Healing a Broen Heart

This is the second and final part of the story about Jake and Sam. It's been a while since I published chapter 1, so please read or even re-read the first chapter before reading this.

As always, please rate and comment. I appreciate those greatly.

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Love means life

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After she tore up her letter of resignation, Sam and I stood in her office, holding each other. I knew I had barely salvaged our relationship after hurting her.

A few nights earlier, we cooked dinner together, then changed into our dressy clothes to sit down to a romantic, candle-lit dinner. We had been dating for about six months, and we knew we were in love about a month into that. We had talked about having children, so I should have realized her reasonable expectation that I would propose to her that romantic night.

I didn't propose.

Instead, I asked whether she would like to move in with me. To her, it came across as, "I don't love you enough to marry you, but I wouldn't mind more free sex."

She walked out, and I was miserable for several days.

But now having apologized profusely, I asked her to marry me, and she accepted! I was holding her in my arms and knew I needed to act in a meaningful way to let her know I was serious.

"Sam, could we go after work and look for an engagement ring?"

She was still wiping away her tears and trying to regain emotional control, so she just nodded and hugged me tightly again. Finally, she spoke.

"Jake, first I need to apologize to you. I overreacted, and I was wrong. We both made mistakes that night. We were both at fault. I promise to work on that, and will trust that you always mean well, instead of leaving in a huff the way I did. I'm so sorry."

"That's ok, baby. We can at least agree to learn from our fight. Now, when do you want to marry?"

"Sam, if it were possible, an hour from now, but I'll settle for as soon as possible. I don't want to live any more of my life without you at my side. Or on top of me."

We were both laughing and hugging.

"We could fly to Vegas."

I almost laughed, but I saw something in her eyes that warned me she wasn't making a joke.

"What about your parents, or my parents?"

"You're right. My parents would be hurt if we just ran off and did the Vegas thing, but I don't want a big wedding. I thought I did, once upon a time, but not now. I just want to be your wife. I want us to become a family--to make a family."

"How about the county clerk, with our parents there?"

"Just so they're with us. I owe so much to Dad--and so do you."

"Sam, we both need to get back to work, but let's start with a ring tonight. You need to know how sincere I am."

"Thanks. Are you still scared?"

"Of course, but it's a normal scared, I think. What I learned was I was more frightened of losing you. Please don't give up on me!"

"I'm scared, too, Jake. I think everyone is when approaching marriage. We can be scared together, but not apart, ok?"

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That evening we drove to a jewelry store. Sam was excited. I mean, ecstatic and laughing and holding my hand as she looked. The jeweler was patient--a necessity in the trade. He noticed I was looking at what I later learned were old style yellow gold rings. Rather than telling me I was out of date, he simply asked Sam whether she preferred white or yellow gold.

"White, for sure."

What do I know about rings? I design freeways.

After several minutes, Sam found not one, but three she liked. I was resisting all the practical, engineer solutions that popped into my mind. Never mind that Sam was also an engineer, and a promising one, she was a woman. A gorgeous one.

I had to wipe away a tear.

"Do you want my opinion?"

"Please!"

I had her try them on, one at a time. They all looked good to me. I picked the one with the largest diamond, guessing she liked that the best but was reluctant to choose it because of cost.

"I think that is the prettiest on your finger."

She looked relieved and kissed me on the cheek. I had passed.

"May I buy this ring for you, Samantha?"

She nodded as she wiped away tears.

Since the ring fit, I paid for it and slipped it into my pocket.

"Hey, don't I get to wear it?"

"Not until I kiss you and slip it onto your finger."

She stopped me in the parking lot, and not where cars parked, but where cars drove! That was one of the fieriest kisses ever with her!

When we finished kissing, I took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger.

She kissed me again, but this one was interrupted by a car! We laughed and waved to the car. The driver gave us a thumbs up.

"I need to take you back to the office to get your car."

"I want to spend the night with you."

I laughed. "I was afraid to ask you to stay the night, given my colossal fool moment last week!"

"Jacob Miller, I've forgiven you. Please don't second-guess yourself. I'm sure you want to make love to your new fiancée and rock her world tonight."

