Then I went on one knee. Jamie gasped, hands over her mouth.
"You know what I'm gonna say," I mumbled. I cleared my throat, feeling like the world's biggest jackass. "And you know why I'm gonna say it. I love you. I don't want anything but you for the rest of my life. I want us to be a family for real, officially. I talked it over with Gigi, and she feels the same way." I pulled out the box, opening it. "Will you marry me?"
It wasn't poetry. Not even close. Even so, she cried, and when she gave me her hand, she was smiling wide.
"Of course I'll marry you." I slid the ring on her finger, and she gasped when she got a look at it. There was only one other time when I felt so much relief-when I knew she and Gigi were safe that night at the motel.
Gigi cheered and clapped. When I finished kissing Jamie, we held out our arms to include our daughter.
"In my heart, we've been married all this time," Jamie murmured to me. "But it's nice, knowing you want it to be official."
"I do. I want you to know I'm your man, always."
"Champagne time!" Gigi went behind the bar. When she found the bottle, she held it up.
"Okay, okay. Chill. You can't have any, anyway." I went around to take the bottle from her.
"Actually, she's not the only one who can't."
"What?" I was too busy pouring, I didn't hear what she said.
"I said I can't have any champagne."
I stopped pouring. Her words started to make sense. She couldn't … I looked up.
"You're serious?"
"Yes." She wiped a tear from her eye. "I hope you're glad."
"Glad?" I went back over to her and held her as tight as I thought I could get away with. "Glad? I'm fucking thrilled!" I laughed.
"Dad! Language." Gigi stood next to us. "What's happening?"
Jamie crouched down. "I'm going to have a baby."
I never thought I would hear my daughter scream like that. She threw her arms around Jamie's neck and even cried a little.
"I'm so happy!" We both hugged her. I was happy, too. I couldn't believe my family grew so fast.
"That was my surprise for you two. You're not the only ones who know how to surprise people." Jamie laughed, wiping her eyes, then wiping Gigi's.
"Hey," Gigi whispered. She giggled, pulling Jamie's ear to her mouth. Jamie listened, then laughed.
"I forgot all about that! You were right!"
"What's so funny?" I looked at the two of them.
Jamie smiled up at me. "A year ago, your daughter asked me a question. At the time, I said no."
"What was the question?"
"She asked if I would be her step-mommy. I guess you could say she proposed before you did."
After dinner, once Gigi was in bed and the house was locked up, I pulled Jamie by the hand into our room. My fiancée. Mother of my children. I couldn't wait to be with her.
"My wife. I'll have to get used to that," I whispered, nibbling her neck. She giggled, then sighed as I licked a slow trail up to her earlobe, biting just a little.
"You don't have to get used to it yet," she teased. "We could have a long engagement."
"I don't care." I took her ass in my hands, gripping it, pulling her to me. She gasped, moaning, tilting her head back. "As long as I'm with you." I started from her neck again, this time going from the bottom to her chin, to her mouth.
We had been together for a year, and it still felt just as hot when we kissed as it did the first time. There was more to it than just that. There was love, and history. On that night, there was a lot of hope for the future, too.
"Are you sure it's okay to do this?" I asked, even while I pulled the sweater over her head and took her tits in my hands. She sighed, closing her eyes while I played with them. I pulled the cups down just enough to flick my thumbs over her nipples, making them stand up before my tongue found them.
"Yes. I'm sure. And I need you."
I growled, pulling her to me for another kiss. She bit my lip, and I hissed through my teeth. All she did was make me harder. I pressed myself against her, grinding my growing erection against her hip. She moaned into my mouth, then slid her hand between us to rub it against my bulge. That wasn't good enough, so she unzipped me and slid her hand inside. I gasped when she made contact with my aching cock, already hard and desperate to be inside her. She stroked slowly, teasing me. Building me up.
"Keep that up and I'll come before I'm inside," I muttered, eyes closed.
She giggled. "You're a young man. I think you can handle it twice in one night."
