Life of a Fool (London Brothers Book 2) (28 page)

“Hmm…that sounds fun.”

Jason’s face sobered just a little.  “You deserve a great
life, Lori Ann, and I intend to see to it that you have just what you want. 
Forever.”

“Jason London, all I need is you.  That’s it.  I’m ready for
all the good life can give me, but nothing compares to you.”

“Ahh, sweetheart, that makes me so happy.  Thank you.  I’ve
waited a long time to do this…”  With me still on his lap, his cock still
buried inside of me, he leaned forward, holding me steady on him and reached
for something under his pillow.  When he sat us back up, he was holding a black
velvet ring box.  “I was waiting for this night to happen.  I wanted you to be
free—free of pain and sadness, free to love me like I love you, free to start
over—with me.  I know there are a lot of feelings about Antonio, the baby, and
the life you once had that you are still sorting through, but I can’t wait
another second to show you my intentions.  I know we’ve talked about a future
together and we don’t have to do this soon, but it will happen.  I’m not
spending one more second of this life without you being mine, completely.  So,
Lori Ann, my girl, my Legs, please tell me you’ll be my wife.”  He opened the
box, revealing a beautiful princess-cut diamond set on a wide platinum band. 
It was simple, big, and gorgeous.

I gasped and started to cry, nodding my head the whole
time.  “Yes.” 

“Yes?  Oh, thank God.”  Jason took the ring out of the box
and slipped it on my hand.  I threw my right arm around his neck and sobbed.  “Hey,
please tell me you’re happy.  What’s wrong?  You’re scaring me.”  He tried
pulling me back so he could see my face, but I held tight.  “Please, baby.  I
need to see your eyes.”

I finally released his neck and looked at his concerned
face.  “I am happy.  I love you, Jason.  I’m just overwhelmed, that’s all.  I want
a life with you.  Forever.  I guess I wasn’t expecting you to propose so soon. 
I thought maybe you weren’t wanting to get married, only live together.  I’m
just surprised, I think.”

“Why the hell would you think that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.  Talk to me.”

“I’m so messed up.  Antonio, the baby, all the shit that
happened with him and me.  I just…”  I was interrupted by a searing kiss that
told me I was an idiot.

I was out of breath when Jason stopped kissing me and laid
his forehead against mine.  “You were saying?”

“Okay, okay.  I’m sorry.”

“Damn right!  No more of that.  I think you forget how long
I’ve known you, Legs.  I know you better than you know yourself, and messed up
isn’t how I or anyone else would describe you.  Don’t let me ever hear you say
that again.  Got it?”  I smiled and nodded.  “Good.”

“Jason?”  I did my best to sound completely serious.

“Yes, baby?” 

“Can we have pizza for dinner?”

“What the hell, woman!”  He laughed, then softly slammed me
back on the bed, pulling his cock out of me at the same time.  Then, he started
tickling me. 
Bastard.

“Stop.”  I screamed and giggled.

“I’ll stop when you promise not to scare me like that
again.  Pizza…psst.  You are a wicked woman!”

“Okay…I promise!”  I yelled. “Please, let me up.  You’re all
slimy and gross!”  I couldn’t stop laughing.

“Slimy and gross?  Oh, hell, no!  That’s it.”  He stood,
carrying me with him, and marched to the shower.  I was suddenly hit with the
spray of the water and screamed at the coldness. 

“Fuck, that’s cold!”  Jason just laughed at me.

“Hang on.” He twisted away, putting his back to the coldness
as he held me cradled in his arms.  “Slimy and gross…” he muttered, then kissed
my mouth.

“But I love slimy and gross.  I thought you knew that.”  I
teased. 

He smirked at me.  “Good to know.  I’ll be sure and make a
mental note of that…for later.” 

We scrubbed up, eventually.  But first we kissed, licked,
and touched every part of each other’s bodies before we made love against the
cool stone walls of the shower.  Later that night, we ordered our pizza, drank
a cold beer, and snuggled in bed together, dreaming and planning our future.

“Legs, where do you want these boxes?”  I yelled.

We were settling into our new beach home we’d bought in La
Jolla.  It was a beautiful, stucco and stone house, fully equipped with a large
pool, outdoor kitchen and shower, four bedrooms and five bathrooms.  It was
big, but I had plans for filling those rooms up pretty damn soon. 

