He was still hard inside me, his release adding more wetness as he rolled his hips and brushed my clit with his thumb. I closed my eyes and squeezed him tighter as I came, a thrum of love coursing through me. When I opened my eyes, he was smiling down at me.
“Thanks for taking me back, honey.”
I grinned. “Thanks for coming back.”
He laughed a little.
“What?”
“I can’t believe the last guy didn’t want to put a ring on you. I’m ready to do it all right fucking now,” he said, nibbling my neck on the last words.
“Right now? You want to marry me right now?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yep. Like Vegas Chapel of Love, wearing bathrobes because we’re naked, married by Elvis. I would do it. Right now.”
“Your cum running down my leg and everything?”
“Oh, definitely. That makes it even better. Then everyone will know you’re mine.”
“I think the act of getting married is pretty effective at that without compromising my dignity.”
“What’s undignified about my cum on your leg? Our love is beautiful, Jessalyn. Everyone needs to see it.”
I sighed, and he laughed more. “I think maybe we should give it a minute before running for the chapel.”
“What if I propose to you every single day until you say yes?”
I looked up into that dimpled smile, giggling. “You want me to marry you because you wore me down?”
“If that’s what it takes to make this permanent, sure.”
Chapter 50
Mikey
It had been two months since Jessie and I made up and said I love you. Things were so good with her. We occasionally ran into Cole, which was unsavory. I was kind of sad that Jessie still got irritated when she saw him. To me, that meant she still cared about him a little bit. She assured me it was just a constant nastyreminder of how much time she wasted with him. That made me feel better.
And anyway, I had a plan.
Her job had gotten so much better since she was promoted and found her replacement. She no longer had to get up at 4:30 since she had someone to share the load with more evenly. We had plans to go to Detroit late in the summer and stay with my family for a week, seeing her family for a week after Guy and Kitty’s wedding. I’d had some phone calls with my family where not much was said, but it was clear we all wanted to work on our relationship. We’d hit the bottom. Maybe we had a chance to go upward.
I was also taking Jessie to Japan in July. I was grateful the Disneyland teacups weren’t the thing she needed to be happy and that fresh sushi and ramen would make her more thrilled.
And yes, I still asked her to marry me every single day. She laughed me off and said the same thing every time: “Maybe someday.”
Most days it was a joke. I knew we hadn’t been together very long, or even known each other. But if she said yes any of the days, I would have gone for it.
I had her sew two little strips of fabric into all my pants pockets. I told her it was to tie my keys in, but really, it was to tie in the ring I got her. I was damn well going to be prepared if she said yes.
One Friday night after the first round of playoffs, she came home to a box on our bed. I wasn’t sure if this was the thing that would make her say yes or if it would upset her to no end, but it felt like a risk worth taking.
She gave a little squeal when she saw it. “Did you get a present, Benny?”
I was just a couple of steps behind her, excited to see her open it. It was kind of a risk, and I realized the whole thing could backfire. “It’s for you.”
She clapped her hands together. “Ooh! Lucky me!”
It wasn’t uncommon for me to get her little gifts and she’d mostly stopped scolding me when I did. Most of the time it was truly small things that would make her smile, like a packet of salt one time because she was griping so much that a dish we got somewhere was undersalted. But I’d put in some work for this one. Jessie untied the ribbon on top and looked over at me with a grin.
