“What are you doing?”
“Come here,” I said, my voice soft.
As if he were drawn to me by a rope, he stepped forward slowly until he was directly in front of me. “Whatisthis?” His voice was thick with disbelief.
“Micah,” I said, forcing myself to hold back the emotions that threatened to spill out and ruin my proposal. “You were my first best friend. You’ve been my support since the moment you returned to Port Grandlin. You took care of me when I was hurt.When we’re apart, I feel like a piece of me is missing. I love you so much. I want to take care of you when you need it, to support you through your work, to be here for you no matter what. Will you marry me?”
His eyes flooded with tears that threatened to fall as he nodded.
I opened the ring box slowly to give him the ring I’d selected, a silver band with a woodgrain-like pattern running through it.
“This is beautiful,” he whispered as I slipped it on his finger.
Once the ring was on, I rose to my feet and pulled him close to kiss him, slow and deep, taking my time to show him how much I loved him.
Micah broke the kiss, his soft brown eyes fixed on me. “How long have you been planning this?”
I shrugged and raised my eyebrows in an attempt to be coy. “A while.”
“Asher.”
“Two months.”
“Asher!”
I laughed and tightened my grip on him. “What?”
“Since before Christmas?”
With a quick kiss, I nodded. “I’ve been looking for the right opportunity.”
“And you chose tonight? The night we’re supposed to go to some sportsball thing at Jackson’s place?”
Another kiss. “I didn’t want to wait any longer.” I slid my fingers lower until I found the hem of his shirt. “We don’thaveto go, you know.”
He slapped my shoulder gently. “We said we’d be there.”
I moved my hand past the waistband of his jeans and boxer-briefs to skim the top of his bare ass. “I can text him and tell him we’ll be late.” I leaned in and nipped at his neck gently.
Micah groaned and I could tell I was winning by the way his body softened under my touch. I moved my hand around to the front of his jeans and unfastened the button. “Wesaidwe’d go,” he murmured weakly.
Moving my hand low enough to touch his cock, I gripped it and chuckled when his eyes fluttered closed and he let out another soft groan. “I don’t think you really want to go anymore,” I teased. “I think you want me to fuck you instead.”
He hissed and dropped his forehead to my shoulder as I ran my thumb over his slit. “I guess we can be a little late.”
I pulled my hand from his jeans and cupped his jaw, holding him close for a deep, slow kiss. “So what is it youreallywant to do?”
Micah let out a little whine. “Please fuck me.”
“Where?”
“Bedroom, kitchen, here, I really don’t care. I just want your cock in me as soon as possible.”
I groaned and nodded, yanking his Henley up and off before tossing it aside. His chest was bare and I ran my hands over it, reveling in the expanse of skin that I still couldn’t believe was all mine. “Hands on the sofa. Bend over.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, and did exactly as I said.
Once he was turned with his back to me, I worked his jeans down enough to expose his ass. One of the nice things about living together was that we didn’t have to worry about roommates finding anything, so I grabbed the bottle of lube I’d stashed in the drawer of the side table and poured some on my fingers. I spread it along his ass, Micah rocking back against my fingers as I worked him open. He spread his legs as far apart as he could manage and bent over at the waist, dropping his head between his shoulders.
