Ironically, I’d felt the same way when I’d heard the story and thought about my future wife wearing a ring I’d had to poop out. So it wasn’t a hard promise to make.
But I ended the day the same way I usually did, which was also the same way I usually started it—smiling, with Sasha in my arms, in my heart, and with our lips pressed together.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jackson
Later that night, in a hotel room so they could celebrate without worrying about a still healing man trying to beat the shit out of his daughter’s fiancé with whatever he could get his hands on…
I pushed carefully inside Sasha, ever aware of her injury. I’d just finished inspecting the damage and was relieved to see she only had some bruising to it, so I’d kissed it better. Thoroughly.
But still, I didn’t ever want to cause her pain, so I took my time working my length inside her tightness, regardless of how much my brain was screaming at me just to thrust hard.
Leaning my weight on one arm, I reached down and lifted her leg with my other hand until it was lying against her stomach and her foot was on my shoulder. At this angle, the head of my cock would skim over the spot inside her that drove her wild, and her ass cheeks and the back of her thigh would protect her if I thrust hard. Well, hopefully.
Looking between us, I watched as my dick, coated in her wetness, withdrew from her pussy until only the tip was still inside her.
“You can go harder, Jackson,” she breathed, rolling her hips impatiently. “It’ll be fine.”
I would have kept my control—at least, I’d like to think I would—if she hadn’t squeezed her muscles tightly around what little of me was inside her. Unfortunately, the sensation around the overstimulated nerve endings in that area of me was too much, and my hips thrust forward before I could stop them, sheathing the entire length of me in one sharp movement.
The scream that came out of her definitely wasn’t a pained one, and she proved it by digging her nails into my ass cheeks. “Again.”
Reaching back, I grabbed her hand and pulled it forward until I could see her fingers. Specifically the finger with the ring I’d given her on it.
“Mine,” I growled and proceeded to fuck and make love to the woman who was my future.
Who was my everything.
It felt like it went on forever and like I’d never be able to stop, but it also felt like only seconds later, as we were catching our breath, that she turned her head and whispered, “Always,” in my ear. “And only ever yours.”
Fucking right!
But then her words sank in over the loud sound my pulse was making in my head, only this time, it was due to what she meant instead of the fact I’d just come and done it hard.
Because I was still lying on top of Sasha, all I had to do was lift my head to meet her eyes.
“Are you telling me—” I broke off, shaking my head to clear it at the same time as I felt my dick getting hard inside her again. “You never… with a guy?”
I couldn’t even form the sentence because the mere thought of it made me want to punch someone.
Smiling shyly up at me, she shook her head as her hands swept up and down my back. “Never.”
Staring blindly at a spot on the mattress beside her shoulder, I let the words sink in.
It took all of ten seconds for that to happen, and then I was thrusting into her with a renewed vigor that almost shocked me.
“I’m afraid this is going to be a long night.”
There was no apology in my voice, only pure satisfaction, and pride that made her start laughing until I upped the force behind my thrusts.
After that, there were only moans. Some of them mine, a lot of them hers.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sasha
One year later…
We were home in Florida, and I was now the owner of a diploma that confirmed I’d achieved my degree in Environmental Studies.
Even better, my soon-to-be husband—as in like we were getting married in a week—would be starting at the University of Florida in the fall to get his master’s in Forensic Science. He also wasn’t in pain when he came home at the end of the day, thanks to the monthly acupuncture he was having on his back for the muscle spasms.
I’d also gotten a job that allowed me to study for my master’s in Marine Resource Assessment like I’d wanted to, so I was getting the best of both worlds.
Our spring break had been slightly overshadowed by Fita’s case finally going to court and all of us having to take the stand, but she’d been sentenced to twenty-two years, with a minimum of eighteen years to be served in prison.