Page 128 of Barron's Second Chance
She watched through blurry eyes as he reached into his pocket and produced a small robin-egg blue-colored box. He lifted the lid and gazed up at her with a look charged with love and hope.
He took a shaky breath. "Eden Jamison, you've been the love of my life since we were fourteen. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
The words barely left Barron's mouth before she lunged at him in glee.
"Yes, yes, yes!!!" She screeched as she peppered kisses all over his face.
Barron, who was unprepared for her animated launch, fell back in a tangle of limbs, his deep voice laughing at her antics.
He turned his head and met one of her wet pecks with his mouth. Eden moaned as she balanced her hands on either side of his head, sinking into the kiss. Her hair fell into a curtain around their heads, creating a cocoon of intimacy.
His hands gripped her ass, kneading the firm globes through her denim shorts as she ground her increasingly damp center against his lower body. Barron's teeth nipped her bottom lip before sucking the pouty flesh. His tongue tangled with hers as he encouraged her rocking movements by stroking the delicate skin between her upper thigh and buttocks.
Eden tore her mouth away from his before gripping the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it over her head. She grinned saucily down at a panting, stunned Barron before reaching behind her to free her aching breasts from the confines of her lace bra. She giggled as she threw it at his head before bending down to resume their kiss.
"Wait," Barron stopped her with a slide of a hand on her sensitive tits.
"That's not making me wanna stop anytime soon," she moaned as she arched her back into his touch.
"Hold on, minx." He balanced on an elbow as he felt the floor around them. He made a noise of satisfaction when he produced the small, blue box. "I need you to put this on first before I fuck you."
Excitement licked down her spine as he opened the box. Truthfully, between the sweetness of Barron's words during his proposal and her need to get him naked, she forgot all about the ring.
She squealed as he reverently slipped the halo pear-shaped diamond onto her ring finger. The shoulders of the band were lined with small diamonds, and she oooh'd as she wiggled her fingers in the air, admiring the sparkly shine from all angles.
"How does it look?" She teasingly caressed her décolletage before stroking down to wriggle her hands against her hard nipples.
"Beautiful," Barron's eyes, golden in lustful appreciation, devoured her hungrily.
"C'mere." He grabbed her around the neck and pulled her down towards him. But just before his mouth touched hers, she felt him whisper against her flesh.
"Thank you," he ardently murmured before covering her seeking lips with his own.
Epilogue
10 Years Later
“Mommy,Mommy!”
Barron grinned as he held on tight to their flailing four-year-old. A thin woman in a white suit across from them eyed him with a chastising scowl. But Barron ignored her. Instead, he focused on the absolute vision striding confidently down the runway.
It never ceased to amaze him how his wife could walk so smoothly and confidently in sky-high heels and not topple over. His heart was continuously in his throat whenever she appeared wearing some sort of death trap stilts.
Especially now.
Barron’s eyes roamed over her features, taking in her slicked-down hair, parted in the middle, and tied back in a low ponytail. Her eye makeup was dark and smokey, enhancing the deep blue of her eyes. Her long, toned legs ate up the catwalk as she strutted to the end, her stare steely and focused. Her cheekbones were sharp, accentuating the delicate bone structure of her jaw. The only difference in her features was the subtle fullness in her face, something that caused Barron’s chest to swell with pride.
He watched the audience as they were mesmerized by the tall goddess strutting confidently toward them. It didn’t surprise Barron that she was well-loved among her peers in the industry and the general public. Eden radiated goodness and beauty, not just outwardly but within as well. Her side projects were a testament enough to that. He pinched himself constantly thathegot to love, worship, and adore someone as smart, kind, and beloved as Eden.
As she sauntered past them, Barron saw her lips twitch in amusement as Reuben, their rambunctious child, clapped his hands wildly as he cheered his Mama on. A ripple of laughter sounded through the rows as the audience smiled delightedly at his antics. Even the severe-looking woman smiled slightly at their son’s enthusiasm.
After pressing a kiss to the side of his son’s head, Barron turned his focus back on his wife. As he watched her stride to the end of the runway, his eyes finally registered what she was wearing. Her high, firm ass was on display with just a minuscule G-String encasing it. He remembered that she was wearing a matching red bra, but a black bejeweled jacket covered it. He frowned as his eyes roamed the audience again, this time looking for perverts who were lusting after his wife.
He still got possessive of his Eden. It wasn’t like she worked a typical nine-to-five job. She was constantly around good-looking men, whether they be models, photographers, designers, or fans.
Early in their relationship - the second time around - he drove himself crazy reporting every perverted comment on her public Instagram page. Eden had only rolled her eyes at him before giving him one of her sweet kisses.
“They’re mainly bots, anyway, darling. And I’ve been dealing with gross comments since I started this career. But look,” she scrolled through one of her images, pointing out the comments from fans who wrote how much she inspired them, how she was a role model, and complimenting her on her charity work.
