Page 2 of You’re Mine

“You know I love you, right?” I look him right in his blue eyes. I like to think that the first time he turned his gaze on me, I fell in love. Maybe that’s just me looking back on the past with rose-colored glasses, but either way, I’m helplessly head over heels for Jace King.

“I do, of course I do. I love you, too, sweetheart,” he rumbles.

But something about him seems nervous – a side I’m not really used to seeing. Jace is the tough guy because that’s just who he is. But then my boyfriend takes a deep breath like he’s nervous and starts to let out a long string of sentences.

“I know that I’m not in a position to give you anything close to the life you have now, Haley, but I want you to know that I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you forever, longer if I need to. That’s a promise. I don’t really have much of… well, anything, but I’ll make something of myself. If you need anything, you’ll have it. If you want anything, you’ll have it. I’ll make sure our life together is as close to perfect as possible.”

He doesn’t look at me while he’s talking, opting to have his eyes focus on the necklace I’m wearing – one he gave me. I know that our difference in wealth makes him a little uncomfortable, but I don’t care about money. In fact, nothing comes close to how much I care about Jace.

I put my hand on his cheek and gently nudge him, so he’s looking back at me.

“You’re already something Jace. You’re amazing, kind, sweet, and giving. Having money or not having money – that doesn’t change your worth, not to me.” I hope he believes me.

Jace merely takes the hand I have on his cheek and presses his lips to my palm. I reposition myself, so I’m straddling his lap. I run my fingers through his thick, black hair, and he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, leaning into my embrace.

“Mmmmm,” he moans. Whenever I touch him, I feel so inexperienced. I know I’m not the first girl Jace has been with, but he’s my first boyfriend. He’s been my first everything, actually. I don’t want him to think I’m some dumb girl who knows nothing about sex, but I don’t really know a whole lot.

“You mean the world to me,” I breathe in his ear. “You’re everything.”

He lets out a sigh, and as we continue to lie together, I can feel him growing in his pants. His cock presses against my thigh. The length excites me. I want more. Usually, when this happens, we don’t do much about it, and I’m pretty sure he just takes care of his erections once he’s alone. But tonight, something’s going to be different. I’m going to make sure of it.

“Jace?” I’m biting my lip, a bit nervous to ask him what I want to ask him.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to? I mean, I was wondering if tonight we could….” My voice trails off. It should be easy to say, but I can’t get the words out of my mouth. I don’t even know how to phrase it, I’m so nervous.

Jace opens his eyes and smiles gently.

“What is it, baby?” The corner of his mouth slides into a lopsided grin. I know I’ll never be able to say it with him looking at me, so instead, I take my hands and place them on his chest. I slowly bring one down, going lower and lower until I reach the edge of his jeans. But instead of reaching in, I slip my hand under his shirt and feel the hard muscles underneath. I sigh as my fingers skim his skin. He’s hot, smooth, and so beautiful. My entire body warms up as I feel him underneath me. My body buzzes with the contact.

I remember when he first approached me at school. I couldn’t believe someone as gorgeous as Jace King could ever be interested in me. After all, he’s the bad boy that all the girls desire, complete with a devil may care grin and a muscled, taut body. He’s literally what female fantasies are made of. Meanwhile, I’m kind of a nobody. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and a curvy body with a too-big ass and too-big breasts. People look at me, but there’s nothing unique or worthwhile. I probably weigh twice as much as some of the popular girls with their stick thin physiques.

But Jace was interested. He looked at me and saw someone. Someone he wanted to be with. Someone intriguing and exciting, and soon, we started dating. It was a little weird at first, but we ignored the whispers and gossip. After a while, we became an item, and it seemed like the rest of the school accepted us as a couple, even if some of the girls still shot envious gazes at me when we walked the halls.

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