"I booked it for four nights." I smile at Jon, throwing our duffle bag into the back of my truck. "Wait till you see it, I'm so excited." I say letting my smile get wider.
"I'm excited if you are." He tells me, giving my ass a hard smack as he walked around the truck..
"Ouch!" I laugh. "Get in this fucking truck, before I beat your ass." I growl playfully at him, tossing him the keys.
"I'm just happy to get your for almost a whole week to myself." He admits, pulling himself into the driver seat. "Be a nice change of fucking pace." He states.
"Me too... How far is our drive?" I ask him curiously.
"Like 7 hours." He groans. Neither Jon or I were big into driving long distances. "But it'll be worth it." I tilt my head at the radio and stare at it a moment, "What?" He questions looking down at the CD player in my truck.
"Shhh, listen." I murmur turning the volume up. The beginning of the song had caught my attention. Jon lets out a sigh, it was a country station. We could usually agree on music to listen to while we were in the car, but while I absolutely loved country music, Jon had a huge hatred for it.
"I'll never settle down,
That's what I always thought
Yeah, I was that kind of man,
just ask anyone.
I glance over at Jon, and lean back into my seat crossing my arms over my chest. This freaking country song was sounding like us already.
I don't dance, But here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It Ain't my style, but I don't care
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand
Cause, I don't dance.
Love's never come my way,
I've never been this far
Cause you took these two left feet
And waltzed away with my heart.
No, I don't dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain't my style, but I don't care
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl
Cause, I don't dance
Ohhh
I don't dance
Ooh
I don't dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain't my style, but I don't care.
I'd do anything with you anywhere
I don't dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain't my style, but I don't care.
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yeah, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl
Cause, I don't dance
"Oh my god... That song was written just for us... We have a song." I grin at him.
"We do." He agrees thoughtfully. "You're the country music junkie... Who do you think sings that?" He asks curiously.
"It's Lee Brice." I tell him. That song totally depicted our relationship.
"Never thought any woman would fucking tie me down, but you did." He nods.
***...***...***...***
"This is fuckin' cool." He chuckles, standing in front of our home for the next week or so. I'd rented what was basically a hut. You walked down a decently long dock and it sat at the very end just a few feet over the water. It was all one room kind of like an efficiency apartment, bed bath, small kitchen... But the cool part was the floor was totally see through, you could see right down into the ocean under your feet.
"Thought you'd like that." I say. We walk inside and Jon tosses our bag into a corner and I toss myself down on the bed, "I feel like we've been driving forever." I sigh.
"You're such a baby." He scoffs, crawling on top of me. He litters my face, my neck and my chest with soft kisses before falling into bed next to me.
"We can swim right off the dock." I murmur to him, resting my head on his chest. He follows my spine down my back to where my shorts started, then back up before resting his hand on my arm.
"We should jump in later, when it's dark." He suggests. "It's totally clear, that means the moon'll be fuckin' out."
"Are you getting mushy on me?" I tease him.
"Pphhft! What the fuck ever." He scoffs. His fingers run through my hair for a couple minutes, "You want to go for a walk around?" He offers.
"Do you want to?" I ask, looking up at him.
"Yeah." He shrugs.
"Lets go than." I nod. We lay there another minute in silence.
"Why aren't we moving?" He asks gently tugging a couple strands of hair.
"Because we're lazy and tired and walking requires us to move." I laugh.
"Maybe we should take a nap instead?" He smirks. I didn't even respond, I was already half asleep at that point. When I wake up again it's dark out and Jon is snoring in the bed behind me.
"Jon..." I murmur, giving his ear lobe a gentle bite. "Lets go swimming." I encourage him, slipping out o bed. I bounce over to our bag and pull out my bikini, changing into it.
"It's bed time..." He grumbles.
"You said we would swim in the moonlight. Ya freaking sap!" I tease him. "I'll be in the water." I inform him, walking out the door.
"Sweet Pea." He calls to me from the dock. He was sitting on the edge, feet in the water and I waded over to him. It wasn't deep, only about belly button deep. "I love you." He tells me.
"I love you too." I smile, running my wet fingers up his legs and squeezing his knees. He reaches out and runs his fingers over the puzzle piece necklace that he'd gotten me for my birthday a while back. I never took it off.
"I wanted this to be more romantic, but you know I fuckin' suck at the romance thing..." He says, reaching in his pocket. He pulls out a little black box and presents it to me. "I know I should be on a knee, but maybe I'll start a new trend." He shrugs.
"Jon..." I murmur. My heart was in my throat, making any attempt to come out of my mouth.
"Annabelle, will ya marry me?" He finally asks, opening the little box. It was a beautiful ring, it wasn't huge but there was a large diamond in the middle with two smaller on each side. A moment of silence passed between us as I stared at the ring in the box. "Oh god, please say somethin'." He chuckles nervously.
"Yes. I'll fucking marry you!" I grin. I launched myself out of the water and wrapped my arms around his neck, and climbed into his lap. When I calm back down he slips the ring on my finger, "It fits perfect." I smile.
"We fit perfect. I've been waiting, for a few weeks to ask you." He admits, "I'd bought it when you found out you were pregnant... Don't get mad yet." He says quickly, putting a finger on my mouth. "You threw that fit about the baby and marriage, so I waited... Then after you were mad at me for a month and stayed at Joe's, so you know that kinda put the damper on junk too." He chuckles. "Anyway, the point of the fuckin' story is I love you. What did that song say earlier? I never planned on settling down, and I've never been this far in a relationship but you make me want to go further."
