I had every intention of making her wait for it, but that word. Begging for me to bring her the relief she sought so badly. I moved back to her clit, sucking hard on the little bundle of nerves and inserting two fingers deep into her pussy. I pulsed my fingers in time with my mouth until her walls tightened around me. She screamed my name as her juices flooded my hand. I worked her through her tremors until she was boneless and spent.
“You taste so fucking good,” I said, moving to my feet and licking my fingers clean. “That’s two. And it’s only been thirty minutes. We have all night. I hope you’re ready to handle what you started.”
She sat up with a gleam in her eyes. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she looked me up and down. “Oh, I can handle it. Can you?” She ran her tongue around the tip of my painfully swollen dick before sealing her lips around me.
The warm, wet sensation that was her mouth nearly brought me right back to my knees. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I would survive this, but if she was my undoing, I would gladly pay that price.
* * *
Soft footsteps padded down the hall. I knew the smell ofbacon and fresh coffee would get her out of bed. I looked over my shoulder, and my pulse still quickened at the sight of her.
My Lydia.
Or at least I hoped so.
The day after Lydia and I made up, I called Luke. He, Wyatt, and I went around from jewelry store to jewelry store until I found the perfect ring. The white-gold band held a purple stone in the center with a crown of small diamonds along the top. It was a little nontraditional as far as engagement rings went, but Lydia wasn’t the traditional type.
That was almost a week ago, and I had been holding on to it ever since.
“Morning, beautiful.” I smiled.
“That smells delicious, but do you have to make it so early?”
She had been up all night last night working on her current PR campaign. After the local businesses had seen the results of her work for SD Ink, Lydia started getting calls to find out if she was taking on more clients. Her newest client, Jeannie Roston, owned Calla Bay Candies. The bright swirls of color were completely opposite to the aesthetic of SD Ink, but Lydia rocked it, like she always did.
“It’s the same time I start breakfast every morning.” I grinned at her surliness.
I made us both a plate while Lydia poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Want me to do something that might make you smile?” I asked.
“Yes, always. But can you give me ten minutes? Bacon doesn’t taste as good cold.” She winked.
I pulled the small black box from the back of the cabinetand dropped to one knee in front of her.
“Seb. Oh my God.” She covered her mouth with shaking hands, her gaze shining through misty eyes.
I took one hand in mine, needing a piece of her to hold on to.
“Lydia. I’ve told you before that you’re my world. My everything. My forever. I wasn’t kidding. I love you like I never thought possible. You are the strongest woman I know. You’ve lived through a lot of shitty things, more than you ever should have. But I want to be something that makes your future brighter, because that’s what you do for me. You make every day better. I waited eleven years to have you in my life again, and now that I do, I can’t imagine a day without you. Will you marry me?”
She was nodding her head before I got halfway through my speech.
“Yes. Yes, of course I will.” She pulled me to my feet, and I lifted her out of the chair. My hands came to the sides of her head, and I froze, just staring into her eyes. Mine. She was really going to be my wife.
Lydia crashed her lips into mine. I could feel the moisture from her tears on my cheeks.
“All the bad things in my life, Seb, you made them better. You make my life better. I love you.”
I knew from the moment we kissed in her childhood bedroom all those years ago that there was something different about Lydia. Through all my escapades—one-night stands, drunken hookups, and a revolving door of meaningless flings—no one made me feel even a fraction of the way I felt that night.
The shit that we had to go through and get through to behere, in this moment, seemed endless. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Every tragedy, heartbreak, and bad decision brought us together again, and this time, I wasn’t going to let her slip through my fingers.
I was just about to walk my fiancée back to the bedroom when I heard my phone buzz. And then another. And another.
“Do you need to get that?” Lydia asked, her lips brushing against mine.
I knew without even looking who it was. The guys’ group text was popping off because they knew that I was planning to propose today. They were either wishing me luck or seeing how it went. Either way, they could wait.
