“Say something,” I murmur, voice cracking.
“They’re going to kiss again,” Ruthie tattles and then giggles.
“Ewww,” Layla groans. “Boys are gross.”
“I’m not gross,” I say, unable to keep from arguing with the kid. “Right, Ma?”
“Handsomest boy I’ve ever known. Besides your father of course.”
I snort and turn my attention back to Clara. “I love you. More than anything or anyone in my entire life. This thing between us was written in the stars. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you.”
Clara’s eyes water. “I knew it too. That’s why I was so pissed you left us. Left me.”
“I’m sorry.” I rest my forehead to hers. “I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness—”
“I forgive you,” she blurts out and then presses her lips to mine.
“On that note, we’re out of here,” Dad grumbles as if he’s annoyed.
He squeezes my shoulder on his way past us. I swear I hear him say, “That’s my boy.” When it’s quiet again and it’s just the two of us, I break from our kiss to grin at her.
“I have a question for you,” I say as I shove my hand into my coat pocket. “There’s only one answer I’ll accept.”
She gasps when I drop to one knee. “Eric!”
“Nope. Not the word I was looking for.”
Her head shakes back and forth as if she can’t believe what’s happening. Since I haven’t asked the question yet, I don’t accept that as an answer. Finally, I pop open the small jewelry box. I bought it the day after the blowout. James helped me pick it out.
“Will you marry me? You’re already my soulmate. I want you to be my wife, too, sass.”
A sob escapes her and then she blurts out what I want to hear. “Yes!”
If she says anything else, I don’t hear her because I’m too busy kissing the love of my life.
“Beg me to fill you up,” I growl as I piston my hips.
I’ll never get tired of being deep inside this stunning woman. She whimpers and shudders, close to orgasm.
“Please,” she says with a moan. “Fill me up.”
“Why do you want to be filled up? Hmm?”
“Because it’s hot?”
I nip at her neck until she cries out. “Wrong answer. You know what I like to hear.”
My hand slides down to her clit and I punish it until she’s thrashing in ecstacy. Her pussy squeezes my cock as she comes. I fuck her harder, rougher.
“Say it,” I command. “Be a good girl or Santa isn’t bringing you shit.”
Her fingers thread into my hair and she tugs. Our eyes meet. Hers are filled with fire. I’m sure mine are the same.
“I want your baby inside me. Get me pregnant.”
My entire body thrums with pleasure. I’m going to grant her that wish. Our parents are going to be grandparents before they know it.
I come with a grunt, my cock throbbing out thick ribbons of cum that coat her insides. We’ve fucked twice since I proposed.Once in the car on the side of the road on our way home. It was too damn hard to wait a few more minutes.
