Honkers Under the Holly (The Cocky Kingmans)

11. Say Yes to the Chaos

SAY YES TO THE CHAOS

M y grandmother’s ring felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket, just like it had every day since I’d picked it up from the safe deposit box three weeks ago. But this time, as I dropped to one knee beside our hotel bed, everything felt different. Real.

Sara Jayne’s eyes went wide. “Mac...”

“Remember when Magda asked why you weren’t wearing a ring at her party?” My voice was steadier than I’d expected, probably because I’d never been more sure of anything in my life. “And I said I was waiting to get my grandmother’s ring?”

She nodded, one hand pressed to her lips.

“That wasn’t entirely a lie.” I opened the box, revealing the vintage diamond that had been in my family for three generations. “I really did get it. That day. Because even though we were pretending, I knew—I think I’ve known since you ran through the tent chasing a goose at Oktoberfest—that you were it for me. Though I think the goose chased me, technically.”

“Mac,” she whispered again, tears sparkling in her eyes.

“I love how you color-code your sock drawer but will jump into chaos to help a friend. I love that you saw past my spreadsheets and planning, trying to figure out how to be successful, to the guy who needed a little chaos in his life. I love that you turned our fake engagement into the realest thing I’ve ever known.” I took a shaky breath. “Sara Jayne, will you marry me? Hint, this is a real proposal this time.”

A loud honk startled us both. Sir Honksalot stood in the doorway between the suites, watching us with what could only be described as an expectant expression.

Sara Jayne laughed through her tears. “I think our goose is waiting for an answer.”

“Our goose isn’t the only one.”

“Yes,” she said, pulling me up to her. “Yes to marrying you. Yes to chaos and color-coding and everything in between. Yes to our silly goose and our crazy life and?—”

I cut her off with a kiss, sliding the ring onto her finger where it belonged. Where it had always belonged, even when we were just pretending.

Sir Honksalot let out another approving honk before settling back into his nest of stolen socks, apparently satisfied with his matchmaking work.

“I love you,” I murmured against Sara Jayne’s lips. “The genuine kind. The forever kind.”

The moonlight caught the diamond on her finger as she pulled me onto the bed with her. My grandmother’s ring—now her ring—sparkled just like her eyes.

“I can’t believe you had this all along,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I can’t believe you said yes.” Actually I could. We belonged together, her and me, and we both knew it. I traced the curve of her cheek. “Sir Honksalot didn’t really give you much choice.”

Her laugh turned into a soft gasp as I found that sensitive spot below her ear and dragged my teeth across it just as she liked. “As if I’d ever say no to you.”

My hands slid down her sides, exploring every perfect curve as if this was our first time together all over again. I needed her bare so I could worship her body in the way which she deserved. As my curvy, gorgeous goddess.Her dress joined my jacket on the floor. I traced kisses down her neck, pausing at the lace edge of her bra. “Is this new?”

“Mmm hmm. Crown of Curves new intimates collection. I got a free preview to test out.”

“Remind me to send them a thank you note.”

She laughed, the sound turning into a gasp as my hands found bare skin. “I don’t think it’s standard business practice to thank a clothing company for turning you on.”

She melted into my touch as I pulled the cups of the pretty lace bra down to expose her nipples. In no time I licked my way from one to the other and back again. Every soft inch of her was perfect and delicious and most importantly, mine. Finally, truly mine.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she murmured, making quick work of my shirt buttons. Her hands slid down my chest. “To a very hot former quarterback. Did I mention I saw some of your game footage today?”

“I’ve still got game, sweetheart.” I caught her hands, pressing kisses to her fingers, lingering on the ring.

“I’m a fan of your game,” she breathed, pulling me closer, wrapping her legs around my hips. “But I have a few moves of my own.”

I don’t know how she did it, but she used her position to flip me right the hell over, so she was on top of me. “See? Now I’m having my way with you and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Like I’d want to.

“Have your way... away.” I waved my hands and perhaps gave my hips a good wiggle, letting the tent in my pants hit her in just the right spot.

“Oh my god, no fair, I’m supposed to be making your eyes roll back in your head, not the other way around.” She moved her hips back and forth, sliding across my zipper covered erection.

“Trust me, baby. You’re doing something to my head all right.” I could do nothing but watch as she cupped her breasts and continued to thrust against me. No, that wasn’t true. There was something I could do. I grabbed her hips and helped her move over me, my dick getting harder and harder for her. “Fuck, Sara Jayne, you’re going to make me come in my pants if you keep up this lap dance.”