She was right, but I pulled her hand away anyway. I wanted it to be with her, inside her. It was never the same any other way.
We fell onto the bed. I ran my hands over her body-it would change soon. I could tell she was thinking the same thing as she unhooked her bra, and she sighed deeply when I buried my face between her tits.
"They'll get bigger," she whispered.
My cock jumped-they were already so full and firm. I couldn't wait, and I licked my way over them before I moved further down her body. The flat stomach, but not for much longer. The hips, the thighs. I worked her pants down, caressing her soft curves. The lean, smooth legs. I parted them, licking further and further up the inside of one thigh until I was at her center.
I didn't waste any time, pulling the panties to the side and tasting her. She groaned, holding my head in place. I watched her move on the bed, hips rocking, head rolling from side to side. Her back arched when I sucked her tight little button, and it didn't take much longer before she came with a shuddering gasp. I knew just how to get her off fast, or to take my time with it. One of the nice things about being together for so long.
"Roll over," I grunted. I didn't care how it sounded. I needed her then and there. I wasn't in the mood for a leisurely fuck. I wanted to be inside her, to make her whole body scream before she came all over me.
"Mmm … I think we'll make good use of this position in the coming months." She winked at me, and I twitched when I thought about taking her from behind. It was my favorite position, and hers, too.
She got ready like she always did, on all fours. Her pussy waited for me, glistening, and my cock throbbed when I got closer to her. I guided the head up and down her cleft. She moaned, moving her hips around, wanting me to touch more of her. "Greedy," I muttered, and she laughed. Then I slid inside and the laugh turned into a moan. We both moaned, trying to keep it quiet for the kid's sake but not able to be totally quiet. It was impossible.
I slid back, then forward. Again. Again. The way she moaned, rolling her head in a circle, arching her back, was worth taking my time for. I watched and listened, thrusting slowly. Loving the way she loved it when I took her. She was totally in the moment, totally aware of her body and what she liked-and sex was never boring because of that.
I couldn't stay at that slow, sensual pace for long. My body took over. It wanted more, fast, hard. I sped up, going deeper. Hitting her at just the right angle. I reached for her tits, playing with them as I fucked her. She moaned even louder, the combination of pleasure taking her higher. I loved the way she got into it when we had sex. She forgot the "nice girl" she was to everybody else and turned into a wild animal, wanting to get off. She didn't have a problem telling me what she liked and how she liked it, and when she covered my hand with hers and squeezed, I knew she wanted me to be a little rougher. I pinched her nipple, and she let out a high-pitched squeal.
I held her hips, holding on as I pumped faster. Harder. Deeper. I needed to take her and remind myself she was mine. She was all mine, body and soul. Forever. I felt like a king, the way I always did when I was inside her. Like I could do anything.
She grunted, whispering how much she loved it. I slapped her ass, hard, with the flat of my hand. She gasped, going stiff for a second with her back arched. Then she groaned, and I knew she loved it the way she always did. We had learned a lot about each other in a year, and she wasn't the girl I first met. She found out she liked being spanked, having her hair pulled, having her wrists tied to the bed.
She pushed back against me, more excited. I spanked again and again, and she shook each time my hand made contact. "Yeah … I love it … " she gasped. I pulled her hair back and she shuddered, pushing even harder. Riding me like I rode her.
She went faster, and I matched her. Her grunts were louder, higher pitched, and I knew she was getting ready to come. I was ready, too, holding on for her. Just another few seconds. Everything in me screamed, wanting to be let go. My cock throbbed with each thrust as she got tighter … tighter.
Finally, she shrieked, her body tensing. "Yes! Lance! Oh, yes!" She shuddered, gasping.
Her muscles clenched around me, bearing down on me, and I lost it. I exploded inside her, groaning, my body going rigid while I came. I couldn't think of anything for the first few seconds, just like always. It was enough to feel.
When it was over, I immediately thought of her. Was she okay? I left her, and she fell on her side with a sigh.
"Holy cow," she whispered.