Lori Ann fell in love with being on the beach and the
gourmet kitchen. 

“What are they labeled?” she asked as she stepped into the
living room.

“It says ‘office’ on the side.” 

“I’ll need to look inside.  If it’s not from my office, then
we take it to Goodwill.”  We’d been getting shipment after shipment of things
from Lori Ann and Antonio’s Italy home.  She told her old friend and neighbor
to donate it all, but he insisted on sending some things she might want.  He
was the very same neighbor that had helped her escape from Antonio after the
beating of her life.  She’d gotten back in touch with him after Antonio died
and asked him for help with the house.  She refused to step foot on Italian
soil ever again.  But I already had a few plans in place to help her through
that.  The country wasn’t to blame for the actions of a few. 

“Okay.  Let me know, baby.”  I kissed her cheek and went
back to helping Kyle and my dad bring in more furniture off of our moving
truck.  Derek was lurking around, still not fully healed enough to lift a lot
of stuff…or so he said.  I wanted to call “bullshit” on his act, but chose to
let it go. 
Big baby!

Lori Ann ended up with Antonio’s family’s shoe business, but
didn’t want it.  Instead, she had some friends at Ernst & Young help her
audit all the books, make sure everything was clean, and then found a good
reputable buyer to purchase the company.  It was a small fortune she ended up
with, but felt dirty about it.  So, she kept a little money and divided the
rest among Antonio’s two aunts and one uncle who had apparently been cut out of
the business when he took it over.  They were incredibly grateful and expressed
their sorrow for what their nephew had done to her.  I think the healing she
got from that conversation alone cleared her head and heart more than anything
I could have ever done for her.

The two men we found with Lori Ann in Hawaii were charged
with kidnapping, assault of a police officer, and murder.  Their trial date
still wasn’t set, and that lingered over us.  Craig and I were confident,
though, that Lori Ann was safe.  No one seemed to be coming to the aide of
either one of them.

Life was finally coming together for us.  Our wedding date
was set, and in two weeks, my beautiful girl would become Lori Ann London.  I
was beyond ready, too. 

That night, when my family had left and it was just the two
of us, we christened our new home.

“Is it too tight, baby?”  I asked.

“No, but hurry.  You know how crazy it makes me not to see
what you’re doing.”  I laughed.  “And stop laughing.” 

I leaned in and kissed her lips.  “You know, you’re the one
blindfolded, not me.  I can see your smile, so all that complaining just makes
me hornier ‘cause I know you love every bit of this.”

Lori Ann huffed out a laugh, then stuck her tongue out at
me.  I quickly leaned down and sucked it into my mouth and then got lost in the
heady urgency of her kiss for a few minutes.  When I pulled my mouth away, Lori
Ann groaned and pulled on her arm restraints.  “UGH…you are evil.”

“And you are beautiful.”  I licked each of her nipples and
watched as she squirmed.  “I love seeing you completely naked and open for me.”

“I know.  I love it too.  Now, touch me before I come all on
my own without you…like last time.”  She giggled, and I quickly twisted her hips
and spanked her sweet ass, causing a tiny yelp.

“You, my little vixen, are full of shit.”  I bent and nipped
the red handprint, then licked it.  “I love your ass.”

“I know that too.”  She tried to wiggle her hips, but I held
them firm with both hands. 

“Now, be still.  I have something special for you.  Ready?”

“Hell, yes!”

I ran my finger down her folds and watched as her whole body
relaxed.  “Good girl.”  Then I reached into the tiny cup sitting on the edge of
the bed and took out the ice cube.  I circled one nipple with it and heard her
suck in a deep breath.

“Oh God.  That’s so cold.  No!  Oh, shit!”

“Shh…”  I circled a few more times, watching the bud harden
to a stiff point before I leaned down and covered it with my warm mouth. 

“Ahh…yeah.  Thank you.  That’s better.” 

I let go with a pop.  “Not done.”  I circled the other
nipple for even longer and watched as her back arched and her thighs clenched. 
When I covered it with my mouth, she opened her legs, begging for me to touch
her wet pussy.  I loved having her completely at my mercy, and so did she.  “Need
me?”

“God, yes.”

“Want me?”

“Yes, baby.  Please.  Touch me.”

