There’s a chime throughout the hall. It must be eight o’clock. I make my way towards the stage, and I see that Jet is already on his way. He just wants to say a few words to thank everyone who’s here. I hear him tapping on the mic as I get closer to the front.
“Hey everyone, if you don’t know me, my name is Jet Kincaid.” There’s a whooping cheer from the audience and a whole mountain of applause. I finally weave my way to the front of the crowd and find Jet smiling. “Thank you. I just wanted to take a couple of minutes to thank everyone who’s come here to celebrate the expansion of KINdred Spirit.” More applause. “There is a list of people a mile long I need to thank, and I’d never remember them all or be able to thank them adequately up here. Everyone who’s helped us get this far has a special place in my heart.” He spies me in the audience, and his grin widens. “But there’s one person I do need to thank while I’m up here, because without her, KINdred Spirit wouldn’t be the same company it is today. Kara Bishop.”
There’s applause for me, and a couple of cheers from people I assume are Joey and Ella somewhere in the back. I duck my head, blushing furiously. Jet continues, “Come up here, Kara.” I hesitantly make my way towards him as he keeps talking. “About a year ago I met Kara, and she helped me refine the toy that became our bestseller—the toy that’s named after her, the Kara.” I blush harder. It’s no secret that the toy is named after me, but having it announced in front of a ballroom full of people is something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to.
“In the last year she’s become my best friend, and the one person I rely on most.”
I’m still looking at the ground as the tears come into my eyes, because I feel that way too. But the next words Jet says aren’t into the microphone, they’re right in front of me as he takes my hands. “I love you, Kara.”
I look up to find his face serious and full of emotion. “You’ve been everything to me for a long time now, and I want you to be everything for me always.” Jet sinks to one knee and I hear a collective gasp from the hall full of people as he produces a small box—one with a ring inside it. Suddenly I’m crying, and I’m trying to blink away the tears so I can see him and the ring. I think I’m laughing too because I didn’t expect this to happen here.
Jet is smiling up at me, and the ring is sparkling like fire under these thousand lights. “Kara Bishop, will you marry me?”
My voice has completely vacated the building, and I can only nod as the tears run down my face and the entire room erupts in cheers of celebration. Jet is pulling me to him, kissing me fiercely. Then the ring is on my finger and it’s perfect and I’m blinded by how utterly beautiful it is. Engaged. I’m engaged.
There’s a smile on my face and I feel like I’m floating. I kiss Jet again, and before we know it we’re swarmed with well-wishers, people with congratulations, people who want to see the ring. The entire crowd seems to revolve around us, continual words and hugs and tears, but the entire time I never let go of Jet’s hand. He’s my anchor, and now I know that he always will be.
I’m not sure how much time passes, it’s all a blur. But when the lights are low and people are dancing, Jet pulls me away from the remaining crowd, and we slip away up to our room. I’d always wanted to stay at the Plaza, and Jet thought this was the perfect opportunity.
Our room is plush, with a giant white bed and beautiful green and gold furnishings. I noticed them earlier, but I don’t notice them now. As soon as the door closes behind us, Jet’s arms are around me, his lips pressed against mine, moving to my ear, my neck. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone for hours,” he groans against my skin.
“Did that really happen?” I ask, and I hold up my hand so I can look at the ring. My ring. “We’re getting married?”
“We’re getting married.” The happiness is practically leaking out of him. I can’t remember a time when he’s been so…joyous.
Jet undresses me, one article of clothing at a time, giving attention to each new swath of skin that he reveals. By the time I’m naked, he’s caressed and kissed every inch of me, and I’m reaching for him, more than ready for him to be inside me. My pussy is drenched, and tonight I’m desperate for him to make me come. He sheds his clothes and slips on a condom in the blink of an eye, and now I’m looking around for the telltale flash of color. What toy will we be using tonight?
Jet catches me looking, and pulls me against him, his hard cock pressed between us. “Tonight, I want it to be just us.”
My eyes widen. “Has it ever been just us?”
“Not in a long time,” he says, turning me to face the large mirror on the wall. “Something we should probably try more often.”
He slides into me in one long, luxurious stroke, and I moan. I’m so wet that he slides in easily, and I see his face in the mirror as he does. He looks like it’s pure bliss, and I feel it too. Even after all this time, having him inside me, filling me up to the brim and stretching me is my favorite feeling. That level of connection and pleasure is something I’ve never found anywhere else. He pulls me back against him, and I reach out, bracing myself against the mirror.
The slapping of our skin is loud as he fucks me, my breath fogging the mirror in front of me because I’m panting with the pleasure of him moving inside me. His hand slips around to my clit, using a finger to slowly work it back and forth. The smooth, slow feeling, at odds with the pounding of his cock, makes me wetter. He flattens himself against me, one hand full of my breasts, the other continuing that slow and steady pulse on my clit. As his finger moves, my clit becomes more and more sensitive, until every twitch of his finger is sending sparks through me.
Suddenly Jet’s finger speeds up, rubbing against me at the same speed as his thrusting, and I start to moan. With the sounds I’m making the other guests in the hotel are getting a show, but I don’t care—I’m getting married. Jet doesn’t stop, and my breath starts to come in huge gasps as my orgasm swells. It starts in my clit, the feeling like lightning flaring through me, echoed by the release in my pussy. I know I scream, but I barely hear it, I’m too focused on the feeling of Jet’s cock as he buries it in me, the feeling of my orgasm running down my legs, the feeling of floating on a cloud of complete pleasure.
His finger doesn’t stop, his cock doesn’t stop, and I’m gasping for breath, shuddering in his arms. He groans into my ear has he comes, pounding to the finish in a burst of speed, and I feel his cock jerk inside me. We let out a breath together, unwilling to move from this spot. It’s Jet that moves first, slipping out of me and cleaning himself up. I’m still leaning against the mirror when he comes back and scoops me up to carry me to the bed.
Sleep is coming quickly, but I try to stay awake until he climbs into bed with me. I snuggle against his skin, reveling in the perfect feeling of knowing this is the person I’ll always be with. As if he’s reading my mind, I hear Jet’s voice, soft in the dark. “I love you, fiancée.”
“I love you too.”
THE END
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1
Scarlett
I make my way down the cold New York street, coffee tray in hand. It wobbled a bit, and for the life of me, I’ve never understood why they can’t make these little cardboard things sturdier. But it doesn’t matter. Even if the coffee is wobbly and I’m freezing my ass off and I’m terrified of my heel going through a subway grate, today is going to be a good day. Today has to be a good day.
After years of doing nothing but making copies and getting coffee and being asked to come up with marketing ideas that were completely ignored, I’ve been promoted. Though I should probably use the term promoted loosely—more like a stroke of good luck. The promotion came with a late-night phone call and a red-eye flight from Seattle after the three people ahead of me in line got food poisoning from bad shrimp at the New Year’s party and were too sick to fly. My hatred of seafood has never felt more justified than it does today.