"God I fucking love you, so fucking much." I laugh, squeezing around his neck even tighter. "And you are getting mushy on me." I tease him.
"I am sweating fucking balls, I was fuckin' nervous." He tells me, resting his hands on my thighs. "Can I come into the water now too?" He questions, with a devious smile.
"Don't you dare." I warn him playfully. He raises his eyebrows, scoops me into his arms, and proceeds to dump me over the side of the dock into the water. "You're going to pay for that." I assure him.
"Doubt that." He murmurs, sliding off the dock into the water. It was super calm, and the keys had a gorgeous clear, but still turquoise color during the day. At night it was still crystal clear but the water had more of a silver glow from the moon. I watch him close the distance between us, pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around my waist. My hands circled around his neck and I pressed my lips to his, sliding my tongue into his mouth. His fingers start tugging on the strings of my bikini and he tosses the discarded item up onto the dock behind us. My breasts flush against his own bare chest and he attacks my neck, sucking, kissing and biting at the soft skin.
"Jon..." I groan gently grabbing a fistful of his hair.
"Can anyway see us out here?" He asks, his breathing had become slightly more labored. I shake my head 'no' and rake a hand down his chest feeling every little bit of him that I could. "Good." He mutters lifting me out of the water. I can't help but laugh as he effortlessly hoists me out of the ocean and onto the dock bringing us nearly face even with each other. He ducks down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, massaging the other with his hand. A breeze came through the trees making me shiver and leaving my body with little goose bumps. A soft, barely noticeable moan escapes my lips as his tongue rolls over my nipple and he takes it gently between his teeth.
"Get up here." I growl at him, pulling his head back up to my level and pulling him back in to kiss me. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him flush against me as our tongues dueled against each other. Jon always tasted the same, always faintly like honey. He pulls away and grins at me, "What?" I ask, chewing on my bottom lip. My fingers were still feeling and caressing his abs, over his hips and every once in a while across his back and shoulders.
"The water fuckin' robbed me." He chuckles, glancing down at his shorts. "You might need to help me out." He murmurs, pulling at my bikini bottoms. I lift up my butt just long enough for him to pull them off and they join my top a few feet away. I gasp when he drops between my legs, burying his tongue in my wetness. He teases my clit with the tip of his tongue, prodding at the bud and circling it a few times. Again my fingers tangle in his hair and my head rolls back. His tongue pulls away only to be replaced with callused hands, the roughness sending shocks through my body. "I'd do fucking anything for you. You are my one weakness." He admits softly in my ear, his lips brushing just barely against it. "Come back in here." He says pulling me back off the dock and into the water, he continues to pull us out deeper until the water sits just at his chest. My fingers make a move for his swim shorts and I easy pull the button and unzip them, letting his length bounce free.
"Apparently the water didn't rob you." I smirk at him, stroking his hardness.
"Yeah well, that was until ya touched me." He grins kicking them the rest of the way off. He wads the shorts up in a ball and hurls them towards the dock, missing by like 3 feet. "Oh well." He shrugs focusing back on me. His hands slid effortless under the water over my hips and then my butt, giving it a squeeze. I bite my bottom lip, a take a deep shaky breath suddenly feeling as if there were no air in my lungs. "Ya alright sweet pea?" He asks, pulling back to look at me.
"I got breathless." I reply reaching between us and taking his length in my hand again. He groans and closes his eyes, my other hand slides up his chest and over his shoulder before I grip his bicep. His eyes open again and he smirks when I position him at my entrance.
"Show time." He teases me, wagging his eyebrows and making me roll my eyes. His hands come up and grip my hips, pulling me down slowly until we were skin to skin. Both of my hands sit firmly on his shoulders and I lift my butt, nearly pulling him out before sinking back down on him. My legs tighten around his waist, allowing my movement to be faster and harder. "Jesus Annabelle." He grunts, his fingers digging almost painfully into the skin of my hips. I moan as his thumb grazes over my nipple and his takes the soft nub between two fingers, rolling it and pinching it. He's meeting my movements now, and quickly takes over thrusting into me at an even pace.
"Mmmmm... Jon..." I moan wrapping both arms around his neck and pulling myself against him. He was hitting my Gspot with each pull out, not only was it making me weaker but I could feel a huge orgasm coming on. The feeling started in my lower abdomen, that pooling feeling of arousal, then the burning heat between my legs. I scream out his name as I came, my walls convulsing around his length.
"Ouch..." He chuckles when I bite down on his shoulder in attempt to hold back my way too loud moans of pleasure. My legs were shaking as he began a vicious rhythm into me and the water softly lapped against our skin around us. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and holds us steady as he pours himself into me. "Holy fuck." He murmurs, his words slightly muffled by my skin.
"That's how we got pregnant you know. We do irrational, crazy, amazing sex like this and don't use a fucking condom." I say with a small laugh.
"True." He nods. "Think we'll ever learn?" He asks. He's massaging my back now, his fingers drawing small circles into my skin.
"Probably not." I sigh, leaning my forehead against his. "I think you should carry your fiance to bed." I grin, pecking a few places on his cheek.
"I can do that." He nods, wading towards shore. "Gotta find my fuckin' shorts." He adds with a chuckle. It must have been a sight to see, Jon's butt ass naked frame emerging from the water with me in his arms and walking us inside. "I'll be right back sweet pea, gonna get our stuff off the dock." He tells me.
"Ok." I reply, grabbing a towel and patting myself dry with it. I sit on the edge of the bed and admire the ring on my finger, I couldn't have been more happy right now, but why is it that the moment I said 'yes'... Joe flashed through my mind?