She stared at me. “Because you didn’t think that I really loved you.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring box and got down on one knee. “This will answer my question once and for all now, won’t it?”
Her eyes became huge and her hand covered her mouth. Tears pricked her eyes and she uttered the words I didn’t want her to say. “Stop.”
“What?”
She removed her hand. “Stop,” she whispered.
My head hung. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I’d thought her tears were tears of joy and she was on the verge of saying yes. I had no idea that her tears were because she wanted me to stop. I started to stand, but it was no use; I had no energy. All of it was consumed by everything in me trying not to break down and cry. No one had ever seen me weak and no one ever would—not even Joselyn. She didn’t deserve it. I stuffed the ring back into my pocket and stayed on my knees.
“It’s not that I don’t want to marry you,” she continued, “but I can’t.” My head shot up. She knelt down to my level and we were eye-to-eye. “I’m undercover. I can’t get married. Plus, how would it look when two escorts got married?”
“One escort,” I clarified.
“One?”
“I quit.”
“You quit?”
I nodded. “I don’t want any of that anymore, gorgeous. I just want you.”
She looked up at the ceiling not saying anything for a long time. “Then we’ll figure something out because I want you, too.”
“Is that a yes then? Will you marry me?”
She smiled and nodded, more tears in her eyes. “Yes!”
I acted fast, scooping her up off the floor. It had been over a week since I’d tasted her skin. I was about to find out what this new house was made of because I wasn’t going to be able to contain myself once I was buried deep inside my fiancé.
A frame shattered on the wood floor as I pushed her back against the wall. Our mouths didn’t break from savoring each other at the crash. I missed the feel of our lips together, of our tongue mixing and of her—just her.
I brought her T-shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor then cupped her breast in my hand roughly. Maybe too roughly; I wasn’t sure. I was on fire.
“I missed you so fucking much,” I confessed against her lips.
“I missed you, too,” she panted.
My hand slipped down into the waistband of her shorts and straight into her panties. She was dripping wet. “Jesus, baby.”
I slid and dropped to my knees, unbuttoned her jean shorts, and pulled them and her panties down her legs. I could smell her arousal and my mouth watered. Hooking one leg over my shoulder, I spread her pussy and she glistened. I groaned as she moaned and tilted her head back.
I took my first swipe of her sweetness. Her legs shook as my tongue licked and swirled, causing her thighs to clench. My fingers pumped in and out of her as she came apart above me. She reached down, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and hung on for dear life.
Not giving her a lot of time to come down from her climax, I sprung to my feet, grabbed her ass and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. “Where the fuck is your bedroom?”
She pointed upstairs, still panting. Once we were in her room, I kicked the door shut, spun around and slammed her into the back of the door. I stripped her of her bra and kissed her from her head to her tits, all the way to her toes and then back up to her pussy where I made her scream again.
When I stood up, Joselyn reached for my belt buckle and started to palm me through my jeans. My dick was hard enough to pound nails. I needed inside her. It had been a week too long and I wasn’t waiting another fucking minute.
I placed my hand over hers that was stroking me and stopped her. In something that sounded like a groan, I partially begged, “You gotta stop, gorgeous. I want your tight pussy gripping me when I come.” I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and grabbed a condom—hey, what could I say? I’d had high hopes shit would go down like this.
After rolling the rubber down myself, I slammed my mouth back onto hers and sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her hands returned to my hair and she started climbing up my body.
Nothing else existed. I had my girl naked with her legs wrapped around my hips, grinding her hot, sopping wet pussy hard on my dick. When I felt her body start to tremble, I knew she was getting ready to explode again, so I grabbed her hips and pulled her down a little harder, making sure the head of my cock hit just the right spot.
“Fuck, Paul!”
As she hit her peak, I reached between us, grabbed the base of my shaft, and slammed home. Shifting one arm at a time, I hooked my elbows under both her knees and pumped hard again.
Heaven.
Pure fucking heaven.
I had to stop or I was gonna blow way too fucking quick. After taking a breath, I leaned in again to suck the skin between her collarbone and her neck, when she started to moaned. “Still the best fucking sound, ever.”
I started moving my hips in long, hard, deep thrusts using the back of the door as leverage. When she lifted her hand to find her own leverage against the nearest wall, it lined the tight pink nipple right up to my mouth. A little flick and suck was all it took. Joselyn had one hand holding the wall, and the other attempting to tug at the hair on the back of my head to keep my mouth on her tit. She turned her face up and screamed my name, the best sound that beat out all others.
Balls deep in my girl, her screaming my name and her pussy clenching down on my now over sensitive dick, I pumped a couple more times before filling the rubber.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “We’re gonna take a little break, and then we’re going to do that again. Us taking a break killed me and I couldn’t last as long as I wanted to.”
“That’s okay.”
“I love you, Joselyn.”
A tear rolled down her cheek. “I love you too, Paul.”
“What’s wrong?”
She started to cry a little more. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you to call me Joselyn and to hear you say that you love me.”
I wiped her tears. “Knowing your real name doesn’t change how I feel about you, gorgeous.”
She nodded. “I know, but it’s still nice to finally hear.”
“What’s your middle name?”
“Olivia.”
“Joselyn Olivia Marquez, I fucking love you!”
She blushed and kissed me quickly.
“And if you want you can call me PJ.” When we met, she knew me as Paul. It was weird to correct her after all this time. Now since she had a new name, it felt as though she could call me by a new name as well. After all, my close friends and the ones I loved and cared for all called me PJ.
She laughed. “Oh yeah?” I nodded. “Well, you can call me Joss.”
“I’ll stick to gorgeous.”
“I’ll stick with sexy.”
I kissed her again, finally pulling out of her and carrying her to the bed. I went to clean up before crawling into bed with her.
I needed a few more minutes to build my stamina up for round two.
We lie wrapped in each other, my fingers lightly caressing her arm as she twirled the ring I’d finally put on her finger after we were done showing each other how much we’d missed one another.
I caught a glimpse of her tattoo on her side and it finally clicked:
she always had a way
with her brokenness
she would take her pieces
and make them beautiful
“Is your tattoo about that night?”
She stopped fidgeting with the ring. “For so long I felt used. I was broken.” She turned over, placing her chin on my chest and peered into my eyes. “I never felt beautiful until you. I got that tattoo hoping that one day I would find my missing piece—and I have.”
We kissed briefly again. There were no more words spoken. I knew what it was like to be broken and to find the missing piece. She was mine. Joss returned to staring at the ring; the afternoon sun shined through the window, reflecting the diamond against the wall.