The bed is actually more comfortable than my old loft bed. It’s a simple queen-size mattress thrown on the floor, and as Jackson lies down next to me, he hums. “So is this what life in the underground is going to be like?”

“Maybe,” I tell him, smiling. “But before we do this... I have to tell you something.”

“What?” he asks, and I take his hand, placing it on my stomach.

“Jackson, I'm pregnant. I took the test yesterday.” I'm a bit nervous saying this, but Jackson takes the news wonderfully, smiling. “You're happy?”

“To create a life with you?” he asks, his smile growing even wider. “Yes, of course! So... I guess I have a question for you, too. I was going to wait, but why wait any longer?”

“Yes and no,” I tell him before he can ask. When he raises an eyebrow, I smirk. “Yes, I'll be your wife. No, I won't marry you. I want to keep living off the grid. We can set up fake IDs with a shared last name if you want, but for me... this right here is our wedding.”

Jackson gets off the bed and goes over to the table, where the sapphire and diamond have been sitting since he took them out of his pocket and showed them to me. “Then can we get these set in gold at least?”

“Platinum,” I counter, watching the lamplight sparkle in each of them. They're beautiful, and I have to remember to send a thank you to Andrea for them. “Goes better with my skin tone. And no ring, pendants only. That way I never have to take them off when I want to do some martial arts practice.”

Jackson laughs and sets the gems aside, letting them clatter lightly onto the small table next to the bed. “I can agree with that. So do you want to make any promises or vows?”

I sit up, and take his hand, placing it on my heart. Jackson takes my hand and places it on his heart, and we look into each other's eyes, his face so serious it's moving. “I promise, Katrina. Forever and always, I will love you and try to be the man you deserve to have.”

I blink and take a deep breath, letting his words soak in a moment before replying, wanting every syllable to be the right ones. “I promise to love you, Jackson, forever and always. And I will always strive to be the best wife and woman I can be for you.”

Jackson smirks, and leans in. “May I kiss the bride?”

“You better do more than that,” I tease, my laugh becoming a moan when Jackson's hand brushes over my nipple. He kisses me tenderly, then with more strength, his arms coming around to pull me tight against him. His kisses move to my neck, nipping and thrilling my skin. “Mmm, that's amazing.”

“Good,” Jackson says with a light growl, “because now that you're mine, I'm going to punish you for making me go through hell for three weeks.”

“Oh?” I ask, thrilled when Jackson pushes me to the side, not too hard, and I look up to see a naughty twinkle in his eye. “Like that, huh?”

Jackson nods and pulls his t-shirt off. He's lost a little bit of mass, but he's more ripped than ever, and I remember that he's spent weeks working himself as hard as I do with his workouts. The bodybuilder puff muscle is gone, and now he's more lean, real muscle. “Turn over, or I turn you over.”

I've never been ordered around by a man like this before, and it's with a little thrill that I get on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air. “Take what’s yours…”

Jackson leans down and kisses the exposed skin on my back in between the waistband of my pants and my top, and trails his tongue all the way up to my neck before whispering in my ear. “Now, undo your pants and let me see you.”

I reach down and undo my belt, a gasp escaping me when Jackson takes my pants in his grip and pulls them down over my hips to my knees. I'm left in just my panties, and Jackson runs his hand over my left ass cheek, stretching out next to me as he does. “I want to look you in the eyes as I do this,” he says, and I turn my face to look at him directly. “Three smacks, for three weeks. Fair?”

“Very fair,” I agree, then purr. “Sir.”

Jackson smirks and leans in. Our lips meet and we kiss, his tongue wrapping around mine. I'm so lost in the kiss that when his hand smacks down, cracking into my ass, the pain is lost in the pleasure and surprise, a warmth spreading from where his hand is rubbing now, massaging and squeezing my ass slowly. “One.”

His hand lifts again, pausing for a moment before smacking down again, just on the edge where the warmth and sting become painful, and again he rubs my ass, this time slipping his hand inside my panties and making me moan in desire. My pussy is throbbing, and I can't believe that it feels this good. “Two.”

Jackson gets behind me and eases my panties down, lifting my legs one at a time to pull my pants all the way off, leaving me naked from the waist down. I tremble in anticipation as the scent of my arousal hits my nose, and I know he can smell how turned on I am. “Ready, sir.”

