“No need to say anything.” I lift her up into my arms. “You deserve everything and I plan to give it to you.”
Her legs wrap around my waist as her lips press against mine again and again. I wasn’t planning a proposal, but I believe in moments, and right now, this moment feels perfect.
With her still in my arms, I lean down and pick a flower and wrap the stem into a ring. “Angel, I want to give you everything. I want you here with me, building a home, having mybabies, and being my wife. I know this isn’t an official ring, but I’ll get you one.”
She shakes her head back and forth quickly, tears falling down her cheek as though she’s in disbelief. “I love it.”
“Great,” I say, setting her back on the ground before bending to my knee, “because I have a question to ask.” I clear my throat and stare up at my girl. The sweet beauty with dark hair and the softest touch. “Ellie, the second I met you, I knew you were someone special, and I knew that life wasn’t going to be the same again. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re caring, and your heart speaks to mine in a way no one else ever has. I knew when we separated for that year, forgetting you would be impossible. And even if I never ran into you again, I would spend every day for the rest of my life thinking about you, fantasizing about you, wanting you.”
I hold her hand in mine as a gentle breeze ruffles lavender between us. “I know this path will be strained at times, and I know we won’t be as accepted as we both wish we were, but I need you. My beautiful, sweet, little angel, I need you. Will you marry me?” I hold the ring flower up waiting for her answer, my stomach tight.
Her smile widens, her tears fall harder, and she barrels into my chest, kissing my lips softly as I slide the stemmed ring onto her finger. “Yes, yes, yes!”
We fall onto the ground in the field of flowers, the scent of lavender surrounding us as she lays her curved body on top of mine.
For the first time, I’m not thinking about what comes next or what could go wrong. I’m just here, staring at my sweet angel, her pretty face framed by sunlight and wildflowers, under a sky that finally feels big enough for our love.
Epilogue
Ellie
Two Years Later
My breathing slows as I stare at my giant, his big, inked biceps flexing as he flips a burger on the grill. I always imagined days like today. Days when our family and friends would gather at our home to celebrate some milestone in our lives. Days when we could share the joy we feel inside.
Silas glances over his shoulder, catching me watching him. His dark eyes drag over me slowly, sending a warm flush up my neck.
“Do you need that ass spanked?” he grumbles playfully as the grill sizzles. “You can’t be eyeing me like that. We’ve got a house full of people showing up any minute.”
I bite back a grin. “I think we could race them. I’m quick these days.” I rest my palm over my expanded belly that’s hidden beneath my sundress. “These hormones are insane. Plus, I’m pretty sure your job is to keep me satisfied right now.”
A laugh escapes him. “Is that right?”
“That’s right.” I grin and brush up against him like a touch-starved feline. “So… what do you say?”
He glances through the patio doors toward the front of the house, as though he’s gauging how much time we have before people start piling in.
“Come on,” I moan, stroking his hard cock through his jeans. “I’m soaking wet for you, sir. Ireallyneed to be stretched wide, or I won’t be able to focus today.”
His jaw tightens as he growls low, grips me by the arm, and bends me over the back of the patio chair. “You’re trouble.”
I bite back a grin, my heart pounding. “Then teach me my lesson.”
Another low growl escapes as he flips up the bottom of my dress, unzips his jeans, and pushes inside me with a guttural moan. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good, angel.”
The ice in the pitcher of lemonade cracks, and the patio umbrella flaps lightly as my giant pounds into me over and over again.
I live for these moments.
My swollen tits pour from the top of my sundress and hang in the wind, my nipples growing harder with each passing second.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You better get yours, baby girl. I’m not going to last long.”
I love when he gets like this.Eager, reckless, desperate, like he can’t look at my pussy without coming.
“Race you,” I pant, tipping up onto my toes. “Winner gets to name the baby.”
His laugh is deep and amused. “You’ll lose.”
