She grins at me. “I had a feeling. And I’ve been hoping I was right about something going on between the two of you.”
“Jonas proposed earlier.”
“He did?” Raven squeals with delight and hugs me again. “I’m so thrilled! He’s a good man just like mine.”
She looks over where Jonas is in conversation with his brothers as they unload the stuff. “Have you introduced him to your family yet?”
I hear the trepidation in her voice. She knows how my family feels about people they think aren’t on the same financial or societal level.
“Not yet, but I’m having lunch with Valentina and Grandpa tomorrow, so he’ll get to meet them when he joins us. He has to take care of some chores here first before he can meet me in town.”
I glance at Jonas and he smiles at me. Everyone around us fades away and it’s just the two of us.
“Honey,” Raven calls out,” we should go.”
Kurt frowns. “Why? They just got back. I thought we could have dinner together.”
“That, Mr. Clueless, is why Sunny isn’t your woman,” Marshall says.
“What?”
“They want to be alone,” Raven says.
“Jonas and Melody?” Kurt laughs, then looks at Jonas and stops laughing. “She’s serious?”
Jonas nods and puts his arm around my waist. “We’re getting married.”
“Never figured that would happen,” Kurt says, shaking his head like poor guy.
“I’ll call you later,” Raven says.
Jonas and I stand in the driveway until they’re out of sight, then he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder.
“What is this?” I smack his shoulder and pretend to be outraged.
He slaps my ass. “I’m taking you inside so we can for-NI-cate.” He carries me into the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed.
I motion him forward. “Then leave your clothes on and fuck me.”
“Any way you want it.” Jonas unzips his jeans and pushes his underwear out of the way to free his bulging cock. Then he climbs onto the bed and pulls off my panties. “Sweet and gentle?”
“I want you to be quick and rough.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Whatever you say.”
In one swift move, he’s inside of me, filling me with his cock. I love the rough feel of his jeans on my thighs. I push my hands beneath his T-shirt to dig my nails into his back. “Harder. Make me scream,” I say.
Jonas reaches between us to take my clit between his fingers as he’s pumping me. With each forward rock of his hips, his fingers clench my bud. The sensation is powerful, overwhelming.
“You thought I was going to come first?” he whispers in my ear. “Not happening. You’re going to come and come again. Why? Because that turns me the fuck on.”
“I won’t,” I taunt. “I won’t let you make me come.”
“You can’t do that because you’re only fighting yourself. My cock feels good inside of you. Think about all those times before we were together that you wanted me between your legs.”
I get wetter and clench my teeth, trying to fight the sensations he’s giving my body.
“You wanted me to eat you the way I did. Didn’t you like feeling my tongue between your folds? I did. I liked how you tasted. I liked squeezing your ass. I’m going to take you like that again soon.”
