Author: Tory Baker
Category: Romance
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Of course, that’s about the time Sloane makes her way over to us, excusing herself in front of the others. The ceremony was a small one with less than a hundred people attending. She was one of the last ones on the stage, and everyone dispersed rather quickly. Hell, I would have grabbed Sloane and left too if not for Fox and his bullshit.
“What’s going on?” Sloane comes to sit in my lap, where you can usually find her, no matter who’s around or who isn’t. Even if there’s an empty seat, she finds her way onto my lap.
“Nothing. Fox being his beach bum self,” I mumble, not giving her any idea about when I’m going to pop the question. It isn’t going to be tonight—that’s too fucking cliché. The day I ask Sloane to marry me will be a day just for us, a day she’ll always remember, and not because it was also the day she graduated with her bachelor’s degree.
“Sure.” She makes conversation with her parents, Mel, and Fox as I sit back, holding her legs loosely while thinking about the ring that’s in my nightstand drawer and how I want to ask her.
I couldn’t find what I was looking for at a store, so instead, I had to have it made. The band is reminiscent of a piece of driftwood, gold in color, with a diamond set in the center.
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“You guys ready?” Sloane’s mom asks, knocking me out of my own head.
“I’m starving,” Melanie moans.
“And this is something new?” Sloane jokes.
“You’re one to talk.” They volley back and forth, but I stand up, my hand gripping Sloane’s hip, knowing full well I should feel something underneath her gown, a string or line of something, but there’s nothing.
“What the fuck, Sloane,” I whisper in her ear.
“Huh?” she tosses over her shoulder, the smirk on her face telling me all I need to know.
“Just you wait till we get somewhere quiet and no one’s around. I’ll have you coming on my fingers and then my cock in no time.” I’m already planning on how I’ll be teasing her in the car on our way to the restaurant.
“Okay,” she breathes out, desire written on her face.
“Christ.” I shake my head. “Alright, we’ll meet you at the restaurant,” I tell everyone, then Sloane and I make our way out of the graduation arena. My only thoughts are of getting her somewhere alone. I don’t make empty threats, and I’m going to show her just what happens when she decides to go out in public without wearing anything underneath a flimsy excuse of a gown.
Epilogue
Sloane
One Year Later
“Jax,” I moan. His head is between my spread legs, my body on top of his, as my mouth pulls off his hard length. Jax knows the minute he scrapes his teeth along my clit, I’m fucking toast.
The past six months of married life have been bliss. Sure, we’ve had our issues. Jax travels more than I do. Sometimes he’s gone for a week at a time, or I’ll be in Florida while he’s in South Carolina, but we make it work even if we do complain the entire time we’re apart. Nine times out of ten, one of us breaks and catches a flight or drives to where the other is. It’s usually Jax. His schedule is way more lenient, unless he’s in a tournament that weekend, and when he is, you can bet your sweet ass I’m there cheering on my husband, drooling the entire time. Especially when he’s diving for the ball or serving it to the other team. Dear Lord sweet baby Jesus, does my husband get me hot and bothered.
“Sloane,” he grunts against my center, then he latches onto my clit, sucking on it, tipping me over the edge. My forehead meets his thigh, and I truly think I’m dead. I can’t move from this spot, though my hand is working his cock, albeit lazily. Jax doesn’t care if he gets off. The only thing he seems to worry about when it comes to sex is making sure I get mine. Believe me, there’s been a time or two when I’ve passed out from a super intense orgasm, and even then he didn’t give me shit about it. By the time I’d wake up from my short nap, he’d be lazily stroking his cock and I would pounce.
“Are you falling asleep on me, sweetheart?” I pop my head up, move so my body is now wedged between his legs, and state, “Nope.” My tongue drags along the underside of his cock before my mouth moves to the head of his length.
“Fuck, Sloane.” When his voice gets raspy like this, I know he’s not going to last, and I’ll be swallowing everything he has to give me. I double my effort, using my hands where my mouth can’t reach, twisting my palms on every upward and downward stroke.