His hand descends again, smacking against my right cheek this time, a firework of heat that shoots straight through me, and I cry out softly. “Oh, Jackson... my husband...”

Jackson hums happily at my words, and I hear his belt release, but before he can do anything, I turn on the bed, grabbing his hands. “No... please, let me.”

He takes his hands away and I unbutton his jeans, not even needing to do the zipper the waist is so baggy. We'd laughed and joked about it as we walked to the pizza parlor, how our fashion sense would be matching more from now on. Now I see another advantage as his cock surges from his boxers, and I wrap my hand around it, licking the head before Jackson can even react. He groans deeply, and I suck him in, running my tongue all around the underside and head of his cock lovingly, worshiping him and trying to show him just how sexy and powerful I know he is.

“Katrina...” he groans, resting his hands on my head. I pause and let him hold my head still as he begins to pump in and out slowly, fucking my face slowly and thoroughly. His cock is thick, sliding deep into my mouth and tickling the back of my throat with each thrust, and I reach under him to cup his balls and roll them between my fingers. “Oh my perfect Katrina.”

He pulls out, and I smile softly. “Is that what you like?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jackson replies, caressing my face. “Is this what you like?”

“This time,” I growl, turning around and wiggling my ass at him. “And this is what I want most.”

“Mmm, I like that idea,” he says, grabbing my hips and pulling me back. “Just a little rough, but not too much?”

“I can take it pretty rough,” I challenge him. “But remember that if you get too rough, I fight back.”

Jackson pushes me down, stretching me out on the mattress, with just my ass sticking up a little bit. I feel his cock against the lips of my pussy and he drives forward, stretching me open in one long stroke until he's all the way inside me. Lightning shoots from his cock to my brain as he pulls back and thrusts again, and I give myself to him, wanting Jackson to take me, to make me his forever.

With unrelenting, powerful hammering thrusts, Jackson fills me again and again, his hips smashing into my ass each time. He stretches out on top of me, kissing and sucking hard on my neck, and when he bites, I'm moaning, lost in the pleasure of his cock filling me and his skin pressed against my back. I can feel the pain of his teeth on my skin, and I know he's leaving a mark, maybe a bruise, and I only hope that he actually breaks the skin, scarring me and marking me as his forever.

I'm crushed under him, but I push my hips back, begging for more, and Jackson groans, pleased. He lifts up, and pulls me back onto my knees as he settles behind me. “You are perfect,” he says as he starts thrusting again, hard and fast, so fast I’m constantly being lit up with fireworks from another punishing stroke. “Nobody has ever pushed back and wanted more.”

“Is that all you got?” I encourage him, looking back. He's covered in sweat, his eyes burning with intensity, and he grabs my waist, his grip almost painfully tight as he stares into my eyes at my challenge. His hips speed up, pounding at me even harder. I'm nearing coming, but I can see in his face, he is too. I urge him on with my most seductive look even as my mouth drops open and I can't say anymore.

My insides tighten, and I'm on the edge, trembling with the need to come. Jackson sees it and thrusts in one more time, burying himself deep inside me, and I'm coming, crying out breathlessly as my body rides the amazing feeling. He thrusts again, adding an exclamation point on my orgasm and sending me higher before he comes, both of us collapsing onto the mattress, temporarily exhausted.

I feel Jackson gather me into his arms again, and I hum softly. “You did this the last time. Are you planning on cuddling with me every time we have sex?”

“I was thinking every night, regardless of if we have sex or not,” Jackson says, kissing the sore spot on my neck. “I'm sorry if I was too rough.”

“It was perfect,” I tell him, wrapping his arms deeper around me. “Absolutely perfect.”

“I'm glad.”

I chuckle, and kiss his knuckle. The skin is still pink and raw, and I remember the story Andrea told me about how he'd gone off on the tires at my old loft. Apparently, he hasn't let it heal fully before going off on the tires again. “That doesn't mean I'm not going to give it right back to you tomorrow, though.”

“Oh?”

I smile and stroke his forearm. “I've got Touches you haven't even imagined yet, and tomorrow morning, I'm using them all on you.”

Jackson laughs softly and kisses my neck. “I can’t wait.”