Page 139 of Redemption

“Yeah. I like them, and they seemed supportive of our relationship. What about Kendall and Emerson?”

“So sweet,” I said. “They were happy for us. Brooklyn too.”

I thought back on my conversation with Kendall and Emerson about the future. About a wedding and kids. I thought about what I wanted.

“Something on your mind?” He continued working his magic on my muscles.

“Time is funny, isn’t it? Sometimes things seem to take forever, and others happen too fast.” And being held at gunpoint had a way of putting things into perspective.

“Are you talking about us?” He stilled his hands briefly before resuming his ministrations.

“Yes. Sort of. I just…” I sighed. How was I supposed to say this? How was I supposed to bring it up? I decided to just rip off the Band-Aid and blurted, “Do you want kids?”

Jackson froze, his eyes darting to my stomach.

“No. No. I’m not pregnant,” I rushed to add, trying to get a read on his thoughts. “But would you…”

“Yes,” he said before I could even finish my sentence. “Yes. Absolutely, I want to have children with you if we’re lucky enough that it happens. Even if it doesn’t, I love you. I want to be with you.”

I smiled, a thrill going through me at his admission. Okay. That had gone better than I’d expected.

He cupped my cheek. “Hell, I’d marry you tomorrow if I thought you’d say yes.”

I leaned into his touch. “I… Yes,” I breathed out the word, surprising myself. It had always been a secret wish of my heart, but to think that it might come true…

He stilled. “Wait. What? I didn’t think you’d actually agree.”

“Jackson.” I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He rested his hands on my hips, his eyes searching mine “We’ve wasted enough time. I’m done waiting.” I sensed that he wasn’t taking me seriously. So I met his gaze. “I’m not kidding. I’d marry you right now.”

“That wasn’t an official proposal, though,” he said. “I wanted to?—"

I kissed him. “I don’t need one. I just—” I kissed his neck, sliding from his lap to the floor “—need—” another lingering kiss to his chest, as I started to unbutton his shirt “—you.” I peered up at him.

“Sloan, hayati.” He grasped my chin. “I’m going to do this right.”

“Who’s to say what’s right?” I yanked on his belt, pulling it free, before unbuttoning his pants. He stood and kicked them off, sitting back down on the couch. “Let’s do what we want.”

I smoothed my hands up his thighs, loving the way his cock jerked to attention.

“You’re making it difficult to think straight.” He gripped the cushions.

“Good.” I smirked and placed a kiss to the tip of his already hard cock, closing my eyes briefly at the feel of his hands in my hair, his touch loving and possessive. I licked him from root to tip, gratified when his hips bucked.

“Mm,” I hummed around his cock. I peered up at him, enthralled by the sight of this strong man coming undone. Losing control. Because of me.

“Fuck,” he grunted when I licked his balls, pumping his shaft at the same time. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

My body was on fire for him, aching for his touch. He made me feel so needy, desperate even, but that no longer scared me like it used to. Because I trusted him—completely and absolutely.

He gathered my hair in a ponytail as I continued working him. “Show me how deep you can take me.”

His encouragement spurred me on. And I loved the way his ab muscles contracted as he hissed. He was getting close, and I was so, so turned on by the sight of him. I mean…damn.

“Off,” he rasped. “Dress. Off. Now.”

I released him from my mouth with a pop. He roughly pulled my dress over my head, tossing it aside. It was dark now, the only light coming from the lamp.

He smacked my ass. “Lie down. Legs up over the back of the couch.”

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