Page 138 of Saving the Last Heir
What the hell?
He stepped forward, his grin growing. “I never want to spend a single day away from her. I want to watch her wake up every morning, I want to hear every laugh, see every smile, and hold her every night. I want to bind our lives together forever, and…”He went down on one knee before me. My heart felt like it was going to literally burst from my chest, and I was suddenly dizzy. “With your father’s blessing, Shyanne Witmer, will you marry me?”
As he spoke, he brought his hand out from behind his back and opened the small, black box. A gorgeous, shimmering diamond ring sat nestled in the black velvet. All I could do was stare at it for several seconds, mouth hanging wide open in shock.
“Well, answer that sexy bastard, girl!” Reggie shouted. “I don’t swing that way, but damn, if you don’t say yes, I will!”
“Oh my god,” I said, the words coming out as sobs. I hadn’t even realized I’d begun crying. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you, Jackson.”
The room erupted in shouts, screams, and cheers, all punctuated by Jacqueline’s shrieks of excitement. Jackson slipped the ring onto my finger and took me in his arms, kissing me long and hard while everyone around us celebrated. I understood, in that moment, that this would be a memory I would come back to hundreds of times over the rest of my life. The happiest and most joyous day of my life.
After hours of revelry, drinks, food, and laughter, our welcome home party died down. Jackson and I started to clean up, but his father waved us away.
“Go get some rest, you two,” he said. “You’ve had a long trip, and you deserve to sleep.”
“Dad, we can help,” Jackson said. “It’s fine.”
“No,” his mother said, stuffing paper plates into a trash bag. “Go on. Sleep well.”
She dropped the bag and hurried over to me, arms open wide. I happily accepted the hug, resting my head on her shoulder as she embraced me.
“Welcome to the family, dear,” she whispered.
“Thank you,” I replied, my voice thick with emotion.
I’d never been able to hold my own mother. She’d died giving life to me. Maybe, I could come to see Jackson’s mom as a surrogate of my own.
Jackson took my hand and led me upstairs to his room. With each step we took, exhaustion built deeper, but a different emotion came through even stronger. Looking down at my hand, I smiled at the way the light reflected off my new ring. There was only one way to celebrate this day.
Jackson had barely gotten through the door when I nudged him aside, then closed and locked the door.
“Really?” he said, giving me a knowing smile. “I thought you might be too tired.”
“Not a chance,” I said. “Now take off your clothes, big guy. You’ve got something I need.”
“I think that goes both ways,” he said as he undid his belt.
In seconds, we’d torn free of our clothes and stood naked, our clothes thrown to the side in a pile, looking at each other as if for the first time. Jackson’s hungry gaze roved over my body. A pleasant ache formed in my nipples as they hardened under his gaze. I let my own desire take hold and scanned his entire body. Broad tight chest, rippling stomach muscles, and tree-trunk legs. Not an ounce of fat on him. Jackson looked like a carvingof a Greek god. And there, between his legs, rigid and throbbing, was his massive cock.
“Lie down on your back,” I commanded.
“I love a woman who takes charge,” Jackson said as he settled on the bed.
I climbed onto him, wiggling until his cock was nestled between my ass cheeks, pointing straight up and pulsing along with his heartbeat. He reached up, wrapping me in thickly muscled arms. We kissed, his mouth gentle and tender against mine while his fingertips massaged my back, shoulders, and ass. The soft way his lips and tongue caressed mine spoke of love and need. Part of me still couldn’t believe I was going to spend my life with this man.
“I want to show you how much I love you,” I whispered against his lips. I eased my hand down between us, sliding along his stomach until my fingers wrapped around his shaft. Jackson gave a grunt of satisfaction as I squeezed him gently.
Lifting my hips slightly, I angled his cock to press the head deliciously against my clit. Using him like a toy, I rubbed it back and forth, sending waves of pleasure up through my pelvis. Jackson’s breathing picked up, becoming heavier, and his hands gripped my ass hard. Rising up slightly, I positioned the thick head of his cock at my entrance. Releasing a low moan of ecstasy, I sank down onto him, taking every inch in.
“Oh, fuck,” Jackson groaned.
Once I was fully seated, I rose up, steadying myself with my hands on his chest, and rocked my hips back and forth. Each movement had his cock hitting my G-spot.
“Ride me, baby,” Jackson whispered, running his hands up my stomach and cupping my breasts.
Taking his suggestion, I picked up my speed, grinding and rocking faster. Jackson lifted his hips, timing his movement to my own, forcing his cock deep into me, filling me until I thought I might pass out. The sensation of being filled, of having him inside my body, taking as well as giving pleasure, never ceased to fill me with a deep contentment. He was mine, and I was his. Forever. Had I not been enjoying myself so much, it might have brought me to tears.
Instead of crying, I released a moan of satisfaction as Jackson pinched my nipples. Each soft twist sent a pleasurable tingle straight to my core. My clit throbbed. I leaned forward to grind against his pubic bone. Already, I could feel an explosive climax building deep within me.
