My words brought the smile back, but it was brief.
“I just know how much your mom wants the big wedding.”
“But you know I don’t care, right?”
I held my breath, waiting for his answer. When he nodded, I exhaled hard and kissed him.
“I’m not going to lie, though,” I said when I finally separated my lips from his. “It’s going to be nice, standing in front of all those people, showing off my sexy, new husband.”
One side of his mouth quirked up before he shifted and nipped at my thumb. “You going to prance me around?”
“Like the best show pony there ever was.” We laughed, but I needed him to know how serious I was about the wedding not being a big deal to me. “You have to understand that this big hoopla is more for my mom than either of us. She’s happy we’re happy and wants to make a big deal about it.”
“I know.”
“Good.”
Jackson rolled on top of me and pressed his thick length against mine, pulling a groan from my chest. He bit and licked at my lips before moving to my neck and back up again. Digging my hands in his hair, I held tight and thrust my hips.
“I love you,” he growled against me, grinding harder, faster.
“I love you too.”
More than he knew. With each second that passed, the ache in my balls grew, matching the ache in my chest. Looking up into his dark eyes staring down at me with more love than I ever thought possible, the need to make him mine grew and grew until it took up too much space in my chest.
“Jake,” he groaned, keeping his eyes open as he came all over my stomach. The pleasure rippling across his body—the delicious friction against my cock had me falling right behind him.
He dropped his head to my shoulder, his hard pants heating my skin more than it already was. Despite coming, the pressure on my chest was still there, the need too big to contain.
“Marry me. Tonight.”
His head jerked up. “What?”
“Let’s go to Vegas and get married.” The words tumbled from my mouth as they were forming in my brain, without thought. But my mind knew what it wanted, and it wanted this man as my husband. “You can buy the plane tickets. Pay for our real wedding. Mom will pay for the pony show.”
His eyes were wide, but I could see the idea taking hold and how much he liked it. “Jake…”
“We’ll still have our big day. We don’t have to tell anyone. This is just for us.” I brushed his cheek, needing to touch him. “Marry me.”
Finally, the smile I knew and loved stretched his full lips and I knew everything would be perfect. “Okay.”
An hour later, Jackson sat at our kitchen table in just his boxer briefs, dragging both hands through his hair. Frankly, I could have watched him all damn day in that position.
His arms flexing with every rough drag.
His abs rippling with each fidgeting move.
“There are no fucking flights for tonight. What the hell?”
I walked behind him and rested my palms on his broad shoulders, looking over the screen. “What about that one?”
“That’s first class.”
“So?”
“Do you know how much it costs to fly first class across the country?”
“Jackson, I—”
“Don’t even offer,” he growled.
Sliding my hands down his pecs and finally giving in to touch each ridged groove on his abdomen, I whispered in his ear, “Then buy the fucking flights.” He hissed when I nipped his ear. “And I’ll book the hotel.”
“Dammit, Jake.”
I cut his irritation off when I slid lower and gripped his soft cock through this underwear. “Do I have to punish you again.” He thrust up into my hand, growing hard by the second. “Sometimes I think you’re a stubborn ass because you like to bottom for me.”
“Don’t act like I don’t own that ass as much as you own mine,” he moaned, reaching behind me to grip my ass.
“You won’t be getting this ass at all if you don’t make an honest man out of me.”
“Cocktease,” he grumbled as he booked the tickets.
I smiled, giving him one last long stroke before heading to my own computer to book our hotel.
Just when I hit confirm, my phone rang.
“Hey, Mom.”
Jackson plopped down on the couch next to me and I closed the laptop, not wanting to hear him bitch about the price of our room. It was our honeymoon after all.
“Hey, baby. I was just thinking of you, as always, and thought I’d call to check up on if you and Jackson had come to a decision about the venue.
“Wow, a whole twenty-four hours, Mom. I can’t believe you waited this long to call and ask.”
“Oh, hush. You know how excited I am. And this is an opportunity. If you pass on it, you may not be able to get married for another two years.”