Chapter 32

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

JENSEN

" S o happy for you, man." Jessie, the last person to leave my apartment, pats me on the shoulder. "You really have it all now."

I nod. "Yeah, I do."

Standing by my apartment door, he looks down the hallway and then back at me. In a low voice, he asks, "Have you asked her to, you know, move in yet?"

"Nah. I only made her my girlfriend six hours ago."

"Yeah, yeah. Gotta give it some time."

"Maybe later tonight or possibly tomorrow morning."

His head whips up to mine, and he snorts a laugh. "Yeah, that doesn't fucking surprise me."

"Jessie?" I ask. We haven't spoken about it in a long while, but good friends check in every now and then.

"Yeah?"

"How you doing? Have you heard from her?"

He grips the back of his neck. It's been a long time since he told me about the reason for the trade from Dallas, and it had nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with a girl. He rarely talks about it or her, but I've also never seen him with anyone else. I don't think he ever moved on.

"No," he exhales heavily. "I don't expect to either." He looks away and then down at the floor.

"Go after what you want, man," I say. "And if it's still her, then don't let anyone stop you, least of all him."

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I still want her."

Thought so. "Then you know what you have to do."

He blows out a humored breath. "Stalk her? She's back in Dallas under Daddy's watch," he mocks.

"Who gives a fuck?" I shrug.

"Uh, me, my career, the Scorpions."

"Still waiting for a real reason."

He smirks and turns to head down the hallway, throwing a wave over his shoulder. "See ya, buddy, and congrats again."

Shutting the door, I think about how lucky I am to finally get my girl when I hear water running in the bathroom.

Shower sex…my favorite.

Walking through the living space and then down to my bedroom, I begin unbuttoning my shirt and then unzipping my pants, leaving a trail of clothes behind me and a shit-eating grin across my face.

Steam fills the room when I step inside, but my girl isn't in the shower. She's made herself comfortable in my huge tub, which, thankfully, is easily big enough for two.

Humming happily, she begins rinsing herself, squeezing the sponge over her shoulders and letting the warm water cascade through her hair and down her back.

I don't know what's more beautiful right now, her body or the happiness radiating from it.

I'm not even sure she knows I'm watching, and I want to keep it that way, so I bite down on my fist as my rock-hard dick leaks pre-cum at the sight alone.

Pulling her hair up, she twines it around her fingers and then pins it on top of her head with a black clip resting on the side.

As she continues humming, I recognize the tune—John Legend's "All of Me." And as I place my hands on her shoulders, slipping in behind her, I quietly sing the lyrics to the chorus.

She turns to me, her eyes wide. "Y-you can sing?"

I smile. "The surprises just keep coming, don't they, Princess."

"Like really sing."

Pulling her body into my chest, my cock rests against her ass under the water, and I begin to kiss up her shoulders towards her collarbone. "Yeah. I can. I just never sang for anyone until now. Until you."

"Did you take lessons?"

Reaching around, my palm is flat against her stomach as I stroke our babies softly.

"No. Just another of my many talents."

"Mmm-hmm." Tipping her head over her shoulder, she places a soft kiss against my lips. "What other talents do you have?"

"Let me show you." My hand travels from her stomach down to her apex, and without hesitation, she parts her legs for me.

"That's a good girl."

She whimpers as I slowly stroke her needy clit. Even under water, I can tell how wet she is for me. "Is this for me, Princess?" I say, burying my face in the crook of her neck as she sits between my open thighs.

"Yes."

"This pussy of yours is so fucking gorgeous and desperate and absolutely ready for me. Are you ready for my cock?"

"I want it."

"Okay, but I'm gonna need you to answer something for me first."

"Anything." She gasps as I push two fingers inside her and stroke.

"How can I put this?" I pause and stroke her again. "You see, now I have you as mine, and as I feared, it's still not enough. I need more."

She blows out a breath. "You're never going to stop, are you?"

"Being obsessed? Wanting everything you have to give? Probably not." I kiss her collarbone, and I feel her release over my hand. "Are you coming for me, Princess?"

"Yes."

Withdrawing my fingers, I lift her up, pressing my fingertips into the soft flesh of her ass. Seating her on my cock, she gasps as I stretch her out and then rock her over me by the hips. The bath water splashes over the sides, but I couldn't give less of a fuck if I tried.

