“We can’t have sex in your grandpa’s shop,” I objected.
“Technically it’s my shop, so yes, we can.”
He pulled down his swim trunks, baring his deliciously large and hard cock. My body missed it. Just seeing it again was making me all hot and tingly.
“What if someone finds us.”
“You worry too much, dove.”
The pet name resonated within me, making his story even more powerful. I was his resilient little mourning dove. My breath hitched at the thought and he stilled. Our gazes locked, and I saw all his real emotion, all the stuff he buried behind humor, peeking out at me. He was so beautiful, so perfect. I wanted nothing more than to stare into his eyes forever.
“Marry me?” he asked.
Certain I must have misheard him, I asked, “What?”
“Marry me,” he repeated. “Please.” He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out my panties. “Shit. Wrong one.” He tried the other and removed a small box. “I know it’s soon, and we don’t have to get married right away, but I want my ring on your finger. You and Trent are already living with me, and it’s working. It’s amazing. I want to know that you’re as committed to this as I am and that we’re in it for the long haul. Marry me?”
He snapped open the box and held it between us. The ring was beautiful. Old fashioned, a pearl ringed in diamonds.
“It was my grandmother’s. Gramps left it to me. I can’t think of a better way to honor them than to slip it on your finger.”
Hot tears slid down my cheeks as I thought about how crazy he was to ask me. How crazy I was to consider telling him yes.
“Don’t leave me hangin’, sweetheart.”
“You’re really proposing with your dick out?” I asked.
“I’m hoping it sweetens the deal.”
I had to marry him because there was no way I could live without this man in my life. He was my passion, my laughter. Swallowing past all my fears and uncertainties and letting that truth resonate within me, I nodded. “Yes.”
“Fuckin’ thank God,” he said on a breath.
I laughed.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto my finger.
“Yes, yes I do.”
Capturing my mouth with his, he bunched my skirt around my thighs, grabbed my ass, and pulled me to him, until I was teetering on the edge of the table. His hard, blunt head circled my entrance, drawing heat and moisture to my core as he deepened the kiss. My nipples pebbled against the silk of my bra. One of his hands snaked up to pinch and play with my breasts while his kiss stole away the last of my inhibitions.
Who cared if we were about to have sex in his shop? I loved him so much, I would spread my legs for him anywhere.
Pushing my thighs apart, he drove into me. I moaned at the sudden pressure against the walls of my pussy.
“God, Drew,” I breathed. How had we gone two days without this?
He pulled out before plunging in deeper, filling me up. I leaned back, supporting myself on my hands to give him better access. He drove in deeper still.
“Your pussy feels like home,” he said, settling in to a nice, solid pace. “I just can’t get enough of it. And seeing you with my family… I’m gonna fuckin’ marry you.”
“You better. No take backs.”
He chuckled, dropping his roaming hands to my ass so he could hold me where he wanted.
“And we’re not moving to Minnesota.”
“That was just a test. I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me if you would have been willing to move.”