“Okay.”  I grabbed the cube, scooted down between her legs,
keeping them apart with my body, and ran it up and down her folds.  I held it
against her clit while I pushed two fingers in and out of her opening. 

“Oh, Jace.  Feel so good.”

“I’m glad.  You look amazing.  Push against my fingers,
baby.”  She bucked her hips as much as she could, panting and groaning loudly. 
“Who do you love?”

“You…always you, Jace.”

“Yes.  Do you want my cock in you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Are you going to marry me in two weeks, love me for the
rest of your life?”

“Yes, you know I am.  No more questions.  Please.”

“One last one.”  I curled my fingers inside her, removed the
ice cube, and bent to suck on her clit.  She let out a scream of pleasure and
was about to come, but I removed my mouth and hands, suddenly stopping. 

“NO!”

“Shh…one last question.”  I paused so that I had her full
attention.  “Will you have babies with me…soon?”

I watched as a slow, sexy smile crept across her face.  She
couldn’t hide or fake the joy I saw.  “Yes, Jace.  I want your babies…soon.”  I
reached up and removed her blindfold.  She stared into my face, then looked
around the candlelit room and grinned. 

“Will you still let me tie you up and do naughty, kinky
things to you?”

“Absolutely!  I’ll divorce you if you don’t.  Now, give it
to me!”  I slowly pushed my cock into her, watching her face as I did.  Her
eyes rolled back, and she breathed out a big breath.  “More.”

“Little vixen.  You want it hard tonight, baby?  Look at me.” 
She opened her eyes.

“Yes.”  I lifted her legs, putting them over my shoulders,
and while holding them in place, I pulled my cock out and slammed back in.  “Again.”

“So bossy tonight, but as you wish, love.”  I thrusted again
and again into her and watched as she started coming apart, screaming my name. 
I grabbed the last ice cube sitting close by and placed it on her navel. 

“Oh God…cold.” 

“I know.  Hang on.  Concentrate on the ice.  It will prolong
your orgasm.  Do not come yet.”  Lori Ann leaned her head up and watched the
ice.  She was moaning and grumbling, but riding the very edge of her orgasm for
several long minutes as I continued to grind deeper and deeper into her.  It
was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and I lost control. 

I bent just enough to shift my cock inside of her and hit
the deepest point possible.  We exploded, screaming each other’s names.  I
released her legs, reached to untie her wrists, and wrapped my body around
hers. 

“Holy shit, baby.  That was fun,” she said as she kissed all
over my face.

“Fun?” 

“Yes, hot and fun!  I loved the ice cubes.  I want to do
that to you.  Will you let me tie you up sometime?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Yes, maybe.”  I grinned and kissed her nose.  “What room
shall we christen next?”

“OOH…I say the pool.  Let’s go for a night swim…naked.”

“God, I love you!”  I stood with my girl wrapped around me
and walked through the house, Lori Ann kissing and sucking on my neck and
earlobes the whole way.  As soon as we stepped out of the doors into the warm
late spring air, I took off jogging and jumped into the deep end of our pool,
my little vixen still hanging on. 

We made love and fell asleep wrapped in a blanket on one of
our lounge chairs.  I had everything I could possibly ever want right there in
my arms…safe and sound, forever.

Bonus Epilogue

The
Text That Broke the Camel’s Back - Antonio’s first hit.

(Two years, four months ago)

Jason:  What’s up, Legs?  Doing okay?

Lori Ann:  Well, hi there, handsome.  Things are fine. 
You?

Jason:  Same…fine. 

Lori Ann:  So everyone’s fine.

Jason:  Guess so.

Lori Ann:  Stop.  What’s up?

Jason:  Went out with a girl that reminded me of you. 
Fun, sassy, beautiful, hot, loving…

Lori Ann:  Sounds like an angel.  Hahaha.  So, what’s the
problem?

Jason:  She’s not you.

Lori Ann:  Oh

Jason:  Don’t freak out.  It’s just…no one will ever live
up to you, Legs.  Not for me.

Lori Ann:  Yeah, I hate to admit it, but I feel the same
way.

Jason:  Thought you were happy?

Lori Ann:  Not really…not anymore.  Things change
sometimes.

Jason:  Are you okay?

Lori Ann:  I will be.

Jason:  You know I love you, Legs.  Always have, always
will.  I want you happy.

Lori Ann:  Thank you.  Same for you, Jace.