"I'd love to. Probably more than once. Then I want to sleep with you in my arms and snuggled against me."

She hugged me tightly. "My car will be fine where I parked it. I want you deep inside me tonight, Mr. Miller.

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I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, kissing newly revealed skin as I did so. Once open, I slid it back and down her arms, exposing her shoulders. That's where I kissed her next, trailing slow, lingering kisses down her back. Her bra landed on the floor next--although the next morning we found it hanging from the ceiling light, so I may have thrown it!

She had come to the office that morning wearing a casual skirt. It unzipped in back, where I now knelt. I unfastened the catch and dragged the zipper slowly down. By pulling on the sides, I nudged the skirt past her hips until it pooled around her feet.

I was still behind her, and she was wearing only a thong. With my arms wrapped around her legs, I kissed her beautiful ass cheeks. She was moaning as I licked up the back of her thong, licking her skin on either side along the way.

What followed was the most heartfelt--and heart-healing--lovemaking we had yet shared. It lasted a long time as we explored, tasted, licked, kissed, caressed--and ultimately climaxed together. We lay in bed, exhausted, but happy.

I had an idea. I got up from bed and found two towels.

"Come on babe, it's the perfect time for skinny dipping!"

Sam was out of the bed in a flash, laughing with me as we ran out the back door, tossed our towels aside, and dove into the pool. She immediately swam over to me and wrapped her legs around me and kissed me.

"Jake, you're the finest man I've ever known, and the most fun fiancée a girl could ever have. I feel like the luckiest girl ever."

By the time she finished that sentence, I had a nipple between my teeth, gently pulling it.

"Oh baby! Please keep doing that!"

She soon held her other breast in her hand and held it to my mouth.

"This one demands equal attention."

It was so erotic to see her holding her breast for me that my cock spasmed a little.

"I guess I got someone's attention! I want to try something. Sit on the edge of the pool. I want to give you a blowjob."

I started out sitting up but soon lay flat as she worked me over. Another symphony of lips, tongue and hands! I was moaning loudly enough that a dog started barking and Sam told me to be quiet.

Within a few minutes, I groaned and shot my load in her mouth. This time, she let it drain out of her mouth and all over my cock. Then she pulled me back into the pool and kissed me.

"I like pool sex with my stud fiancée. I like sex anywhere with you! In bed, against a wall, on a table, or in the pool, and if there's another place you discover, I'm sure I'll love it, too!"

I laughed as we hugged, standing in the pool.

"Will you like pregnant sex?"

"Are you pregnant, Jake?"

"I hope not. I wouldn't want to explain that to my mother! Sam, we agree we want children, but how soon do you want to get pregnant"

"I want a baby with you soon. How do you feel about it?"

"Baby, I'm ready to knock you up when you say the word."

"What word would that be?"

"Two words: 'Impregnate me!'"

"I'll be ready to say it soon!"

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Later that night, I woke up and reached over for the naked body next to me. She turned over and snuggled in my arms as I pulled her tightly against me.

"Mmmmm, I love you, Jacob Miller."

I leaned over and kissed her. She reacted slowly but was soon probing me with her tongue.

"Baby, I need to have you push me up against that wall and fuck me hard."

I decided to take her from behind, so I pushed her face to the wall.

"Spread your legs for me!"

I quickly penetrated her and moved in and out a couple of times to make certain she was well lubricated, then I took her. Just as she wanted.

She screamed on my first full plunge but pushed back against every thrust after that, so I held onto her hair as I thrust up into her. We were soon both approaching our summits. I kissed her back, then rammed deep into her and held myself there as I filled her with my seed.

She was moaning as she felt my throbbing cock inside her.

I picked her up and took her back to bed. She was soon asleep with her arms around me and her head on my shoulder, snoring softly.

I lay there, reflecting on my great good fortune in having met Sam. My heart was full of love for her.

We had set the alarm, so we were up and getting ready for work early. We had to go to her place on our way, so she could get dressed.

As we drove to work, Sam surprised me with her next words.

"Jake, I know you're going to think I'm psycho, but would it be alright if I move in with you? Now that we're engaged."

"Wow, what a great idea! I'm sure glad I have you around to make such a great suggestion."

