Bittersweet (Redemption #3) - Jessica Prince Page 0,95

my head back into the mound of pillows. Reaching down, I fisted his hair, grinding myself against his face as he shifted between fucking me with his tongue and sucking on my clit. I could feel it building inside me, but I wanted to hold off, to make this last as long as possible.

After my come-to-Jesus with Stone, the rest of the afternoon with my family had been a blast. Brantley had run himself ragged and was already asleep before we pulled the truck into the garage. Now he was crashed out in his room at Jensen’s—soon to be our—house.

A day in the sun with good food, cold beer, and great family had left me feeling loose and relaxed. I’d been feeling pretty tired myself, and had gotten ready for bed while Jensen shut down the house. That was, until he came in the bedroom, shutting the door behind him, and giving me a heated look that could only mean one thing.

He’d stripped me naked in no time and was now feasting on my pussy like it was a five-star meal.

“Stop fighting it,” he rumbled against my sensitive folds.

“Wanna come with you inside me, honey,” I panted.

He lifted his head and hit me with that devilish smirk that made me shiver. “Oh, you will, baby. But you’re also gonna come on my face first.” With that order, he buried his face back between my thighs, licking and sucking until I exploded.

I was still in the middle of an intense orgasm when he shot up and drove his cock home.

“Jesus, fuck,” he grunted, pulling out and slamming back in as another wave of ecstasy crashed over me. “So goddamn tight. So perfect.”

I braced on hand on the headboard as he fucked me and used the other grab his hair and force his lips down to mine for a brutal kiss. The thrust of our tongues matched the thrust of his cock, and I could’ve sworn I saw stars.

“Baby,” I whimpered, feeling my walls clamp down tight around him.

“Feel so fuckin’ good,” he growled against my mouth. One of his arms came down and cradled me behind my left knee, forcing my leg back and open even wider so he could get ever deeper. “Christ, I love you, sunshine.”

Raking my fingers through his hair, I lifted my hips to meet his and smiled up at him. “Love you too, Jens.”

His eyes grew dark and stormy as he stared down at me with an intensity that was almost too much to bear. “You’re mine, Shane. Always.”

“Always, honey,” I whispered back.

“Can’t live without you.”

Reaching up, I brushed the sweat-damp locks from his forehead. “You don’t have to. I’m right here.”

He pulled out almost all the way and punched back in hard, making me cry out as the pressure deep in my core began to build to an almost blinding level. “Marry me, sunshine.”

My lips dropped open and my eyes went wide. “W-what?”

“Marry me,” he grunted. “Say you’ll be my wife.” Before I could fully comprehend what he’d just said, he snaked a hand between our bodies and pressed down on my clit. I went off like a rocket. “Oh, God. Yes!” I cried as I came long and hard, crying out as my release dragged me under.

Jensen followed me over a second later, burying his face in my neck and emptying himself inside me on a long raspy groan. We held each other close as we came down, our breathing slowly going from erratic to calm.

“Was that a yes, you’ll marry me?” he asked into my hair minutes later.

“I . . .” I had no idea how to answer that.

Sensing my confusion, he lifted his head and stared down at me, those gorgeous gray eyes shining with a light I’d never seen before. “You and Brant are already movin’ in here tomorrow. Engagement and marriage are the next logical steps.”

He was right . . . sort of. With the help of his friends, Laeth and Gage, as well as Stone and Scooter, they were packing up my tiny house tomorrow and moving me and my boy under this roof for good. But still . . .

“That’s true,” I said gently, “But usually, the next logical step doesn’t come right on the tail end of the first one.”

“I’m never leaving you again, sunshine. There isn’t anything in this world that could take me away from you and Brant, if that’s what you’re afraid of. Knew you were the one since I was eighteen years old,