Suddenly, Forest drops to one knee and reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and he holds up a black velvet box. “Step Fourteen.” Opening the box to reveal a gorgeous emerald-cut diamond ring that likely cost him a fortune, he says, “Autumn Fischer, I want to spend the rest of my life tearingmy hair out and stuffing a swear jar to the brim with you. Will you marry me?”
Though I’m ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure of the answer, considering he already has a ring, I still want his reassurance when I say, “This isn’t the olden days. We don’t have to get married because I’m pregnant.”
Forest takes my hand, slowly sliding the weighty ring onto my left ring finger. “I want to marry you because I love everything about you, from the way you tease me and drive me wild, to the way you love my kids and, somehow, see something worthwhile in me, to the way you carry yourself and take shit from no one, least of all me. Headstrong and vivacious, you light me up and any room wherever you go. Every minute without you being mine is another dagger to my heart. I can’t go another day without you and those stunning eyes of yours shining down on me, nor wake up another morning without you in my arms.” He drops a kiss onto my ring, like a medieval knight bowing to kiss a queen’s hand, before he rises and pulls me closer. Tipping my chin up, he says, “Because you’re my angel, and I’m your man, forever, if you’ll have me. Marry me.”
“On one condition,” I murmur, tears flowing faster down my face. I kick off my slippers and roll up on my toes.
“Name it,” he says, holding his breath.
“You give me back all the slippers you stole.”
With a guilty expression, Forest groans, “Deal,” then seals his lips to mine.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Forest
I did it. I almost can’t believe it, but I did it. I won Autumn back, for good this time, and I’ll never go another day without being awed that she’s given me this opportunity to prove I’m the man for her.
“I love you so much,” I pant against her plush lips as we tear each other’s clothes off. I’ve been without her for so long that I’m dizzied by the sheer relief to have her in my arms again. “I’ll love you for the rest of my life, angel.” I lift her with my hands on her ass, loving how she hooks her lithe legs around my waist—so much so that I can’t wait until we make it back to our bedroom before I thrust my steely hard cock inside her. “Sorry, sorry!” I say when she tenses and gasps.
“No! I can’t wait!” Autumn locks her ankles behind me and forcefully yanks me forward so that I’m buried fully within her.
I lose my balance, and I’m just in time to throw my hand out against the dresser before we crash into it. I sit Autumn onthe edge, and she once again yanks me closer, her hands all over my face as she slides her tongue in my mouth.
I grunt and hike one of her knees over my elbow, then roll my hips, thrusting harder inside her, making the dresser bang against the wall. “Fuck, angel. I meant to take my time and get my mouth on you before we got here.”
“Later,” she says, throwing her head back, turning it when I kiss my way to the corner of her jaw. “After we cum.”
I shiver and flex my thighs, so I don’t immediately fire off inside her. I whisper in her ear, “You want another creampie?”
She hums a yes. “Don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes, I do. I’m starving.”
“Forest! Hurry!” Autumn claws at my back as she squeezes her pussy around me, rocking her hips to meet mine, thrust for thrust, as much as she’s able to. “Give it to me, baby.”
I’m almost sobbing with pleasure as she works my cock. Beads of sweat roll down my spine with the exertion of making love to my pregnant fiancée at such a feral pace. I want her to cum before I do, but the simple erotic thought of eating her out after I cum inside her has me snapping my hips faster and flooding her pussy without warning.
I yank myself out of her with a deep groan of satisfaction and drop to my knees, my wet cock swinging and slapping the middle of my thigh. Grabbing her ankles, I place her bare feet on my shoulders, then flip my wrist up to shove two fingers inside her leaking pussy. I bury my face between her thighs and eat her like she’s my last meal. Her stomach caves as she gasps and moans wildly while I suck on her clit, and her toes curl on my shoulders as I drive her closer to orgasm, fucking my cum deeper with my fingers.
“Yes, yes—oh, baby, yes!” Autumn takes one last gasping breath before she gushes her release all over my face.
I don’t stop eating her and cleaning up our mess until her feet slipoff my shoulders.
“Forest, my god,” she says, her breasts heaving with each hard breath she takes. “That was insane.”
“I’m not through with you yet.” I surge up and pull her off the dresser, then take her down to the floor to lay her on the ivory faux-fur area rug. Getting snug between her reddened thighs, I tell her, “I’m going to have you every which way you allow me to. We have all night.” There’s a pinch to her brows, though, that has me bracing my elbows on the carpet to lift myself a few inches. “What’s wrong? Did I put too much weight on your stomach?”
“No.” She reaches for me, sliding her hands up and down my back as she presses her raised knees against my ribs. “It’s just… I want to see the kids.”
I check the tortoise-shaped clock sitting on the bookshelf. “Give me one more hour, then we can go.”
“They might already be asleep by then,” Autumn says, narrowing her eyes, daring me to object.
I smile and lightly push the hair back from her forehead and beautiful, rosy cheeks. “My, my, look who’s turned into quite the Mama Bear.”
She groans and tugs on my ass with her heels. “You just had to go and say that.”
