Cuddling.
We don’t usually do this, don’t usually have the time. And I’ve never really been one who had the inclination to do it either, but I like this.
A hell of a lot.
“Every fucking moment I’m with you, Millie, is heaven. Having you here in Thunder Rock, not having to drive back to Raleigh every few days, is just goddamn icing on the cake.”
I’d planned on doing it differently. Maybe attempt something romantic, like a ride to the mountains or a nice dinner, some shit like that. What I hadn’t planned on doing was asking her right here in bed after a great fuck, my cum still inside her.
Seems like as good a time as any, though.
Reaching across to the nightstand, I open the drawer and reach inside. There is a velvet box tucked in the front corner. I flip the lid and tug the ring out. Its metal is cool to the touch, and I’ve looked at it so many times that I have every ridge and smooth surface memorized.
Without a word, I slip it on her ring finger. She gasps before she says anything. Then she crawls on top of me, straddling me as she places both palms on the center of my chest, her chin dipped and her eyes focused on mine.
“Axton,” she exhales. “Are you asking me a question without actually asking?”
I snort. “I’ve loved you for almost thirteen years,” I begin. “I thought I lost you once, and I was a fucking fool. I never want to be that kind of fool again. You’re in my bed, living in my house, you’re my old lady, but you’re not my wife yet. Will you marry me?”
Her eyes fill with unshed tears as she stares down at me. She shakes her head before she cups my cheeks. “Axton Colter, I cannot believe you’re asking me to marry you,” she whispers.
“Marry me. Have my babies.”
“Yes,” she exhales. “Not just yes, buta million timesyes.”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her torso against mine. She falls softly, touching her lips to mine. Lifting my hand, I grip the strands of her hair, holding her still so she can’t attempt to deepen the kiss.
I have one more thing I need to say to her. Gently guiding her head back, I search her gaze before my lips curve up into a smile. I can’t fucking help myself. Every time I look into her eyes, I can’t help but smile. Honest to fuck, the past two and a half years, I haven’t been able to wipe the smile off my lips.
“I love you, Millie.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, her eyes dancing as she looks down at me. “I love you more than I could ever begin to imagine trying to describe, Axton. Not only are you my dream, but this is also my wildest dream come true. I’ll marry you—any time, anywhere.”
And that’s that.
I don’t just have an old lady anymore. I have a fiancée. And now, I’m going to fuck said fiancée. She must have the same thought, because her eyes glitter as they search mine. Then she shifts her face closer, and I feel her lips press against my own.
Rolling us over so that Millie is on her back, I fuck my fiancée.
And in a few months, I’ll fuck my wife.
I never thought I would have an old lady, let alone a wife. But now, I don’t think I could imagine my world without Millie. She is everything good in this life, and I aim to keep her—always.
And maybe this is her wildest dream come true, but it’s every fantasy I’ve ever imagined come to life, and I am holding on with both hands, never letting go.
Not fucking ever.
