He stood and pulled the sweatshirt over his head, tossing it to the bench. His bulging, rippling muscles immediately made Priscilla warm. It didn’t matter that it was cold outside, she was warm and getting warmer by the minute. When he shoved his jeans down, she saw the thick outline of his cock and felt the wetness accumulating.
The image, was nothing like the real thing. When he pushed the waistband of his briefs over the thick bulge, it popped up like a Jack-in-the-box. The purple head was already weeping, ready for her and she wanted it all.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispered walking toward her.
“You’d better not,” she said, “or I’ll finish without you.”
“Fuck that,” he said rushing forward to lift her in his arms. He wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock feeling the warmth and wetness of her sweet pussy.
This would not be gentle. This was needy, desperate, and wanted by both. Pushing her thighs apart, he slammed into her as she arched, gasping and moaning at the intrusion.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled into her neck.
“So are you,” she smiled up at him.
She gripped his hair, pulling him toward her breast and he read the room perfectly. Taking her nipple into his mouth, he sucked and pulled until she was begging him.
River couldn’t get enough of her. Over and over again, they brought one another satisfaction. By midnight, they needed to shower for a second time and were ready to finally get some rest.
River still wasn’t certain when they would head back east but he was certain that Priscilla would stay on the property and be protected. She wore his NAVY t-shirt to bed, no panties and he thought it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“Don’t leave without saying goodbye,” she whispered.
“Baby, I won’t leave without letting you know and I will never leave without saying goodbye. You’re mine, Priscilla and I’m yours. When we get this settled, I’d like you to marry me.”
She rolled onto her elbow and stared down at him. Was he serious or joking?
“I’m serious,” he said as if reading her thoughts. “Be my wife. Be Mrs. River Jordan.”
“Priscilla Jordan,” she whispered. “It has a nice ring to it.”
“Speaking of rings,” he said reaching for the drawer in the bedside table.
“No you did not!”
“Oh, I did. The minute I knew you were mine I asked Mom and Grandma to pick out a few for me. I like this one but if you want something different, let me know.”
He opened the dark red box and she gasped. The ring had a massive amethyst in the middle, surrounded by diamonds and pink sapphires.
“H-how? How did you know those were my favorite colors?” she whispered.
“I watched you. Every day. Purple sweaters, pink blouses. Purple sweaters over pink blouses. Pink purses. You definitely had a theme and damn if those colors didn’t make you more fucking sexy than you already are.”
“Oh, River,” she said putting the ring on her finger. “Thank you. Thank you for loving me, for watching over me, but more than anything for seeing me.”
“Easiest thing I’ve ever done, babe. Easiest.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
At the morning meeting, Priscilla and River sat in the front row. When two men walked in, Priscilla knew exactly who they were.
“Ho-lee cow,” she muttered.
“That’s us beautiful,” smiled Quinn, Finn following.
“I have never in my life seen three men look so much alike,” she gasped.
“Mom always had trouble telling the difference as well,” smiled Finn. “I’m Finnegan. The only way to know that is my left eye has a small ring of green around the blue.”
