My eyes follow Eric as he moves around the living room and heads to the kitchen before coming back toward me. Still stuck in the same spot. Jaw on the floor. I am cussing him out in my head. Screaming that he is a fucking bastard. Until he drops to one knee in front of me and my jaw quickly snaps shut.
Chapter 4
Eric
I’ve been patiently waiting for Jordan to catch up to me for years now. I think I was probably ready to marry the guy after our first year together, but I knew better than to push. If I have learnedanything about Jordan Bell, it’s that he needs to come to this kind of thing on his own. So I’ve had a ring tucked away at the very back of the highest cupboard in the kitchen.
I’ve also learned not to make a big deal of things. That are actually a big fucking deal. My Lashes is a flight risk after all. When he said those words, an astonished demand rather than a heartfelt question like he couldn’t quite believe what he said, my whole body tensed briefly. Thankfully my back was to him so I had a chance to recover from the shock I knew my face was showing. It’s been such a long, busy day and until that moment I was so ready to just go to bed. Now I feel like I've had a shot of adrenaline.
Not wanting to leave him standing there, thinking I just dismissed his proposal I hurry back and drop to one knee holding the ring open right in front of him.
“I bought this ring two years ago, I’ve known for a long time that I want to be your husband. I just had to wait for you to catch up.” His smile is blinding and I can see a twinkle in his eyes that reflect the emotion I'm feeling. “So, okay. Let's get married.”
Jordan probably would have had a panic attack if I had proposed to him before this moment. There is no way he would have even considered this level of commitment unless it was his idea, and I’m more than okay to go at his speed.
“I love you. Now while I’m down here, should I?” I wink nodding toward his half hard cock pressing against his pants, evaporating the sweet moment I may have created with that speech. Hislaugh is both watery and light as he nods his head before leaning down to kiss me.
I fumble with the ring box, throwing it to the side and managing to slide the ring onto his hand before standing up with Jordan in my arms. A very unsexy squeal leaves him as his feet leave the floor making me chuckle. Capturing his lips and swallowing his momentary shock, making a groan rumble in his chest.
I carry Jordan to the bedroom, our mouths fused in a passionate kiss. I know I will never get sick of making out with my fiance. Fuck I love how that sounds. Lowering his body to the mattress, I take a moment to take off my shirt.
“I hate that shirt so much, I think I’m going to frame it though” Jordan whispers, eyes ablaze with desire as more and more of my chest is exposed. Catching a glimpse of the ornate ring I choose on Jordan's finger gives me pause. It suits him perfectly. The band is covered in an intricate design with random diamonds dotted throughout. It's not the most expensive ring, not a well-known designer with a giant diamond, but it’s handmade specifically for Jordan. One of a kind just like him.
Jordan
Marriage is a big step I never thought I wanted, but just like with everything else Eric makes even the scary things in life thrilling. I’m overwhelmed, with love, with excitement, anticipation and need. I don’t have the patience that Eric does to slowly undo each button on his stupid shirt. I whip my shirt over my head and push down my pants and underwear, kicking them acrossthe room. I’m too needy to tease. Sitting up I grab Eric around the neck and pull his body down on top of me.
“Always so impatient, Lashes. Shouldn’t we savor this moment. Spend hours making love to celebrate?” Is he joking? He better be joking.
“Absolutely not. Get that dick out an fuck me how I like it” Thankfully he does just that.
THE END
