“You love to feel me inside you, don’t you? Long and hard or soft and slow doesn’t matter as long as I’m feeding your greedy hole.”
“Yes.” It was getting hard to focus on his words. He kept aiming his dick at the target, hitting it right in the bullseye with every thrust home. His thrusts got longer and harder and I began to claw at his back.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Liam.” I did as he asked. “Do you want to feel me like this forever?” My head felt so heavy on my shoulders, but I found a way to nod. “I need to hear the words.”
“Yes, Jack.”
“Say you’ll be mine forever.” Jack lifted my legs higher up his torso and dug his knees into the mattress, fucking into me at a furious pace. My eyes started to close again as my orgasm loomed near. “Open them.”
“Yes.” I answered both his question and his demand. I reached between our bodies to stroke my cock, my need to orgasm became painful.
“Marry me, Liam.”
“Yes.” I realized what he had just said – not asked - and my response. My eyes widened and my hand stilled on my cock. Jack grinned wickedly at me and began to pound into me with a renewed purpose. He nailed my prostate one more time and I came all over my stomach.
“Mine now.” Jack growled with possessive glee as he rode out his orgasm, never taking his eyes off of mine – not even when he came. Jack collapsed on top of me when the last waves of his climax faded.
“Wait a minute,” I said out loud, needing to clarify what just happened.
“Nope.” Jack raised his head to look at me. “You said yes and there’s no taking it back.”
“So, you really asked me to marry you?” A touch of disbelief had creeped into my voice. The wry smile that spread across his face told me I had not imagined his proposal of sorts.
“I didn’taskyou to marry me, Itoldyou to marry me.”
“During sex? I can’t be responsible for what I say during sex.” I narrowed my eyes at him like I was none too pleased, but my heart pumped a lot harder than it did during any orgasm.
“You told me yes and I’m holding you to it.” There was not an ounce of apology in his arrogant gaze.
“Jack, what am I supposed to tell people when they ask how you proposed?” I playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Do you really want me to tell them how youtoldme to marry you at the same time you were pounding my prostate like a prized fighter on fight night?” Jack’s big body shook with mirth before the laughter burst from his chest. “I’m being serious, buster.”
“Buster?” That only made him laugh harder which made me laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Beneath the laughter and disbelief, was a whole lot of happy though. This beautiful man wanted to share his life with me and I was honored that he asked me – told me - even if the way he asked was highly inappropriate and scandalous.
“Seriously, babe. You need to do it proper so I can have a story to tell. It doesn’t have to be storybook quality, just G rated.”
“Okay,” he agreed after much laughter. He slowly pulled out of my body and kneeled beside the bed. “Liam…”
“Seriously? You’re going to ask me to marry you while your spunk is dripping out of my ass and I’m coated in my own? The only person who will find this remotely appropriate is Gram.” I shook the bed I was laughing so damn hard. “I’d rather tell the fuck proposal over the spunk proposal.” Jack laid his head on the edge of the bed and laughed along with me. “You’re going to have to try this again and do it proper.” I tried for an arrogant, upper crust tone, but it only made us laugh harder.
“Okay,” he said rising to his feet, “let me think up a more romantic proposal and I’ll get back to you.”
“When?” I wanted to tell the world I belonged to him, just not how it came to be.
Jack shrugged his shoulders and scratched his head. “This is the best I could come up with after two weeks so you might be waiting a while.”
“Two weeks? You’ve been wanting to ask me to marry you for two weeks?” My voice rose along with my surprise.
“Longer really, but that was when I asked your folks for their blessing to ask you.” He looked embarrassed that he hadn’t come up with something better, but I was stuck on the fact that he asked my parents for my hand. How fucking cute was that?
“Thanksgiving,” I said, lightbulbs snapping on in my brain. “That’s what all that sneaking and secrecy was about and why you didn’t want to discuss it. Hell, I thought you were plotting Christmas presents.” I sat up and cupped his face with my hands. “Fuck a serious or romantic proposal.” Jack raised his brows because that’s kind of what he did. “Yes, Jack Murphy, I will marry you.”
I kissed him then. Regardless if he told me during or post orgasm, he told me to marry him. The answer would always be yes, no matter when or how he asked me. I didn’t need a fancy, romantic proposal from him. I just needed it to be real and real is what he gave me.
The next morning Jack brought us breakfast in bed on an antique silver tray. He set the tray on the bedside table and lifted the stainless dome off one of the plates to reveal Belgium waffles with fresh strawberries, crispy bacon, and fluffy scrambled eggs. In addition to the food, there was a carafe of coffee and two glasses of orange juice.
“Marry me, Ace.”
Tears filled my eyes, because he was giving me a proposal I could talk about. I thought I couldn’t love him more, but I was wrong. I was learning every day that there was no limit on my capacity to love this man. Every day my heart expanded more and my love for him grew. I could search for the rest of my days and never find another who made me feel as loved as he did. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t tease him a little.
