“I should’ve brought tissues. My bad,” I quip.
He sniffs in response and kisses me.
I pull away and show him the ring before I pluck it out and slide it onto his ring finger. It’s a little big because it’s hard to measure your boyfriend’s ring size in secret, so I just went big since his fingers are thick.
“We’ll get it resized,” I say. He looks down at the hammered gunmetal ring. “I thought it looked kind of like something a builder would like.”
Mike smiles and kisses me again. “It’s perfect. I love it.”
I shove the box back into my coat and wrap my arms around his neck. “Just so you know, I’ve told everyone, and they’re expecting us at Maggie’s Seafood. Dad made reservations.”
“Sounds perfect, baby.”
I tilt my head and give him a coy smile. “Also note that I’ve had our wedding planned since I was fifteen. It may involve purple tuxes, but I’d like to think my taste is more refined now.”
Mike throws back his head and laughs. “I should’ve known.” Then he raises a brow. “Purple tuxes?”
“Hello? I wasfifteen… It was my favorite color at the time.”
“We’ll plan it all together.”
Mike bends down and takes my lips in his and kisses me like it’s our first time. Like he’s pouring his body and soul into it with a lot of tongue and lip nibbling.
When we pull away, I see his lips are swollen, pink, and glistening. Then I picture other things, like sucking sexy dicks and fucking sexy holes.
“We should celebrate before dinner. We’ve got lots of time,” he says. I swear, my man’s a damn mind reader sometimes.
“Oh yeah? Does it involve tangled limbs in tangled sheets, writhing, sweaty bodies, aching jaws, and satiated holes?”
He chuckles. “It does indeed.”
“Race you!” I say as I take off running.
“Hey!” he laughs after me and starts running, too.
Of course, being a runner, I’m always faster.
Mike and I make it home in no time. As soon as the front door is slammed shut, we start yanking off our jackets and pulling at our clothes, flinging them into unknown corners of the house.
Naked, we lunge at each other, fingers digging eagerly into each other’s skin, hips thrusting as our mouths consume each other full of sloppy tongue in a hungry kiss. My cock is leaking and throbbing already, and I shudder when it rubs up against Mike’s hardness. We groan in unison at the friction, our mouths and bodies fused together.
“Need you,” he pants against my lips.
Before I know it, he pulls away, bends down, and grabs me by my thighs. Suddenly, I’m being tossed over his shoulder and carried into the living room.
“Whoa!” I gasp, my arms dangling like a fucking rag doll. I take the opportunity to admire his tight ass, and I may have slipped a finger along his crease.
He sets me on my feet when we reach the couch, then he grunts in irritation. “Dammit, I don’t want to dig around for the lube.”
I tilt my head and grin at him. “Like old times?”
Mike raises a brow.
“You know, when we first frotted in your truck during the drive-in movie.”
His crooked grin soon matches mine. “How could I forget that night? And what a night it was.” He laughs. “Still have no idea what that fucking movie was about.”
I snort. “Apes.”
