“Deal,” Samantha says, her hand shooting out fast. We shake honey hands, and it’s weird but hot.
“Then kids,” I say, meaning it. “And we can spread them out.”
Sam laughs, and I join in. I can’t help myself as I lie between her legs.
“We need a family. I only want you. We will build a family. Together.” There is silence, and I look down at my girl. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too,” Sam says, her honey-covered hands now holding my butt cheeks.
I am getting hard again, and the liquid between us is sexy.
“Say yes,” I command her.
“You’re not even on a knee.”
I climb straight off her. Naked and completely covered in slick wet honey, I walk to my suit jacket.
After awkwardly sliding a hand in, I remove the classy old ring box, and I walk back. Samantha’s eyes grow big as she sits up. I kneel, and she sits above me, honey-covered in the warm sun.
I take her hand and look up with the amazing ring my mother had worn.
“Sam, will you marry me? And have one chateau, two dogs, and three children with me?”
Samantha giggles, and tears form. She nods and says, “Yes. Oh, yes.”
I slide the ring onto her honey-coated finger, and I stand. I step between her slick thighs, and we hold each other tight. We then weld ourselves to each other in the warm golden sun, and we kiss like there is no tomorrow.
The only thing is, for us,there is a tomorrow.
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SAMANTHA
Luckily, we lock on deals with the other two locations, and so far, we are on a roll. My life has turned around, and it has turned around fast.
And finally, after testing the concrete walls in the hotel to see if people could hear moans, groans, or screams and getting no complaints, we take things to a new level. And the crazy brute explores me like nobody’s business.
A week later, we decide to wrap things up in Austin.
We also decide to return home and regroup before we seek more locations to help.
Harrison has seen what I can do, and aim to do, and he wants to invest in the venture. And if I am cool with it, he will help me build out a team.
We will travel some, we will live at home some, and we will findbalance.
We flip a coin to see if we will keep and drive back my old sedan or if we will drive back in his fast cool Jaguar.
I win, and then I see Grumpy’s scowl. I decide we should goagain and do the best of three. We do, and he loses again. We decide to do the best of six. We draw, we both have three.
I finally let the hot grump decide.
We then gift my sedan to the sweet young woman who is cleaning our hotel room. After, we load up the back of the small fast Jaguar, and thank God, we both traveled light.
I have come to love both Austin and Texas, and the hot grump has too. We agree to return one day and spend far more time in the South, a place now deep in our hearts.
Now madly in love, we head north-east.
Instead of always being on the rush and go, go, go, Harry really is taking it easy. He is more relaxed and living in the now.
