Page 76 of What We Broke

My emotions areat an all-time high as I hear Jesse walk through the front door. Raine and I also set up a little trail of clues for him around the house that I knew he would notice the second he walked through the door. Eventually they will lead him to me.

“Leo,” he calls out.

“In here.”

I’m anxiously standing in the middle of his bedroom with an array of personalized cards strewn out all over his bed. The idea is super cheesy, but short of waiting for him to propose to me one more time, when I’ll actually say yes, this feels right.

“What’s this?” he asks, holding up a rectangular card. I know it has the words “Marry Me” on the front and “Yes” on the back. Each card is date stamped, and from the look on his face, he’s just about to ask me why. “What do these dates mean?”

Stepping closer to him, I pluck the card out of his hand and point to the date under the words “Marry Me.”

“This is the date of the first time you asked me to marry you.” I turn the card. “And this is the date of when I’ve said yes.”

He narrows his eyes at the numbers as I watch his face eventually even out in recognition. “That’s today’s date.” He cradles my face. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

I place my hands over his. “I don’t know, tell me what you think it means.”

He glances around the room, noticing the rest of the cards. “How many of these did you make?”

“How many do you think?”

I can see his brain ticking, thinking of all the times he’s asked me to marry him. “You kept track of every proposal?” he asks, awed.

Grabbing his hips, I tug him to me. He’s all greased up from work, stains on his hands and clothes, looking every bit the man of my dreams.

His thumbs dance across my cheeks as his warm chocolate eyes trace the lines on my face.

“I’ve always wanted to say yes,” I tell him, my voice cracking as I spill my secrets. “But you know I get in my own head sometimes, make up these ridiculous rules and set these unrealistic expectations.”

His lips stretch, his smile full of empathy and understanding.

“I really thought I had it all figured out when I met you,” I say. “It would be one night, maybe a few repeats, and that would be it.”

Jesse’s smile turns into an indecent smirk. “It’s been a pleasure proving you wrong.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn, the humor in my voice unmissable. “That look is for later. Right now I’m trying to tell you how much I love you.”

Jesse’s hands find the buttons of my shirt and his fingers begin to undo them one by one. “I don’t need the words, baby. I just want your body to do the talking.”

He pushes the shirt off my body and watches it fall to the floor. Grabbing hold of my hips, he turns me around and presses his mouth to the very end of my left shoulder. Soft open-mouthed kisses trail the span of my back before Jesse takes my hand and guides me to the bathroom.

We’re both facing the mirror, every single detail between us on display.

His arm circles my waist, fingers finding the button on my jeans, deftly undoing it. Roughly, he pushes my pants and underwear down to the middle of my thighs, my thick cock bobbing in the air, desperate for Jesse to touch me.

He pinches the sensitive head and I hiss. “Fuck. Jesse.”

I feel naked and exposed, and not just because half my clothes are missing. I watch Jesse through the mirror as he turns the shower on and then undresses himself, and my dick twitches.

It’s a perfect view. My favorite view.

Completely naked, he hops in the shower and leaves the door open. I know an invitation when I see one. As soon as I step inside, Jesse is on me. He pushes me up against the cold tile, his chest pressing against my back.

“I want to hear it,” he says, his warm breath on my neck, his hand gripping my cock. “I want to hear you say the word.”

I open my mouth to tell him, but he squeezes my length. “You got to wait till I ask you, baby.”

I don’t know how we went from me about to declare my love for this man, to him pretty much Uno reversing me and proposing tomeduring sex, but I don’t care.

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