He raised his eyes to watch her. "You're not in love with me," he somehow managed to say. He knew she didn't love him the way that he loved her, but it felt like a physical blow to have to say it out loud.
"Ow!" Jason hissed. "What the hell was that for?" he demanded.
Haley sighed heavily as released the lock of hair she'd just yanked and gently rubbed the sore spot she'd created.
"How the hell can you say that I don't love you?"
"Easily!" he snapped, moving away from her and sitting back on his haunches.
Haley quickly got to her knees and glared up at him. Well, as best as she could since she'd taken her glasses off. She poked him in the chest, hard.
"Listen to me, buddy! I am head over heels in love with you and if you think you're going to pull another snit and get out of marrying me then you're crazy!"
He shifted closer. "I'm pulling another snit?" he practically roared. "I'm not the one who started all of this bullshit!" He grabbed her by the back of her neck and held her as he leaned down closer. "But I can damn well promise that I'm going to be the one fix it."
"What the hell does that mean?" she asked, mimicking his hold on her. She drew him closer.
"It means, my little grasshopper," he said, releasing her neck abruptly so that he could reach down and grab her by the back her thighs. With a quick flick of his wrists he sent her falling back onto the bed.
Before she could scramble away he was kneeling between her legs with his still painfully hard erection in hand and running it between her pouty wet lips the way he knew drove her crazy. She squirmed against him almost desperately.
"That I'm not taking a chance on you changing your mind. You're marrying me this weekend and that's final!" he snarled, licking his lips as Haley rubbed her wet pu**y over the underside of his cock.
Her answering smile stole his breath away. She looked so damn beautiful. He knew he'd f**ked up his proposal, but that didn't really faze him since he had a tendency to f**k this kind of thing up. Besides he wasn't going to ask her to marry him. That would have been f**king stupid since it would have given her a chance to say no. She was marrying him no matter what. It really was the only way to keep her safe, he decided as she rolled her h*ps and took the tip of his c**k inside of her.
"Are you going to make love to me, or do I have to break out the fists of fury?" she asked, moaning.
He leaned over and covered her body with his. "Definitely going to make love to you," he said against her neck as he rolled his hips, feeding her his cock. He took her mouth in a hungry kiss, tangling his tongue with hers as he gently thrust into her, inch by inch. She was still so damn tight and felt so f**king good wrapped around him.
"I...I...oh god!" Haley moaned loudly.
"What do you want, baby?" Jason asked, pulling his c**k out almost all the way before sliding back in slowly. He groaned as the sensation of a thousand hot wet little tongues licked his cock.
"I love you!" she cried out as he ground himself against her. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he continued to grind himself against her. "I love you, too," he said, turning his head to look down at her. "More than anything."
She fisted his hair and yanked his mouth down to hers. He reached between them and slid his thumb between her slit and over her swollen clit. Haley cried out into his mouth as he quickened his pace and rubbed the nub harder and faster.
"Oh f**k," he ground out as she clamped down tightly around him and squeezed unmercifully, leaving him gasping for breath and pounding into her without any finesse or reason. He was barely aware of her nails digging into his ass or her little blunt teeth biting into his shoulder as she screamed her release. His release came on him so damn hard and fast that he couldn't hold back his roar of ecstasy as Haley squeezed him dry.
He collapsed against her, careful to keep most of his weight off her and to the side. He pressed a kiss to her damp shoulder.
"Just so you know," she said, panting just as hard as he was, "the next time you try to leave me. I'm going to kick your ass."
Jason had to bury his face against her shoulder to stop himself from laughing out loud. She was just so damn cute.
"Stop laughing at me! I'm a threat, damn it!"
Jason pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
"No, you're my sweet little grasshopper."
Epilogue
Ten years later.....
"But, Dad, we're going to starve!" Cole complained, again, as he sagged to the ground, doing his best to look like he was dying. Of course eight year old Elizabeth and five year old Joshua copied their older brother, dropping to the ground right beside Jason's feet and doing their best to out pout the other.
Jason chuckled as he added more burgers and chicken to the large stainless steel grill he'd bought and set up yesterday.
"Don't you love us, daddy?" Elizabeth asked, adding just the right amount of lip trembling while Joshua over did it. Jason sighed, throwing more hot dogs onto the grill. He was going to have to work on looking pathetic with his youngest son again it seemed. An amateur pout like that could mean the difference between Haley feeling sorry for all of them and baking some delicious treat to shut them the hell up or her rolling her eyes and ignoring them.
"I so hungie, daddy," Joshua said, using the baby voice that he knew his parents were suckers for.
Jason looked down at his children and did his best not to laugh at their over exaggerated pouts. They were so damn cute, but that was to be expected since they were his kids. All three of them took after him in height, dark hair and appetite, but they all had their mother's beautiful emerald eyes, cute little noses and the ability to brighten up a room with their smiles.
Pursing his lips in indecision, he looked around their large backyard for his little grasshopper. When he didn't find her among their guests he stepped back and craned his neck to look through the kitchen's double glass sliding doors. He spotted his parents, a few cousins and uncles but no little grasshopper.
When he looked back at his kids he wasn't too shocked to find them already back on their feet, looking ready to pounce. They knew the drill after all.
"Take this plate," he said, grabbing a plate off the large picnic table he had set up as his work station, "and go hide. Make sure you share, because if I hear any whining I'm not doing this again." He threw another cautious look over his shoulder before loading up the plate with three large barbeque chicken legs.
"After you're done make sure you get rid of the evidence and, Cole," he said, looking over his shoulder at his oldest son who was licking his lips hungrily, "make sure your brother and sister remember to wash up this time."