She slowed and smiled down at me in a way that had me falling in love with her all over again. I’d let her dry hump me to completion if she wanted to. I was fucking mesmerized by her.

“I’d rather you were coming inside of me.”

Okay, that was it. I flipped Sara Jayne back over and dropped my pants and boxers faster than a speeding bullet. She giggled as I pulled her lace panties down her legs right after that, but had the foresight to finally slip out of her bra so we were both gloriously naked.

I crawled up the bed, kissing my way from her knees, up to her thighs, gave her pussy one quick French kiss, but continued on to her breasts, and then finally those soft, pink lips. “I’d rather come inside of you, too. And someday, if it’s what you want to, I’d like to put a baby in your belly, and make even more of a family with you than we have now.”

I’d been smart enough to grab a condom from my pants before getting back on the bed with her. “But for tonight, put this on me, and let me make you come so hard you don’t just forget how to speak English, you forget your own name.”

“You like it when I put the condom on you?” She opened the little packet and rolled the sheath down my cock.

When it was on, I thrust into her hands. “Yes, because it’s the best way I know of to make sure you feel safe.”

“I always am when I’m with you.”

God, I loved her so much. I twisted us again, because it was clear my girl wanted to try being on top.I gripped her lush thighs and spread them so she straddled me. This position would allow her to take as much of me as she was comfortable with, and I got to see every bit of pleasure written on her body and her face. Not to mention the way her tits bounced with every move.

With more restraint that I thought I had left, I raised my hips, and pulled her down, slowly, excruciatingly, and thrust into her. Her eyes drifted closed and she let her head fall back on her shoulders, her blonde hair drifting down her back, and she took my cock inch by inch.

“Mac, you feel so good. Give me more. I need all of you.” Her eyelids fluttered, and she groaned as she sunk down onto me, taking me even deeper than before.

Our bodies fit together far too perfectly, and when she’d taken my entire shaft, her inner muscles squeezed and pulsated, sending jolts of intense pleasure through me. “All of me, for all of you.”

I grabbed her hips, loving the feel of her plush, pillowy body in my hands, on my cock. Then I shifted my hips, letting her rise up, guided by my hands, then brought her back down, helping her fuck me.

And. Fuck. Me.

She licked her lips and whimpered as I bounced her on my cock faster and harder than before. “God, you’re so deep. It feels so good. I need more. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, Liebling . I’m going to give you everything you need.” My hips jerked, and I thrust into her. Her breasts and belly, hips and thighs, bounced and shook in such a gorgeous and sensual way that I wanted to touch and caress her everywhere, wanted my hands all over her at once.

She panted, and gasped for more breath, her nipples pearled into tight buds, and a flush crept up her chest and neck. Her body was clamoring to come, and she just needed a push to get over that edge into the bliss of orgasm, into oblivion.

She dropped her head down to look at me, and I reached up, gripping the back of her neck and pulled her down to me, never once letting up with the thrusts of my hips. She lost her rhythm entirely, and it was my turn to take control of her pleasure.

I slid my hands down her soft, sweet neck, wrapping my hands around, and finding those pulse points on either side of her throat. “That’s right my naughty girl. I want you to come for me.”

Her moans, turned into guttural groans, stuttering as I tightened my grip and pounded up into her. Her pussy clenched and released, then clamped down on me hard as she closed her eyes and exploded into her orgasm. I followed right behind, almost blacking out at the intensity of our matching climaxes.

Once we both came down out of that blissful high, she lay curled against my chest. I pulled her tighter against me and traced the ring on her finger. The diamond caught the city lights from our window, but it wasn’t nearly as beautiful as Sara Jayne’s smile.

“You really carried this around for weeks?” she asked, examining the vintage setting.

“I was waiting for the perfect moment.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Though I didn’t expect it to be a day where our goose gave game day predictions with The Boys for the Bowl, a viral scandal, and Tommy, of all people, saving the day.”

“Sounds perfect to me.” She turned in my arms, eyes sparkling. “But then again, I did get you to fake an engagement with me after knowing you for only like two days, so my judgment might be questionable.”

“Best decision ever.” I pulled her closer. “Both times.”

The next morning, I needed about forty-two gallons of coffee. I had a very busy night. But someone else beat me to the order at the hotel’s little coffee shop.

“Two lattes, two rooibos beauty teas, one for me and one for the woman literally glowing with happiness, and—oh look,” April grabbed the morning newspaper from the rack, and flipped right past the sports section and to the entertainment news. “The paper too, please. The Post already has your love story in print.”

