Kimber gasped when she saw it. “Oh Jig...when did you...? How did you...” Oh Jig...this is incredible.”

He closed the door behind them and leaned down and kissed her lips. “You're incredible. I love you.”

She slipped her arms up around his neck and kissed him, hard. “I love you too. I love you so much. But you didn't have to do all this...”

“Shush!” He laughed. “I know I didn't have to. I wanted to.” He took her by the hand and led her over to the table so that she could see the cake. It was shaped like a Harley and there was a man and woman riding it.

“Oh wow! It's so cute. I love it.”

“Open your present,” he said. He was like a little boy all of a sudden. He couldn't wait any longer for the highlight of the night. Kimber smiled and picked up the box off the table. It was as big as a shoe-box and from the looks of it, heavy. She tried to shake it but nothing moved inside, just as he had requested. “Don't shake it, open it, babe.”

She smiled again and sat down at the table and began to untie the ribbon. Jigsaw's patience was wearing thin by the time she carefully slid her fingers underneath the shiny paper it was wrapped in, like she was trying to save it. He wanted to reach down and rip it off for her...but, he didn't. He fought his impatient urges and continued to watch as she finally got the paper off and saw that it was, in fact, a shoe box. They'd wrapped it in a pretty pink shoe box and as she lifted off the lid, Jig wondered if she thought he'd bought her shoes. She looked a little confused when she saw what was in the box on top. They were photographs of a bathroom with a claw-foot tub, a bedroom attached to it with a round deep window with a seat in it. Outside the window was a huge old oak tree with leaves the color of fire. The next photo was of a cozy little kitchen with a breakfast nook, and a small living room with a stone fireplace and glass doors that looked out into a backyard surrounded by what looked like forest.

“What is this?” she asked.

“Keep going,” he told her, taking the pictures out of her hand.

She smiled and reached in the box again, this time pulling out a key. It was on a chain that said, “Insert family name here.” With a nervous little laugh, she said, “Hmm, is this a key to...?”

He took it from her too and said, “Keep going.”

She laughed and pulled out a smaller box that was wrapped in the same paper that the shoe-box had been wrapped in. She shook that one and he rolled his eyes. When she finally began opening it, she unwrapped it as carefully as she had the other box, but that gave him the time he needed to get himself ready. With the key and photographs in his left hand, he knelt next to her. Kimber glanced at him like he was crazy right before she pulled the top off the little box. A small sound between a gasp and a squeak escaped her lips when she saw it.

It was an engagement ring, one that he'd spent the better part of his day agonizing over. He wanted it to be perfect for her, but he didn't want to show it to Callie or anyone else to make sure it was perfect before Kimber saw it. So, he'd had to go with his own instincts and he hoped that he'd done good. When she looked at him with tears in her eyes, he wasn't sure.

“Oh Jig...is this...?”

“Kimber, will you marry me?” She used two fingers to pull the diamond and platinum gold ring out of the box. A tear escaped her eyes as she said,

“Oh my God, Jig...are you sure?”

He took the ring out of her hand and slipped it on her finger and then he stood up and pulled her to her feet. He had asked Callie for her size and he was glad he did, the ring fit perfectly. “I've never been more sure of anything in my life...oh, except for this,” he said. He handed her back the key and the photos. She had tears freely rolling down her cheeks now as she looked at it.

“Whose house is this?” she asked.

“Ours,” he said. “It's not much, but it's off the ranch a ways and it's just a starter house. I'd like to fill it full of kids, but if you don't, that's okay too. And if you do...I won't make you live in a two-bedroom house forever with six kids...”

Kimber cut him off by throwing her arms around him and pressing her lips into his hard with a kiss that took his breath away. When she finally let him come up for air she said, “Yes...I will marry you and I'll live in this house with you and have six kids with you...I'll live in a tent or under a freeway with you. Oh my God Jig...I love you so much.”

His heart was so full that he thought it might burst. She was everything he ever wanted and a family with her would only tie the dream up in a big, pretty bow. “I love you so much. You make me happier than I've ever been, and I remember all of it now.” She wiped her tears away and kissed him again. He had his hands on her bare back and the feel of her soft skin was going straight to his cock again. “I have a confession,” he said when she pulled out of the kiss.

“What's that?”

“All night, I've been trying to be a perfect gentleman on the outside, but every five seconds, I was thinking about getting you out of this dress and fucking you all night long.”

She smiled wickedly and said, “I had that same thought, more than once.” She leaned in and let her tongue slide along the outside of his lower lip. He pulled her against him tightly then and they locked in a kiss that caused his pulse to surge with furious passion. She explored his mouth with her sexy tongue like she'd never been there before and then he felt her use her teeth to nibble at his lips. He let out a groan and whispered, “So fucking sexy,” as her hands were already tearing at his tie. He helped her get the noose off and she immediately went for the buttons on his shirt. Jigsaw tried to help her there, but they were small, and annoying, so he just grabbed one side of it and pulled. The buttons scattered across the floor, skittering under the table and up against the wall. He let her push it off his shoulders and then he shrugged it off before grabbing her face and pulling her into another hot kiss. As he kissed her, his hands roamed and he slipped them down into the opening of her dress in the back. As soon as he felt what was there, he gasped into her mouth and pulled back and looked at her face. She was grinning up at him.

“Panty lines would have ruined the dress.”