"What do you want from me?" Kate asks, her head tipped forward as she rides me in reverse.

"I want you with me, every day, night, every goddamn minute. Bring all your houseplants, even Herbert, and let me have you all to myself."

"Jensen—"

"JJ."

"JJ," she corrects. "We've been together for only a few hours, and now you're asking me to move in with you. That's a huge deal."

She gasps again as I tilt her hips and hit deeper.

"Not really, Princess. It's just a step towards the rock I have in my dresser drawer."

"Wait. What?"

"You can try it on for size if you like. But judging by the way my cock fits you, I know it's going to be perfect."

Rocking her faster, she begins to unravel for a second time.

Bath water splashes everywhere as I reach up and unclip her hair, tossing it to one side.

"Yes, ohmygod, that's fucking amazing." she cries.

"Tell me you want me to give you another baby."

"Yes, I do. Come inside me."

And I do, over and over again. My entire body shakes and shudders as I empty myself into my girlfriend. "I love you," I whisper.

Rising off me, she spins around and then sits back down on my still-hard dick. Being face to face, eye to eye with the most beautiful woman in the world as I enter her is everything.

"You gave me your cock before I said yes," she jibes.

Leaning her back, I take one of her nipple piercings into my mouth, biting down gently and tugging it. She writhes in pleasure, so I move on to the next.

Popping off her breast, I stare up at her as she continues to take what she wants from me. "Move in with me, Kate. I want you and our babies under the same roof permanently."

Her head falls back as she comes again, and her pussy tightens around my cock, drawing another orgasm from me.

"Okay," she squeaks out. "I'll move in with you."

Laying her down on my bed, her towel dried hair is still wet when I run my fingers through it and lie down beside her, stroking her stomach.

"Ooof." She winces, her hand flying over mine.

Wow, that one was strong. "I felt that too."

She nods, but her face twists in pain. "Yeah, but this one actually hurt."

Kate winces again, and I feel another hard kick, almost like they're unsettled. "Wait here."

When I get back to the room, she's lying on her side facing me. Like a fucking angel or something.

Her eyes go wide when they drop to what I'm holding. "Wait, do you…play the guitar?"

I walk over to her in just my gray boxer briefs and sit next to her on the bed. "Come sit in my lap."

For a confident woman in public, Kate Monroe sure is tentative behind closed doors. She hesitates and then winces again. "They're definitely strong." She laughs. "I also think one of them has the hiccups."

"Come here."

This time she follows and sits in my lap. Placing the leather strap around her neck, I rest the Spanish guitar over her belly and slowly begin to strum.

"Is that ‘Pappa Don't Preach' by Madonna?"

I chuckle softly and kiss her neck. "Yeah. Probably not my best choice, all things considered."

My dick starts to harden.

Not fucking now.

"Are they calming?" I say, strumming the guitar.

She nods. "Not one kick since you started playing. They like music like their Daddy."

Strumming out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," my girlfriend melts into me, and I can feel the way her breathing slows and relaxes.

A couple of minutes later, she takes a deep breath. "Did you teach yourself to play?"

I nod over her shoulder. "Kind of. My dad is Welsh, and music and singing are a big deal over there. He taught me the basics, and I carried on. It helps me relax before and after games."

"You're Welsh?" She sounds surprised. Again .

"Half Welsh."

"Jones is a common surname here, so I just assumed you were fully Canadian."

"Nah. Mom and Dad met at Cardiff University. Mom was an international student."

"Can you do a British accent?" she croons.

I clear my throat and give it my best shot. "Good evening, your Royal Highness."

She barks out a laugh. "Finally found something you aren't good at."

"Oh, game on. Just watch me morph into Daniel Craig."

"Oooo, now that would be something."

"Dating me for all of ten hours, and you're already fanaticizing about another man."

"Well, you know, gotta keep my options open."

Pulling the strap from her neck, I lift her off me and lay her down on my soft white duvet, hovering above her. "Tell me I'm the one."

Her eyes flare.

"Go on, Princess. Say out loud what I know you've been thinking. That you and I are forever."

She smiles, and I know she loves how I test her boundaries like this.

Twining her dark blue fingernails through my hair, she nods slowly.

"Say it, baby, please."

A few beats pass in the silence of my bedroom before she whispers. "Forever."