I stared down at the article with a snapshot of me and Sara Jayne being enveloped in a big hug from behind by MVP Tommy Frayzer. I’d have stood there all day if April hadn’t nudged me to pick up our orders and guided me over to the booth at the hotel’s coffee shop. Sara Jayne was there waiting with their baby girl in her arms, giving her a couple of bounces to keep her snoozing peacefully.

“Though I have to say.” April glared at me and Sara Jayne as she distributed the beverages. “I’m a bit offended everyone’s so shocked. It was obvious you two were madly in love from the moment I met you.”

I nearly choked on my coffee. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, please.” She waved her hand dismissively. “You two at Magda’s party pretending to be engaged, then everyone thinks Sara Jayne’s engaged to Tommy? I figured you were just trying to keep things private until you sorted out the whole house-sitting situation.”

Sara Jayne stared at her. “You knew? This whole time?”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been married to football for fifteen years. I know when a player has fallen in true love when I see it.” April’s eyes sparkled. “Also, the way Mac looked at you... let’s just say Tommy isn’t the only one who needs acting lessons.”

“Speaking of acting,” Bridger said, joining us with Chris in tow, both clutching massive hot chocolates, “that was quite a performance at the press conference, Tommy.”

Tommy grinned from his spot next to me. “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.”

“Like matchmaking?” April raised an eyebrow.

“And goose wrangling,” Sara Jayne added. “Don’t forget his true calling.”

“About that...” Chris leaned forward eagerly. “We’re having family game night next weekend. Dad says you should come because Sir Honksalot would have a lot of fun playing with all of us kids.”

Bridger caught my eye with a knowing look. “Chris has been very insistent about expanding game night lately. Nothing to do with sweet little Trixie Moore moving in next door, I’m sure.”

Chris turned as red as his hot chocolate cup. “Da-ad!”

“The plot thickens,” Tommy stage-whispered. “Looks like I’m not the only matchmaker around.”

“You guys have to come,” Chris pressed on, desperately changing the subject. “Mac can tell me more about being an all-star quarterback for a division one level team, and Sara Jayne can help me with what to say to Trix... I mean, help us all with InstaSnap.”

“Smooth,” Bridger muttered into his coffee.

“We’d love to,” I said, watching Sara Jayne try not to laugh at Chris’s obvious crush. “Though Sir Honksalot’s social media fee is getting pretty steep these days.”

“I heard he’s booked for a Valentine’s day spread in that big home decor magazine,” April said. “Something about trending holiday decorations?”

“Don’t remind me.” Sara Jayne showed them her phone, where #PorchGoose was still trending. “Apparently, we accidentally started a movement.”

Tommy pulled up his own phone. “Ooh. I’m gonna need to order some V-day outfits for Honksy.”

He tapped on his phone for a moment and then turned the screen toward me. “Wait. Have you seen the latest? People are recreating your love story. There’s a couple who got engaged at a farm animal sanctuary where they’ve adopted a rescue goose.”

“The internet is weird,” Chris declared with all the wisdom of his thirteen years.

“But entertaining,” Bridger added. “Christopher, I think Sir Honksalot is getting antsy. Go see if you can get him some snacks, will you?”

He waited until the teen trotted off and then looked over at the three of us with a slightly disapproving dad vibe. “Though the internet is not always, shall we say, factual. How much of Tommy’s press conference story was actually true?”

“All of it,” I said, squeezing Sara Jayne’s hand. “Well, except the part about it being his master plan. He just got lucky that his chaos worked out.”

“Excuse you,” Tommy protested. “I am a strategic genius. Tell them, Sir Honks—” He stopped, looking around. “Where did Chris and our feathered friend get off to in the two whole seconds they were gone?”

Right on cue, a commotion erupted from the direction of the breakfast buffet. We turned to see Sir Honksalot waddling proudly back to our table, a stolen croissant in his beak and a trail of admirers with phones out behind him. Chris trailed behind with two more pastries in his hands.

“Some things never change,” Sara Jayne laughed, then looked at me softly. “Thank goodness.”

I kissed her, not caring who saw. We were done hiding anyway.

“Well,” April said, “at least your wedding photos will be interesting.”

They would be the best. Because they’d capture what would become my all-time favorite day ever. The day when Sara Jayne would become Sara Jayne Jerry. Forever my love, forever my life, forever my wife.