Page 25 of Jilted

Chapter Twenty-Two

B rett lay in bed next to Amy and watched her sleep.

He stroked her hair. She agreed to marry him!

When he’d planned that whole thing at the studio, he had serious doubts that it would actually work.

And when she’d barely said anything, and just stood there crying, he really didn’t think it would work.

But she’d said yes and that’s all that mattered. Amy would be his wife.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” she said.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

Amy rolled over to face him. “No, I can’t stop staring at my ring.” She laughed.

He smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it? Are you kidding? I love it.” She put her hand on his cheek and leaned up to kiss him. “I’m never taking it off.”

“Good.” Brett gently pushed her onto her back and brought his body over hers, spreading her legs and settling between them.

He didn’t enter her, but he did push his erection against her, letting her know that he wanted her again.

The urgency he’d felt on the island disappeared.

Now that she’d agreed to be his wife, he didn’t feel the need to rush things.

He had the rest of his life to make love to her, and he was going to enjoy savoring every second of their time together.

She trailed her fingers down the length of his arms and back up again, lifting her hips to meet him. “You’re insatiable,” she teased.

“Only for you, baby.” Brett slipped his tongue into her mouth and then slipped his cock into her pussy.

She moaned into his mouth, but he didn’t release her lips. He liked the feel and sound of her moans against his lips and tongue. Brett reached down and put one hand on her waist, pinning her to the bed. But he didn’t increase his speed at all.

“Brett,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips, writhing against him. “Please, I need more. I want you to fuck me.”

He raised a brow and grinned. “Oh yeah?”

God, he loved it when she talked like that, when she told him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it.

Brett pulled out of her and kneeled between her legs.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her so that her ass and thighs were resting on his.

Then he shoved his cock into her with one hard thrust.

“Like this?” His movements were relentless, hard, determined.

“Yes!” Her screams encouraged him, and he fucked her so hard he was surprised she didn’t tell him to stop. Amy clutched his arms, her nails scratching him as she did. “Oh God, yeah, that’s...” Her words were lost as her orgasm tore through her.

“Fuck, Amy, so tight.” Christ, her pussy got unbearably tight every time she came.

Brett brought his body forward so that her legs were bent and her knees rested on her shoulders.

His hands were on either side of her head, and he kissed her just as hard as he fucked her.

The feel of his balls slapping against her with each forward thrust was slowly weakening his control – not that he had much left to begin with, but he was definitely losing it.

“More,” he muttered incoherently. Despite being as far in her as he could physically get, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Brett released her lips and flung his head back, closing his eyes and letting out a sound that was animalistic, laced with pure, undiluted pleasure.

His cock jerked inside of her as he came.

Then he collapsed on top of her, unable to breathe, think, move.

Since they’d started having sex, he’d had some pretty intense orgasm, but nothing like the one he’d just had. It drained him.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he mumbled into her neck.

“No,” she said breathlessly, stroking the back of his neck. “That was amazing.”

He kissed her neck and eased out of her. The sight of her post-coital, sated, sleepy... God, how had he almost missed this? Missed her? Being with her? Loving her? When he allowed himself to think about how close he’d come to never having her, it clutched at his heart.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked with a concerned look.

“Nothing.” He smiled. “I was just thinking about how much I love you.” Rolling onto his back, he brought Amy to him, tucking her tight to his side. “After last night, I’m pretty sure they already know, but I want to go to my parents and tell them about us, about the engagement.”

“Really?” Her eyes sparked with excitement.

He laughed. “Yes. Besides, I’m going to have to explain sooner or later why I’m not living in my apartment anymore.”

“That’s true.” She draped her arm over his stomach and hugged him.

Brett kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. Even though he couldn’t see her, he could feel her. “Why are you staring at me?” he asked.

“I’ve just never seen you look so relaxed.”

“That’s because I’ve never been this relaxed before.” They’d spent more time having sex than they did sleeping, and it was finally starting to catch up with him. “I love you, baby,” he whispered as sleep overcame him.

Brett squeezed Amy’s hand as he opened the front door to his parents’ house. “Ready for this?” he asked.

She took a deep breath. “Yes.”

Together, they walked inside and were immediately greeted by his mother. She stood in the foyer, arms crossed, and a displeased look on her face. But then her gaze lowered to where Brett held Amy’s hand firmly in his.

Ginny smiled. “Which one of you is going to explain?”

Without releasing Amy’s hand, he took a step forward and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry I snapped at you the other night, Mom.”

“And I’m sorry I stormed out of here the way I did,” Amy said.

Ginny nodded. “Apologies accepted.”

“Are Dad and Craig here? There’s something we need to tell everyone.”

“They’re out back.” Ginny turned on her heel and escorted Brett and Amy through the house and into the backyard.

Dad and Craig were seated at the patio table engrossed in a game of cards.

Mom took a seat and motioned for them to do the same.

Brett cleared his throat. It was now or never.

He knew the moment the words were out of his mouth, his mother would go into planning mode.

But that was okay, because the sooner he could make Amy his wife, the better.

He took a deep breath, and then said, “Amy and I are getting married.”

Both his mother and father jerked their heads up to look at them. Craig didn’t even flinch. “What?” Ginny said, standing.

“I asked Amy to marry me, and she said yes,” Brett said.

“But...how...I mean, I thought...you two have never even dated,” Ginny sputtered.

Brett laughed. “No, not really, but I realized on my honeymoon that Amy is the woman I’m supposed to be with. We’ve known each other our entire lives, Mom.”

“You’re not going to leave him at the altar, too, are you?” Craig said with a chuckle.

“Craig!” his father admonished.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Amy said.

And that’s when Ginny finally lost it. She flung her arms around Amy and cried with joy. “Oh, Amy, dear, welcome to the family, officially.” She released Amy and turned to Brett, smacking him on the arm. “It took you long enough.”

Brett smiled. Ginny definitely reacted better to this engagement announcement than she had to his previous one.

His father stood and enveloped him in a hug, whispering congratulations.

Brett stood and watched as Amy and his mom talked about the wedding.

Amy’s smile lit up his life, made him feel happier than he’d ever felt. And she was all his. Now. Forever.

“Okay, this calls for a celebration,” Ginny said, clapping her hands. “Dean, go to the cellar and get a bottle of champagne. I’ll go get the glasses.”

Brett pulled out a chair and sat next to Craig. Amy walked over and sat on Brett’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He nuzzled her and whispered, “Are you happy, baby?”

She smiled. “I’ve never been happier.”

He framed her face with his hands and kissed her softly. “I love you,” he said against her lips.

“Love you, too,” she whispered back, and then engaged him in another kiss.

Craig groaned. “Get a room.”

Amy laughed, but she didn’t get off Brett’s lap. “Oh, Craig, it’s okay. You’ll find someone, too.”

“Yeah, I know.” Craig grinned.

“I hear Amy’s sister is single again,” Brett said, putting his arms around Amy’s waist and massaging her lower hip.

“Lucy?” Craig asked.

Amy gently elbowed Brett. “Don’t play matchmaker.”

“Yes, dear.” He winked.

Brett was starting to wish he’d told his parents over the phone instead of coming here in person because he’d do just about anything right now to be alone with Amy. He craved her worse than a drug addict craved drugs. She was his undoing.