.l.l yeah, I believe it. Those stupid s.h.i.ts who sent you rejection letters didn"t know what they were doing. This proves it. You"re brilliant, baby. I never doubted that."
I had spent seven months trying to get a literary agent for my finished novel. It hadn"t happened for me. After ten rejections, I did some research online and found out about self-publishing.
It took three more months of getting an editor and having the ma.n.u.script cleaned up, finding a cover artist to do my cover, and building an online presence. Two weeks ago I had clicked publish on the three top ebook retailers.
I hadn"t even let Krit tell our friends. Knowing my words were out there for people to read was terrifying. Within days bloggers had started reviewing it. I wouldn"t look at the sales numbers all week because I was afraid to.
"Can you believe that in two weeks" time eight thousand people have bought my book? They"ve read it!" I was amazed.
"Babe, it"s about us. That"s some good s.h.i.t," he teased.
I shook my head and stood up, putting my hands on my hips. "Krit, that"s . . . that"s twenty-four thousand dollars in just two weeks." Even saying it out loud sounded insane. Crazy! People did not make that kind of money in two weeks. Especially not college students.
"What?" Krit asked slowly.
I hadn"t discussed pricing with him, or how much profit I received per book. This was where he got the shock. "Twenty-four thousand. I make three dollars a book," I explained.
Krit"s eyes went wide, and then something happened. The excitement and pride that had been there faded. Something else took its place before he turned his head away from me. "That"s amazing, love. Really amazing. I knew you"d do it. You deserve it," he said, finally glancing back at me. "I gotta get back to cla.s.s. I"ll see you tonight," he said, then kissed me hard on the mouth before walking out of the apartment we shared.