“Damn. Look at this pussy, trying to suck me in further when I’m already in as far as I can go. Don’t worry, we’ll try ever angle until we discover just how deep I can get.”
Mav continues to thrust, gripping my hips so hard I am sure to be bruised tomorrow, but I’m feeling so much pleasure I don’t care at all. When he moves his two hands up to my breasts and starts tweaking my nipples, I know it’s only a matter of seconds before I come again.
“So close,” I breathe out, placing my hands over his as he squeezes my breasts. I slide one of his hands south and after a moment of him rubbing my clit, there I am again. Stars behind my eyes and a buzzing in my ears are the only indication my mind is still online, everything else is just sensation, just absolute ecstasy running through my veins.
“Love you so. Fucking. Much,” Mav calls out just before he spills inside me. His movements slow, but he doesn’t slip out. Instead, he pulls me back to rest against his chest and brushes my sweaty hair away from my face. “Gonna give you a minute or two to rest, then we’re going again.”
“Again?” I ask, feeling his still hard dick kick inside me. I’m sure my body is worn out, but I am too turned on to notice.
“I’ve been hard for you for two weeks, little flower. You okay making up for lost time?”
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I push my hips back against him and claim his mouth for a kiss, letting him know exactly how okay with that I am.
***
It took us a while, a long while, but Mav and I finally managed to leave the bedroom in time for lunch. There were a lot of smirks and knowing looks from the others around the table, but it was hard to be ashamed of the fact that everyone knew what we were up to when I was just so damn happy. I did, however, make a little promise to myself to try to be quieter, at least as much as I could. It’s hard not to shout when your body is receiving the best treatment of its entire life.
After lunch, we adjourned back into the bedroom, not making it down in time for dinner, so Mav packed up a couple of sandwiches and water bottles for our evening picnic. This time, he vowed that we would make it out of the house to stargaze, no matter how much I tried to coax him back into bed. I never imagined that I would ever be able to describe myself as insatiable, but that’s what I am with him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back inside?” I ask as we walk hand in hand out to the small hill. I peek over at Mav who insisted on carrying both the picnic basket and the blanket himself, and he shoots me a lovingly exasperated look.
“Trust me, little flower. Being inside with you is where I would happily spend the rest of my life,” he says, his eyes sparkling. “But that’s not exactly practical and this is important.”
“Okay,” I say, with a mock pout as I take the blanket from him and spread it out over the grass. “I guess we’ll just have to spend the whole day in bed tomorrow.”
Mav chuckles and helps me down on the blanket. “You’ll get no argument from me about that,” he says, opening the picnic basket and passing over a sandwich.
As we eat, we just stare at one another, enjoying the quiet sounds of nature and the beauty of the night sky. Every now and then, Mav will point out a constellation to me and he’ll tell me the myth that goes along with it. After he tells me the story of Andromeda and Perseus, the two lovers forever immortalized in the stars, he grabs a hold of my hand and peers into my eyes.
“A love like that is something I always wanted but never thought I would have,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “Not until you came along.”
I smile and nod. “I know what you mean,” I say, scooting closer to where he’s sitting. “I never thought I could have someone like you.” Cupping his face, I lean in and kiss the scars on his cheek. “You are the most amazing man I have ever known, Maverick Landry.”
He smiles and it’s brighter than any star in the sky. “Thank you, little flower. You are more than amazing. You see past what others don’t. You see the real me and I am so glad ofit that I can’t wait another moment without making you mine permanently,” he says, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket and kneeling up on one knee.
“I don’t have a lot of fancy words, the kinds of words that you deserve, but I love you, Violet. I will love you forever and I will do everything in my power to make sure you are always happy.” He opens the box to reveal a diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”
Moisture gathers in my eyes from all the happiness I am experiencing in this moment. “Of course I’ll marry you,” I say, launching myself at him and toppling him to the ground. “I love you.” I pepper his face with kisses until he rolls us over and he’s hovering above me.
After he’s slipped the ring on my finger, he leans down and takes my mouth in a passionate kiss. “I’m so glad we found each other.”
“Me too,” I tell him with a smile. I never would have thought that being a mail order bride would work out for me, but it has. My life has worked out in the most spectacular way possible, and it’s only the beginning.
Epilogue One
~Maverick~
The sun is shining in the clear blue sky and the weather is a beautiful sixty-five degrees. All in all, it’s the perfect day for a wedding, but even if it were storming out, it would still be perfect because any day is the perfect day to marry the woman I love. Violet agreeing to marry me made me the happiest man alive, and I’m about to be even happier as we make that promise a reality.
Right now, I’m standing under a flower arch on top of the same small hill I proposed on just last week. I can’t believe that the ladies of the house were able to throw together such a beautiful looking wedding so quickly, but as Violet told me yesterday, “never underestimate your family’s ability to want you to be less of a grump.” I know she was just sassing me, but I still went after her for the comment. If the way she screamed my name as she came was any indication though, she didn’t mind her punishment one bit.
As it happens, I have been much less grumpy lately, and that is definitely all Violet and just how completely happy she makes me. It might seem fast to anyone else, but I knew themoment I read her first message that she was the one for me, and now we get to make it official. If only she would get to the altar that is.
“Do you know what the holdup is?” I ask my brother, Sawyer who is standing next to me wearing a suit with an unfortunate spit up stain from his little one.
He shrugs a shoulder and bounces his little boy against his chest. “Brooks mentioned that Lacey’s morning sickness has been acting up, and I know she wouldn’t want to miss the ceremony.”
“Ah,” I say dumbly, nodding my head. Hopefully that’s Violet soon. Not the morning sickness part, but the pregnant part. Lord knows we’ve been doing our best to make it happen. I’ve been pumping my seed into her every chance I get, sometimes as much as four times a day. It’s any wonder how I get any work done or how Violet managed to find a job teaching yoga at the senior center. She starts next week after our weekend honeymoon to St. Louis to go get all of her things and move her in with the rest of us.
