Page 53 of Protection for Nichole

The decision to email Jesse might just be the best decision she’d ever made. He wasn’t just a good guy. He’d brought so many good things into her life.

Chapter 43

Jay hadn’t feltthis good about a day in a long while. Nichole sat astride his body, her breasts swaying as she rode his cock. He was about to lose it watching her. She’d admitted that she liked this position, and he agreed that she was made for this.

When she leaned back, his cock felt like she was squeezing it harder. He gasped, and her gaze met his, revealing a sexy twinkle in her eyes that set him off.

His balls pulled up tight, so he reached for her, grazing his fingers over her clit. Her breath hitched, and she pitched forward, her breasts grazing against his chest.

It was time to get serious. He flipped her over and pounded into her until she arched up off the bed, her body shaking with her orgasm. It was the sign he’d been waiting for, and he came, relief filling him. He held her tight, not wanting to let go, but he knew he had to because he had to ditch the condom.

“Today was great.” Her voice was breathy, soft, and filled with love.

“I’m glad you had a good time.”

“Your friends are nice, and their wives are awesome. I like them.”

He stood and rushed to the bathroom to toss the condom. Once he was back in the room, he leaned against the doorjamb, his gaze on her. “So, speaking of that.”

She went up on one elbow. “Of what.”

“Wife. How long do you want to wait to get married?”

She narrowed her gaze, and then her lips twisted up to the side. “Please tell me you don’t want a big wedding.”

He shook his head. “No way. Just you and me, a witness and the officiant. I don’t need anyone else.”

“Tomorrow?”

Shock pulsed through him. “Really?”

She sat up. “It may take more than a day. But yeah, I’m serious. I think we’re good together.”

“We are.”

“We both feel like having kids isn’t something necessary, but it can be decided later.”

“We may never have kids. You good with that?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’m young. I don’t know what I’ll feel like in ten years. Like I saw Mel’s baby today and had no desire to have one.”

“It’s a good baby, though.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we’d have the same experience.”

“True. I think that’s why we’re both talking about this.”

She stood and moved to him, not hiding any part of her body. He liked her confidence. “So if I never want a child, you’d be okay with that?”

He cupped her face. “I want to spend my life with you. I’m marrying you not for a child but for you. If we don’t have kids and we only have a dog or a cat, or maybe a fish, I’m good with that because you are the prize, not some hypothetical offspring that hasn’t happened. Besides, I’ve never had my sperm counted, and I may be infertile.”

Her eyes opened wide, and shock filled her face. “Wow. I knew you were a good guy, but you just put it out there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Usually, guys blame women for infertility and think their little swimmers are never at fault.”

“Well, I’m not most guys. My parents weren’t the best, but they introduced me to a lot of interesting concepts. Including the idea that infertility isn’t just a women’s issue.”

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