Chapter 63

Each night over the coming days, Jane anticipates Brad coming home. She showers and sets up a table of chocolate and fruit, flutes of champagne, classical music, and rose petals all over the floor.

Each night when eight o’clock rolls around and he’s still not home. Jane feels disheartened and worried, wondering if something got mixed up.

One night, feeling completely frustrated, at 9:30, she lays on the bed and falls asleep. Two hours later, she feels someone kissing her belly and sucking on her tits. She wakes up afraid, but then sees Brad’s face.

“Oh my God! Where were you? You scared me! I’m so happy to see you!” Jane says, all mumbling and confused.

“Never mind. I’m here now,” says Brad, moving up to kiss her. He pulls her into his arms, carries her out of the room, and puts her on the hardwood table.

“I love what you’re wearing,” says Brad, noticing her skimpy selection of a bowtie and a purple G-string. “You look mighty skanky in that, if I may say so,” he says.

He spreads open her legs and puts her feet on the table. He pushes the G-string to the side and starts eating her out, licking, sucking, licking again, and then pushing his tongue inside of her.

He reaches up for her tits and grabs them, pushing her pussy further into his face. Within five minutes, she is squirting everywhere, all over his face, the table, and on his chest. He sticks his cock in her to feel the tightness of her pussy and pushes deeper and deeper, thrusting into her. Within minutes, his come fills her up. He screams out loud and pulls her body up to his and hugs her, his cock still inside her, reveling in the tightness of their connection.

He whispers in her ear, “You are the most beautiful woman, Jane. I love how you fit with me.”

“I love how you fit with me, handsome,” replies Jane. “I want you to fuck me forever.”

“Deal,” he says, kissing her deeply. He lifts her off the table and takes her over to the bedroom where they lay beside each other and fall asleep.

The next morning, Jane wakes up to the phone ringing. It’s her mom.

“Hi, Mom… Oh yes, I was just getting up. Brad came home last night. What, you want to speak with him? Here, I’ll pass the phone over,” Jane says, trying to wake Brad up.

“It’s my Mom,” she whispers. “She wants to talk to you.”

Brad wipes his eyes and is half-awake, half-asleep. “Right now?” he asks, a bit perplexed.

“Yes, she wants to hear the voice of the man I’m marrying. I hope you understand.”

He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed wearing only his tightie-whities. Jane sees the muscles sculpted on his back and the roundness on his shoulders. She feels so safe and protected with him, knowing he can take on the world.

“Hello, Mrs. Bryden,” says Brad with a hoarse voice. “I’m sorry, I’m just waking up. Yes… uh huh... Yes, I would like to marry your daughter. She is very special to me. How long have we known each other…?”

Jane waves her arms to try and get his attention.

She raises eight fingers and mouths, eight months to him.

He looks up and realizes what she’s saying, “Well, it’s been eight months, but it feels like forever. What do I do? Well, you could say I’m an investment broker. I do a lot of traveling as well… for business.”

Jane’s mom gives him what seems like a thousand questions. Brad tries to answer them without disclosing too much of his identity.

“Yes, I can’t wait to meet you, too. Thank you. It will be nice to have a sense of family again. Yes, both my parents died, and I was an only child. Thank you. Yes, I miss them a lot.”

Brad starts tearing up, not realizing how alone he has been feeling in his life. The warmth in Jane’s mother’s voice helps him feel comforted again, as if he is already a part of her heart and family.

When they hang up, he reaches over to Jane and pulls her closer to him. He starts bawling in her arms. She holds him and soothes him as he shares stories about how little compassion he has felt in his life, and how he has felt like an orphan since his parents died.

Jane had no idea how much grief he carried inside him, and she feels so lucky he can open up to her. It is the greatest feeling in the world and something that makes her love him even more. She had no idea her love could help one of the richest and most powerful men in the world. She finally figures out how Brad really does need her and how she actually does have something to offer him.

“Welcome to my family, Brad. I’m so glad my mom can be your mom, too. You don’t have to be alone ever again, I promise,” Jane soothes, “You are my one and only.”

Brad looks up at her and sees the outline of her face, and marvels at how precious, sweet, and tender she looks. Her innocence glows through her. He can’t believe he met her and how loving she is. He reaches up to stroke her cheek and hair, tears still in his eyes.

“I love you, Jane. I will always love you.”

“I love you, too, Brad. You are the only man I want to be with.”

She bends down toward him, his head laying in her lap, and she kisses his forehead, his nose, and then his lips. She cradles him back to sleep in her arms, and they spend the day together in bed.