“You love me. I love you. I’ll never want another like I do you. Spend your life with me. Tie your soul with mine.”
“You’re serious.”
He nodded. The tears had slowed, but his face was still puffy and red.
I searched his eyes, trying to figure out if it was the emotions talking or Sheldon reaching his breaking point. Every part of me screamed that I knew better. It didn’t matter what mood Sheldon was in; he didn’t say words he didn’t mean. That was what this boiled down to. Sheldon didn’t ask me to marry him because he was upset.
“Yes.”
His lips twitched like he was hopeful but afraid to be. “Really?”
“Yes, Sheldon Copeland, I’m going to marry the fuck out of you.” Was that too far? Probably. Then again, the man beneath me went overboard with every conversation.
“Kiss me, beautiful, then make love to me until the world falls away.”
I kissed him with everything in me. My heart sang at the way he touched me like I was precious.
It might be fast. It might be a bit wild. But that was my relationship with Sheldon. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
29
SHELDON
Forest’s nerves were evident in the way his hand shook as he lubed his cock. I was grateful the light was on. Not so I could see him tremble, but so I could watch his every move, commit to memory the way he looked when I asked him to marry me, and he said yes. This would forever live inside my head alongside the other memories we’d made.
“What if I do it wrong?” he asked as he braced himself above me.
“There is only one spot down there to put your cock, beautiful. You really can’t miss.”
A blush rose up his cheeks. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. I don’t want to hurt you or go too fast or come too quickly. I don’t want it to be over before it starts. This will be nothing like I’ve experienced before.”
“You’re damn right it won’t because you’re my fiancé and you’ve never made love to someone you’re engaged to before.”
“Oh my god, just put another layer of worry onto it.” He dropped his head. I hated when his eyes weren’t on me.
I lifted his chin until his gaze landed on mine, his hair falling onto his forehead. “You won’t do anything wrong. I promise. If you need a safety net, know if you do something I don’t like, I’lltell you, redirect you, or ask you to stop. But that’s not going to happen.”
“You have far more faith in me than I have in myself.”
“Isn’t that how it usually happens? Others see us better than we see ourselves.”
My hand slid from his chin, down his neck, to his chest, and didn’t stop until I grasped his cock and lined him up where I wanted him.
“Fuck me, Forest. Own me like I do you.”
He didn’t take his eyes off me as he started to slide in. I did my best to relax, but the bite of pain was inevitable. I meant it when I said I didn’t want him to stretch me. These past weeks had been full of anxiety on both sides. The anger that resided alongside it in me built more every day. I’d reached my limit and had no outlet for it. Forest calling me on my shit wasn’t surprising. At least I knew if I slipped too far, he’d bring me back.
“Holy shit,” he gasped when he was finally all the way in. “I’ve never felt anything so tight.”
“I was made for you.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’ll be better when you start moving.” The more he did, the easier this would be on me. “Just go slow to start.”
He nodded and did as I told him. The pain, fuck, it wasn’t good, but I did the best I could to keep my body open to him. Once it stopped burning, and I could focus more on him, I noticed how rudimentary it was. Forest was going through the motions, but wasn’t fully enjoying what he was doing.
My hands went to his hips as I started to guide him, making him focus on the movement and how it made us feel, rather than just performing the task at hand.
