Back in the room, I smiled at Jessop. "Let's get out of here."
He took my hand and led me out of the hospital after collecting my prescription. "I'll get this filled on the way back to the house." He paused. “The hotel. The house is shot to hell.”
"We could always go to my house."
He winced, avoiding my gaze, and then he huffed out a breath and turned to me. "Your house has been trashed."
I gasped and suddenly felt dizzy. Jessop steadied me. “Everything?" I asked quietly. My voice quivered.
"I have a crew on standby to clean up as soon as you give the word."
Tears hovered, and my lips quivered. Jessop wrapped me in his arms and held me close. "Tomorrow. I can't face that today," I admitted.
"Babe, I've got you." He kissed the top of my head.
I let my tears fall.
As I laid in Jessop's arms, I felt safe and comfortable. He held me close all night and refused to be tempted into doing anything other than resting. It had been nice, though. Perfect, even.
"We should get married," Jessop said, smiling.
I blinked a few times, wondering if I'd heard him correctly.
"Pen," he sighed. "I've loved you forever. You're my woman. I love you. I'm too old to beat around the bush about what we both want, which is each other. We're having a baby, and regardless of that fact, I want to call you my wife. More than anything." He tugged me deeper into his embrace and touched our foreheads together. "If you need to wait, we can. I need you to be sure that I'm what you want."
I covered my mouth with a hand. "I want you, Jessop. That's something I've always been sure of. I'd love to be your wife." His eyes sparkled as I continued, "I love you. Whatever I felt for Aiden died a long time ago. I didn't want him dead, but he's to blame for what happened. I can't bring myself to grieve him. He beat my affection for him out of me."
My voice wavered, and tears came to my eyes. I didn't know why I was crying. But they wouldn't stop, and Jessop held me.
Ten minutes later, I was carried into the bathroom for a warm shower. His hands on my soapy body made my nipples pucker and my lady parts swell and ache.
Jessop was gentle, tender, and caring, making me feel safe and loved. I glanced down his body and smiled at his rigid cock, which was ready for action.
All the sadness I had felt before disappeared as I reached out with a teasing hand and wrapped it around his gorgeous cock.
He let out a breath. I moved closer, pressing my tender breasts against his chest, and his dick became trapped between us. I let go of him when he pulled me into his arms. His large hands held my bottom as he rubbed me on him.
He felt wonderful. I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Take me, Jessop. I need you to fill the ache you've created."
“Fuck, Pen." He gasped.
"I can't get pregnant." I grinned.
He huffed out a laugh that turned into a groan when I squeezed his dick while trying to get him inside me.
"Slow down, babe."
"No, I need it hard and fast."
"Fuck, Pen!"
"Yes, please."
"Goddamn it, woman! I'm so fucking ready to blow my load." After a slight adjustment, he slowly slid inside me. My whole body quivered at the sensation of him stretching me.
"Pen," groaned Jessop. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"Yes, we should. Don't stop." I panted and clung to him. "Oh, Jessop," I whimpered.