To her credit, Sam was laughing. "I understand the irony, babe. Thanks for forgiving me!"

"How about if after work we spend some time packing up your clothes?"

"Should I include lingerie?"

"Only if you want to turn me on."

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We didn't do anything fancy. One suitcase and 5 garbage bags, plus a mess of makeup, shampoo, conditioner, and tampons. I had largely left drawers empty after finally getting rid of Amy's clothes, and that had also resulted in 75% of the hanger space being open.

It felt wonderful to see the closet full of women's clothing again. She also filled a drawer with lingerie.

"May I take you to dinner tomorrow night? Would you like to dress up?

"Yes, to both. How about if we dance again first? Here, I mean. Right now. We haven't done that in a while"

"I'll go set up the music."

"I'm going to put on a fancy dress to dance with my fiancée. Would you put on a suit?"

A while later, Samantha appeared in a sexy red dress, black stockings and heels, dripping sexuality! I had thrown on my suit, but she even had perfume! I was hard before we danced.

"Hi. I'm Jake. May I have this dance?"

"I'd be delighted to dance with someone so handsome, but I need you to know I'm engaged to the love of my life."

"Before this night is over, you and I will make love."

"That's bold of you!"

I took her in my arms, and we danced. She seemed deliriously happy, smiling and looking into my eyes. I was remembering the first time we danced, also in my house. I had shared with Sam the deepest sorrows of my soul. Through a lot of tears, I told her of painful memories of that fateful day, memories I never told anyone before.

She held me as I slept, then suggested we dance. Afterwards, she asked me to show her their graves, and she lovingly placed flowers by each. Her capacity to feel my pain impressed me deeply.

My thoughts about that day, now nearly six months in the past were interrupted as her hand wandered to my butt as she pulled me tight against her.

"Oh my! You seem to have superb equipment to make love to me! I don't think I can resist your advances, especially if you kiss my neck."

As I kissed her, she was moaning. I kissed down her neck, and that led to the valley between her breasts.

More moaning.

I kissed the tops of her breasts. I was almost positive she wasn't wearing a bra. I slid my hand down to her ass and felt that deliciously curved flesh. I felt a garter belt.

She moaned again, louder now. She kissed my neck.

I looked down and kissed her. It was a long, wet kiss.

"Jake, I can't resist. Between your hardbody and your kisses of fire, I need you to take me to your bed and have your way with me."

"Won't your fiancée be angry?"

"He will, but once he sees you, he'll understand.... Before we made love the first time, I dreamed you took this dress off me, and you kissed my neck, my shoulders and my back as you slowly removed it. Would you do that now?

I turned her around and slowly unzipped her dress, then pulled it off her shoulders and around her hips. She had on a black garter belt with her black stockings, but no panty and no bra. I was rock hard.

Kisses on her neck, her shoulders, then slowly down her back made her tremble.

"Oh, Jake! Please make love to me like it's our first time. Let me look into your eyes as you penetrate me."

After scooping her into my arms, I carried her to the bed and stood her on her feet. She carefully undressed me, finally holding my hardness in her hand. She knelt between my legs and took me into her mouth.

As amazing as that was, I pulled her to her feet and gently lifted her and placed her in the middle of the bed.

She moaned as I played with her breasts, kissing and licking them, then sucking on a nipple as she cried out in her pleasure.

I kissed my way down her body and feasted between her legs, as her body twisted and moved as she tried to cope with the flood of exquisite pleasure.

"Baby, put your tongue in me!"

When I did, she came with a long moan and her body writhed beneath me.

"Samantha Rhodes, may I enter you now?"

"Please, my love. Go slow, like you did our first time."

It was drawn out, teasing and tantalizing as I penetrated her hot and wet passage. We both moaned.

What followed was tender. We smiled as we looked into each other's eyes. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' as I started thrusting. Her legs were widely splayed, allowing me deep access. Her hand pulled my back as I thrust into her, and she rotated her pelvis to meet me.

There were no words spoken now as I quickened my pace. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the pounding her body was absorbing.

As I came, her eyes opened. She was gasping as my throbbing continued.

Later, we lay together as I held her.

