He reaches a hand up, sliding it over the ring he just gave me. “Never,” he says against my ear.
His sweet declaration and the possessive way he grips my hand—it’s all too much, and I come seconds later, screaming his name. He follows right behind me, groaning as he empties himself into me.
When our breathing levels out, he kisses my temples and pulls out. A knowing smile spreads across his face as he starts to stuff himself into his pants and buckle his belt. “Don’t you dare think about cleaning yourself up. I want you leaking my cum all fucking night.”
I just shake my head. “There’s that dirty talk again.”
“Only for you, wife.”
Chapter Thirty-One
HOLLIS
I watch Presley from across the bar, laughing as she hands a drink to a guy in a pirate costume. He takes it and then leans over to hand her a twenty. As she takes it, he says something that makes her brow rise. She shakes her head and then flashes her left hand, that new diamond ring sparkling under the lights.
I knew it was the right one the moment the salesclerk pulled it out. Seeing it on her finger, though? Fucking perfection.
I finish mixing my rum and Coke, smiling as I see the disappointment on the guy’s face. He says something else, and Pres turns, points at me, and waves.
I wave back, and his face turns pale.
By the time I serve my customer, ring her up, and make my way over to my wife, the guy is already long gone.
“What was that all about?” I ask.
“Oh, he hit me with the good old, ‘Are you a witch? ’Cause you just put a spell on me.’”
“You have to hand it to him. It’s a classic.”
Pres and I get hit on at the bar almost every night. It’s an unfortunate part of the job. If I got jealous and broody over every guy who hit on her, we wouldn’t be able to work together. Plus,I know she can handle herself, and if she’s ever in a situation where she can’t, I’m right here.
“Yeah, so I flashed my sparkles and told him I was married, and then he had the audacity to say, ‘It’s Halloween. Want to pretend you’re not for a night?’”
“Bold.”
“That’s when I motioned to my very hot husband and said, ‘No thanks.’”
I grab a pint glass and walk over to the bar tap. “So you’re saying he was intimidated by my hotness?”
She shrugs. “You do look very hot. And intimidating.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Well, I am a vampire.”
“You guys are cute,” a woman at the bar says. She’s dressed as a mermaid with an iridescent shell bra and a bright red wig. Maybe Ariel? I don’t know. I didn’t exactly watch many Disney movies growing up. “How long have you been married?”
“Just a few months,” Presley answers with a shy smile. She eyes her engagement ring, and I practically beam with pride.
When I woke up this morning, I had no intention of proposing today. But after breakfast, while rearranging some of my things in the apartment, I found our marriage license.
It made me think of the day we told her parents we got married. They were so happy, yet a part of them was devastated that they missed the wedding.
They weren’t the only ones. We missed it too.
I want more than blurry tequila memories for my bride. I want photos on the wall that we can show our kids someday. I want to write vows I can recite to her year after year on our anniversary. And I want her to know that I would choose her again and again.
“Hey, Hollis!” Mel hollers over her shoulder as she pours a line of shots. “Can you grab some more triple sec from the back? I’m out over here.”
I give Pres a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be right back.”
