“Mm…” She nipped at my lips. “I love the car.”
“Good.” I lifted her onto the hood, nestling my hips between her thighs. “Because it’s yours.”
She froze, her eyes levelled on mine. “What?”
“I’m giving you the car,” I said matter-of-factly.
“What the hell for?” Shock threaded her voice.
“Because you love it.”
“And so do you. Just let me ride in it once in awhile, I’ll be happy.”
I pulled her closer. “I want you more than happy. I want you so drunk on me you’ll never leave.”
“I’m not leaving anyway. You’re stuck with me, Fox.” Her fingers tugged at the little hairs at the base of my neck.
“The car is yours, Sadie. Don’t fight me on this.” I pushed the zipper down on my pants, no longer able to stand the constant pressure of my dick begging to be inside her.
Her hands tore down her own zipper, and she pushed the jeans off her legs.
“No panties under those jeans?”
Her lip caught between her teeth as she shook her head.
“Jesus, you fucking wreck me.” I slid my cock against her lips, covering my mouth with hers as I slid deep inside her. “You fucking wreck me a little more every day.”
A soft moan fell from her lips as her nails clutched at the muscles of my back.
“Your heart beats with mine, Sadie. You’re the last thing I think of at night and the very first thing on my mind in the morning.” I kissed her lips, running one hand down her arm and catching her wrist. “I want to protect you, I want to defend your honor.” I crooked a sideways grin at her. “I want to love you.” I slid the little circle of gold out of my pocket, pushing it onto her left ring finger and pausing. “I want you to be my wife.”
Her sweet lips formed a soft little O, eyes racing from the ring I’d just slid onto her finger and back to my eyes.
“Sadie, say something.”
“I-I—”
I threaded her newly adorned fingers with mine, thrusting my hips a little deeper inside her. “You know the answer, sweetheart,” I rasped in her ear. “Don’t make me spank it out of you.”
Her ankles locked around my waist a little tighter, one arm pulling me down in a crashing kiss. Her hips rocked back and forth, her moans and pants barely escaping her lungs before my mouth was over hers again.
“Answer me, Sadie. Say yes and I’ll marry you right here on this spot tomorrow.”
She paused, her hand threaded through the hair at the back of my neck as she replied, “Yes. Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you, Jackson Fox!” she squealed, wrapping both her arms around my neck, our mouths sliding together, our tongues probing and sucking at flesh. “I love you.”
“I’ll love you a thousand times longer and a thousand times harder, Sadie McGuire. There is no me without you anymore.”
First Epilogue
SADIE
One Year Later
“You feel so fucking tight, baby.” Jackson’s hands were in my hair, his hips working between my thighs as his cock slid in and out of me.
“Oh my God, right there…Jackson…” I clutched at his bare ass cheek, his dirty jeans around his thighs as he fucked me against the car. There was just something about seeing my man in his work jeans, a tool in his hand, and that drop-dead gorgeous smile on his face. I was a slave to him.
And the hormones had made it even worse.
Jackson and I had gotten married almost immediately, and less than a month after that, I’d found out I was pregnant. For Jackson’s first Father’s Day, he’d gotten a pregnancy test. For this Father’s Day, he’d be holding his son in his arms.
“That’s my sweet girl, let me hear you.” Jackson’s words sent lust splintering through my body.
“Oh Jackson, Jackson, Jackson!” I cried, waves of earth-shattering pleasure sucking me under. His palms clutched at my hips, each thrust more forceful than the next, each kiss more demanding.
“Such a horny girl for me.” He steadied, his head thrown back, throat contracting as a low rumble passed his lips.
Watching Jackson cum was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Oh my God,” I panted, lying back on the hood of the car. Every single breath arched my body, my breasts full, nipples impossibly hard. “I think I could go again.”
Jackson slid out of me, his hands covering my breasts, pressing them together before sucking one nipple into his mouth. I pushed my hands in his hair, moaning as another thunderbolt of arousal sliced through me.
“Should I make you cum with my tongue?” he murmured, his hand sliding between us to swirl at my clit.