“Takes after her momma,” I mused, wincing when her sharp elbow met the bone of my rib.
Once he got to the end of the song, Jarrod looked up at us and grinned. “She loves those songs. When Jose brought her car in to get the oil changed, Miss. Olivia here wasn’t a happy little lady, so I sang her the songs that work for me when I get stressed, and it was like an off switch.”
“Can you record you singing those for me?” Jose breathed, and I had to give her credit for that genius idea.
“What with your sister getting me into erotic audible narrations, and you wanting to record me singing for your baby, I’m starting to get a complex,” he snickered looking back down at Liv. “Do you think they’re using me for my voice?”
Clearing her throat, Jose got his attention. “Well, it’s not like I can use you for anything else with him standing beside me,” she pointed her thumb in my direction to show what she was talking about.
If I thought she meant it I’d have been pissed and hurt, but here’s the thing about Josephine – she was loyal, she was true, she would never cheat, and I didn’t doubt her feelings for me at all, just like she didn’t doubt my feelings for her. Then again, she didn’t actually know the depth of those feelings, something which I was planning on changing as soon as possible. So her joking like this was just that – a freaking joke. Some might not have been able to handle it, but I was confident and secure with what we had, so it bounced off me. Plus, it was Jarrod. The guy was one of the best men to ever walk the earth and he thought the world of my girls, Tabby included.
Snorting, I swatted her butt gently, getting a squeak out of her and a giggle from Liv. “Shall we go to the reception?”
Sighing, she moved toward the car, taking Liv back from Jarrod and securing her back in her car seat. “Yeah, before the crazy bitch sends Raoul and Logan out with their lights and sirens going.”
The funniest thing was – she totally would.
And in case you’re wondering, Tabby and DB’s first dance was to the song they both loved so much, Estranged, sang by the one and only Jarrod. DB’s dad Alex and I both had the smarts to record it on our phones, so it was now my ringtone. The man had slayed it, and it was just perfect.Chapter 15Ellis
Twenty-one days later…It was bad form to tell someone you loved them and wanted to marry them while you were inside them, wasn’t it? I’m sure I’d read that on a card or something. So, I did my best not to blurt it out as I lay on my back with her lifting up onto her knees, and lowering back down again. But fuck me it was hard. Every morning I woke up with it on the tip of my tongue, and then I’d remember I had a plan and I couldn’t veer away from it.
Pulling her down with a hand in the middle of her back, I lifted my head to meet her mouth, impatient to kiss her, but also needing the distraction so I didn’t crack under the pressure. It’s not that I wasn’t seriously enjoying what we were doing right now – totally not that at all – it was because I wanted to take that next step with her badly. I wanted the promise that she’d be mine and I’d be hers for the rest of our lives. Was it too soon? No, because when you knew, you knew. Again, I’m sure I saw that on a card, but it was true. I’d wanted her for so long and we’d spent so many months getting to know each other, and forming a bond I knew was unbreakable, so even though it hadn’t been official between us for that long, I wanted to make it legal. Hell, I’d even settle for a long-ish engagement if it helped, the pleasure of seeing my ring on her finger and knowing she was going to be mine soon would do, for now.
All thoughts and worries flew out of my head when I felt her clench around my cock, my eyes flying open and seeing her head tipped back. The gentle slide of her long, dark, silky hair on my thighs made me jerk upwards just as she lowered down, making a noise come out of her that was like a gasp and a cry at the same time. From where I was, I could see each muscle in her abdomen tensing and knew she was close to tipping over the edge. When I saw her tits bounce the next time she slid down me, I lost the last shred of restraint I had. All of the thoughts of marrying her mixed with the hedonistic pleasure of what we were doing, meaning that my restraint was now a speck of dust in real terms, and I grabbed her hips, tipping us over so that I was now on top.