Page 54 of Jilted
“More,” he muttered incoherently. Despite being as far in her as he could physically get, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
Brett released her lips and flung his head back, closing his eyes and letting out a sound that was animalistic, laced with pure, undiluted pleasure. His cock jerked inside of her as he came. Then he collapsed on top of her, unable to breathe, think, move. Since they’d started having sex, he’d had some pretty intense orgasm, but nothing like the one he’d just had. It drained him.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he mumbled into her neck.
“No,” she said breathlessly, stroking the back of his neck. “That was amazing.”
He kissed her neck and eased out of her. The sight of her post-coital, sated, sleepy... God, how had he almost missed this? Missed her? Being with her? Loving her? When he allowed himself to think about how close he’d come to never having her, it clutched at his heart.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked with a concerned look.
“Nothing.” He smiled. “I was just thinking about how much I love you.” Rolling onto his back, he brought Amy to him, tucking her tight to his side. “After last night, I’m pretty sure they already know, but I want to go to my parents and tell them about us, about the engagement.”
“Really?” Her eyes sparked with excitement.
He laughed. “Yes. Besides, I’m going to have to explain sooner or later why I’m not living in my apartment anymore.”
“That’s true.” She draped her arm over his stomach and hugged him.
Brett kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. Even though he couldn’t see her, he could feel her. “Why are you staring at me?” he asked.
“I’ve just never seen you look so relaxed.”
“That’s because I’ve never been this relaxed before.” They’d spent more time having sex than they did sleeping, and it was finally starting to catch up with him. “I love you, baby,” he whispered as sleep overcame him.
Brett squeezed Amy’s hand as he opened the front door to his parents’ house. “Ready for this?” he asked.
She took a deep breath. “Yes.”
Together, they walked inside and were immediately greeted by his mother. She stood in the foyer, arms crossed, and a displeased look on her face. But then her gaze lowered to where Brett held Amy’s hand firmly in his.
Ginny smiled. “Which one of you is going to explain?”
Without releasing Amy’s hand, he took a step forward and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry I snapped at you the other night, Mom.”
“And I’m sorry I stormed out of here the way I did,” Amy said.
Ginny nodded. “Apologies accepted.”
“Are Dad and Craig here? There’s something we need to tell everyone.”
“They’re out back.” Ginny turned on her heel and escorted Brett and Amy through the house and into the backyard.
Dad and Craig were seated at the patio table engrossed in a game of cards. Mom took a seat and motioned for them to do the same. Brett cleared his throat. It was now or never. He knew the moment the words were out of his mouth, his mother would go into planning mode. But that was okay, because the sooner he could make Amy his wife, the better.
He took a deep breath, and then said, “Amy and I are getting married.”
Both his mother and father jerked their heads up to look at them. Craig didn’t even flinch. “What?” Ginny said, standing.
“I asked Amy to marry me, and she said yes,” Brett said.
“But...how...I mean, I thought...you two have never even dated,” Ginny sputtered.
Brett laughed. “No, not really, but I realized on my honeymoon that Amy is the woman I’m supposed to be with. We’ve known each other our entire lives, Mom.”
“You’re not going to leave him at the altar, too, are you?” Craig said with a chuckle.
“Craig!” his father admonished.