“Fuck me...” She'd been sitting across from him all night, so demurely, without a stitch of anything on underneath that thin, sexy dress. That might well be the sexiest thing he'd ever heard.

“That's the idea,” she whispered. “Let's try out that big old bed.” She let go of him and took a step toward the bed, reaching back and unhooking the collar of the dress as she did. Jigsaw's cock was rock hard already and pointing against his pants in her direction. She took another step and let the dress slide down. He watched, mesmerized as the shiny material clung to each one of her curves as it slowly slid to the floor. Once it was pooled around those sexy shoes she was wearing, she stepped out of it. The sight of her standing there with her back to him, in a pair of high heels and absolutely nothing else, threatened to cause his heart to combust. He took two steps and his chest was pressed into her back. He slid his hands around her middle and then let them slowly make their way up to her breasts. Covering each of them with one big palm, he began to massage and caress while his mouth found the side of her neck. He licked her first, just taking a little taste, but there was a fire burning inside of him already and a soft lick wasn't going to cut it. He began to use his teeth, biting and nibbling at her sensitive skin, urged on by the sexy sounds she was making. He covered both sides and the back of her neck and then put his hands on her waist and spun her around to face him. Now those breasts were crushed into him and he let his lips find hers again. This time he didn't kiss her, he just let their lips slide back and forth across each other, slow and sexy...so fucking sexy. He suddenly had the urge to look at her again...in those fucking hot high heels. He let go of her and took a step back. He let his eyes start with hers and then he slowly dragged them down to her lips. She shivered when they made their way to her breasts and down her flat stomach to that sexy mound above her pussy. He reached out and let his fingers trace a line around it and her body convulsed. She reached for his cock, now pressing so hard against the fabric of his pants that he was surprised they hadn't ripped wide open yet. But, he took a step back and said,

“I want to see the bathroom first. We'll use this bed...all night long...but I want to watch myself fuck you first.” Kimber didn't protest, so he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. They had put candles in there too, and lit them, just as he had asked. He didn't turn on the light, he just pressed her back into the cold white tile with his thick legs as his hands went to his waist to unbutton his pants. She lifted a foot, like she was going to take off the shoes and he said, “Huh uh...I want to fuck you in those.”

She smiled but left them on her feet. Her eyes were on him as he stripped off his own boots, pants and underpants. She licked her lips when his throbbing hard cock fell free and once again, she reached for it. He let her hold it in both hands and stroke and fondle it for as long as he could take without coming like a teenager with a playboy magazine on a gas station toilet seat. He grabbed her waist again and lifted her ass up onto the counter. She let out a little gasp when her butt hit the tile, but her arms immediately went around his neck and she pulled him into another kiss as she wrapped her legs...and her feet in those fucking hot shoes, around his waist. Jigsaw planned on playing with her all night. He was going to fuck her in every spot in this hotel room, in every position and he was going to make her come multiple times. But just then, he needed to be inside of her. He reached down and put his cock up against her wet pussy. He felt the heels of her shoes dig into his back as she tightened the muscles of her legs and tried to use them to pull him in. He took a deep breath and pushed his hips forward, burying his cock up inside of her to the hilt. He finally looked up into the mirror in front of him and smiled. There was also a mirror behind him and he had a clear visual of both sides of them. He could see her feet in those shoes, attached to the ends of her sexy long legs that were currently locked around his waist. He could see his cock going in and out of her. He could see every luscious inch of her body. He grabbed a hold of her butt and held her up while he drilled into her. She was clawing at his back, pulling his hair and whispering dirty things in his ear as he fucked her. She came first and collapsed into him in a shaking, screaming, sweating lump. He let her calm down for just a minute and then he spun her around so that her back was against the mirror behind them and he started fucking her again...hard, fast, furious...there was enough friction between them to start a fire and he already felt like he was burning from the inside out. It didn't take long before his own orgasm began to rip and tear at him from the inside. He let it out and pleasure surged through his veins. He was still rocking into her when he opened his eyes and looked at her face. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her swollen lips were drawn up in a smile. She was looking at her engagement ring in the mirror.

He chuckled. “Is that sexy smile for me, or that ring?”

“Both,” she said, breathlessly. “I love you both.”

He laughed then said, “Equally?”

“Huh uh,” she said. “I love the ring more.”

He let her slide down to her feet slowly and held onto her when they hit the ground so that she wouldn't fall on her shaky legs and high heels. “More?”

“Yeah, like how you love my birthday more than me. I love this ring more, because it symbolizes what I mean to you...and the life we're going to have together.”

“I won't argue that,” he said, putting his mouth over hers again as he reached over and turned on the shower. Before they stepped in, to continue their love-making in every spot in the room, Kimber said,

“I do have one question.”

“What's that baby?”

“Do you want me to call you Beau...or Mammoth...?”

He grew serious. Both of those names meant something to him, but so did Jigsaw. Jigsaw was the man she fell in love with. He was the man who finally discovered who Beau really was. “Neither,” he told her at last. “Mammoth is dead. He wasn't a good guy and I have no desire to revisit him. Beau will always live inside of me...but out of them all, I like Jigsaw the best. I like it when you call me Jig.”

She smiled, kissed him softly and said, “As long as I don't have to name our first boy Saw II.” He was laughing hard as he climbed into the shower behind her. God, he loved this woman.