I bark out a laugh of disbelief when he kneels in front of me in my dinky kitchen beside our fast-food trash still piled up on the counter. For some reason, it makes me pleased that he’s about to ask in such an imperfect way.
“I almost proposed to the wrong sister.” His throat bobs as he swallows hard and then kisses my belly. “The right one has been in front of me the whole time.”
I run my fingers through his curls that are chaotic today. “About time you worked that one out.”
“Better late than never.” He beams at me. “I’m going to hock that other ring. Pay for Buck’s college.”
We both chuckle. I’m lowkey relieved he isn’t recycling her ring for me. It was probably obnoxious and ostentatious. He opens the small box and reveals a modest engagement ring. It’s beautiful but not over-the-top. I love it.
“Will you marry me, honey? Tomorrow?”
I nod as I burst into giggles. “We’ll tell no one and get Chinese food after. Oh, and then ice cream.”
“Is that a yes?”
“That’s a hell yes.”
He slips the ring on my finger and then scoops me into his arms. I tilt my head back and grin as he carries me up the stairs two steps at a time, eager to get me to the bedroom.
Once in my room, he shuts the door with his foot, and then carefully sets me on the bed. I chew on my bottom lip as I watch him peel off his shirt. He’s cut from stone, every smooth muscle carefully created after years in the gym. I match his movements and pull off my top. Since my breasts never seem to stop growing, they spill over the top of my bra. I unhook it and toss it away.
His eyes darken and he grins wolfishly at me. “You’re fucking gorgeous, honey.”
“So are you.”
I watch as he unfastens his jeans. There’s something sexy in the hasty way he tries to get them off his body. That night we conceived Buck, we were clumsy and fueled by lust. Right now, even in his hurry to take off his clothes, we’re not rushed and driven by love.
This all seems surreal.
Tomorrow we’ll go to the courthouse, and I’ll marry this man I love.
I lie back on the bed, then shimmy out of my pants. My eyes remain on his hands as he shoves his boxers down. His cock is thick and veiny, pre-cum dripping from the tip. I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation. He grips onto my panties and then slides them off my legs, gaze burning with desire.
“Spread your legs, wifey.”
“Not your wife yet.”
“Whose baby’s inside of you?” he challenges, lips curling into a wicked grin. “Oh, that’s right. Mine. You’re both mine.”
I obey him, letting my knees fall apart. He kneels at the edge of the bed. I can’t see his head over my enormous belly. His breath is hot as he whispers how “damn sexy” I am against my pussy. This makes my clit throb with need.
“As long as I don’t blow inside you or do anything crazy, the baby will be safe,” he explains as he runs his nose along my slit.
I shiver. “How do you know this? Been researching?”
“Yup.”
“When?”
His tongue flicks out and he laps at the arousal leaking out of me. “Months ago.”
Heat flood through me knowing he’s being wanting this for a while. It makes two of us.
Rhett doesn’t bother with any more talking and instead makes promises with his tongue. I writhe and jolt with each swipe of his tongue over my clit. His fingers grip onto my thighs, spreading them even further. I whimper when his tongue presses inside of me. Such a strange, but wonderful sensation. As he licks my pussy to climax, I grab his crazy curly hair and beg for release.
The orgasm hits like a freight train. I shudder wildly as it takes hold of me. Finally being with Rhett fully like this and bound by love is more than I could hope for. It’s a dream come true.
“I want you on top,” he says as he stands and strokes his cock. His eyes are dilated and his mouth is wet with my arousal. I’ve never seen him looking so hot. Ever. “I don’t want to squash Buck.”
