“I love you, Jackson. I can’t wait to be your wife.”
I smile at her sweet words, running my hands down to her ass, squeezing and kneading, lifting her faster as we get a rhythm going.
“I can’t wait for you to be my wife. To be able to come home to you, every night.”
She laughs “You already come home to me every ni— Oh! Jacksonnnn” her moans lingering on my name, her eyes hooded as I circle my finger around her tight hole.
“I know you like this. I want to come home to you every night and do this.” Taking her mouth, I suck her lip into mine and thrust up inside her, still with my finger pushing into her. She throws her head back. “Jackson! Oh, God! I’m there!”
She lets go of her orgasm, sucking me tighter inside her, as I dig deep and in two more thrusts, I meet her where she’s at, releasing inside her, circling her hole, dragging her wetness all over her as I bring us down from our high.
She slumps against me, her heartrate returning to normal, as we slide down the bed again and lay holding each other. I kiss her forehead.
“You’re perfect for me.”
five
JACKSON
Vows
I vow to hold you tight and always keep you close; whisper the words you love at night and kiss you on the nose.
I vow to let you use me as a chair, as long as you let me pull your hair
six
FRANCESCA
We arrive at our venue to do one last walk through before our big day. The Holiday Star Inn is gorgeous and being decorated for Christmas gives it an extra special feel when we enter. The main foyer has a large tree decorated in just white and red bows, with tiny blinking lights. Simple and elegant and gives a romantic, warm feel. But as we continue inside, the butterflies in my stomach intensify. I don’t know where this nervousness is coming from. I mean, all brides get cold feet, right? They all have second and third thoughts, right?
Let me be clear, I’m not second-guessing Jackson. Not at all.
To the outside world, it looked like he would never settle down. And I was just the silly girl pining away for a professional football player.
We’ve since dispelled that vision and changed the way the world saw us. We belong together, and everyone agrees.
But are we ready for marriage? Am I ready to become his wife?
He said he was all in, he said he always had feelings for me but was forced to hide them as to not upset my brother and their friendship. But when those feelings became so strong, and he couldn’t deny them anymore, there was nothing that stopped him from being with me.
He was one hundred percent all in.
And there I was, the girl who started out as a lovestruck teenager, doodling my first name and his last name on paper, dreaming of our wedding day, and is now a woman standing next to her man, preparing to say, ‘I do’.
I loved Jackson then, even if I wasn’t exactly sure what the meaning of love was.
I know with absolute certainty that what I felt with Nick is not even comparable to what I feel for Jackson. The need to be with him, the wanting to be close. The excitement to tell him about my day, or to hear about his. Planning for the future and seeing him in it, that’s love. I know it now, but do I know how to show him love like he needs?
“Hello Miss Casanova! Coach Gage! How are you two today?” Stephan, the owner of the Holiday Star Inn greets us, me with a kiss on the cheek and Jackson with a handshake. “I am so excited to go over last-minute details with you. We have been working hard getting everything set for the big day!”
“Good to hear, Stephan.” Jackson has his arm around me, pulling me closer. “We trust you and your staff and know it’s going to be beautiful.”
Stephan nods, pleased with Jackson. “Please know we have also ensured not one detail has slipped out, from the date down to the color of the napkins. We have given your day the utmost professionalism and preference.”
I’m watching Stephan bounce around on his toes and basically salivate over Jackson and it makes me chuckle.
I feel you, Stephan. Jackson has that type of hold over me, too.