"Jake, it saddens me to think of how close I was to walking away. I know you've forgiven me, but I can't ever act that way again. The strange thing to me is I knew inside I was acting irrationally."

"We both learned important lessons. I spoke without considering how you might feel. Those are lessons that will make our marriage stronger."

As we lay in bed that night we made plans. Our parents had been able to agree on a date that was just over three weeks away, on a Friday. Sam had scheduled that with the clerk's office.

As we lay there, Dad called to tell us the four parents met over dinner. After the ceremony, they were taking us out to treat us to lunch. Then, her parents would regale me with stories about Sam, and he and Mom would do the same about me.

"Sam, just walk away now!"

She was quite amused. "And miss out on the stories about you?"

"At the price of hearing stories about you?"

"I'm going to gamble that as a boy, your stories are worse."

"I worry about that, too!"

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"Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?"

"I have two ideas I like, but you might have an even better idea. There's a cruise from Tampa Bay to L.A., something like two weeks. It hits Caribbean islands and goes to Cartagena, then through the Panama Canal, up along Costa Rica and other places on the west coast. My other is a high-end all-inclusive in Carmen del Playa. I have a girlfriend who did that."

"Did she like it?"

Sam started laughing. "I asked her that very question. She said, 'It was really nice, but the only time we got out of bed was to pee, shower, or eat.' They were only there three nights, starting with their wedding night."

"We might be as bad!"

"Truly!"

"I think I might like the all-inclusive better. We can arrange a trip to Chichen Itza from there, and there are probably other cool places. Plus, we can lay out on the beach or swim in the pool."

"I can think of another advantage. Shower sex is impossible on a cruise ship!"

"Sam, you have sex as much on your mind as I do!"

"Try and claim you don't love that about me!"

"Oh, I wasn't criticizing or complaining. Just stating a fact."

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Sam wrapped her arms around me in the middle of the night. It might even have been early morning.

"Jake, I've been thinking about something."

"Hmmm, what time is it?"

"I don't know but listen to me. This is important. I was looking at my calendar on my phone. My periods are almost exactly 28 days apart."

"So, women

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be on time."

"Ok, I'm going ignore your smart-ass crack for the good of our marriage--see how I've grown? Here's the point. I can get pregnant roughly 10 to 16 days prior to the start of my period. Our wedding day is 16 days prior to a period."

"But you're on birth control!"

"I admit, I left out one important point. A couple of days less than two weeks from now will be the start of my next period. I want to stop birth control then. I might be fertile on our wedding night."

"Are you planning on sex that night? I see I need to decide on my stud fee."

She rolled her eyes and then kissed me. It was a hot kiss, and she was getting more passionate.

"Baby, all this thinking about my fertility has me incredibly horny!"

"I know of an injection I can give you that will give you temporary relief."

"Is there no cure?"

"I hope not!"

"Give that injection to me, baby. Doggy this time?"

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As luck would have it, we were working on a major highway expansion project at the time, and the deadline was nearing. Sam and I were working on the same project. Although I was designing two major interchanges, she had two smaller ones. We worked a lot of hours until two days before the wedding. We were both able to hand off our parts of the project about 95% designed, with only a discrete list on each interchange of items needing to be verified.

Driving home that Wednesday, we sighed at the same time, then laughed for a block or so.

"It feels good to have gotten so much done."

"It feels even better knowing in two days you'll be Samantha Miller."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I thought we agreed you were becoming Jacob Rhodes."

I must have had a shocked look on my face, because Sam doubled over, laughing.

"I'm not sure we talked about it, but do you know why this was never an issue for me?"

"Because you love me?"

"Yes, I love you, but the actual reason is Mom. She honored Russell, her great saving love, by taking his name, and he shared his name with me. To me it's a symbol of uniting to make a family."

"I really hoped it was my skill in bed."

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The next day we spent packing for Mexico. Then we got out our wedding clothes. Sam's "wedding dress" was a new evening dress, like one of her little black dresses, only not quite as revealing, and ivory. However, she managed to find all ivory lingerie to wear under it. Our plan was to change in a bathroom in the courthouse, then send my suit and her dress with our parents.