One Last Chance (2 page)

“Oh, yeeeah. That’s it baby. Come all over my cock. Fuck
yeees
,”
he grunted as a fresh wave of her cream flooded his cock. He hammered into her
then, his hand reaching to squeeze her thigh, press her open further. Her thigh
burned, but she didn’t care. She was open and vulnerable to him. Ready to give
anything he wanted.

She chanted his name as his thrusts grew erratic. He lost his rhythm, his
breaths loud exclamations against her ear. A bead of sweat dropped against her
cheek. He shoved in two more times then thickened and pulsed, jetting hot
streams of cum inside her.

“Oh, God. How can it still be so good?” she whispered. Her body felt
loose and limber. He’d better have a wheelbarrow to move her because there was
no way could lift a pinky after that.

“Because it’s us baby. It will always be like that with us.”

She looked up into his eyes and saw his expression turn serious. He was
still inside her; she could feel his essence mixing with her own.

“I’m sorry I went to Afghanistan. I’m so fucking sorry. I’ve regretted it
every damned day I was there, Katie. You were right, they could have gotten
someone else to oversee the rebuilding, but I’d wanted in on it because it was
my idea. It was stupid and my pride speaking. And I lost you in the process. I
never want that to happen again. Do you understand me? You’re going to marry
me, Katie, and I’m never letting you go.”

A lone teardrop fell down her face. The smile that started was tumultuous
but settled into a wide, full-blown smile.

She grabbed his face and pressed a dozen kisses over it. “I love you so
much, Jake. But I’m not going to marry you until you ask me right.”

He laughed as he stood and pulling her up into his arms. He looked
younger when he smiled, freer. “My beautiful Katie, will you marry me and keep
me from being a miserable bastard for the rest of my life?”

She laughed and kissed him. “I will if you promise to watch scary movies
with me at night.”

“Deal.” They kissed, and the world faded away.