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It might only be forty degrees outside, but before I know it, we’re undressing each other with greedy hands. It’s like we can’t even help it. Can’t even calculate the pros and cons of doing this right here, outside, instead of waiting until we get back home and on an actual bed.
My cock is freed from my pants, and Carly’s ski suit and tight leggings and panties are off her body, and we’re wrapped up in one of the blankets, grinding against each other.
And I’m so close to sliding inside her, but that’s when realization hits me—I don’t have a fucking condom.
Shit.
“Now, Ryan,” she whimpers, wiggling her hips and trying her damnedest to push my aching cock inside her.
“We can’t,” I whisper and lean my forehead against hers on a groan.
“What? Why?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s fine. I’m on birth control, and it’s not even the right time of the month for me to get pregnant,” she pushes out on a ramble. “And you’re my fiancé. My man for life.”
Her fiancé.
Damn, that sounds so good.
“Are you sure?” I ask, and she nods maniacally.
“A million percent. Make love to your future wife, Ryan. Put your cock inside her right the F now.”
Well, hell. That solidifies it. I might be the kind of man who takes every precaution and tries to avoid any unplanned surprises, but this woman right here is going to be my wife.
She’s my whole fucking world.
I’m going to slide inside her, bare of anything, and I’m certainly going to enjoy every second of being skin-on-skin when her pussy clenches around me in climax.
With one deep thrust, I push inside her and watch as her eyes roll back from the intense sensation of it all.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispers.
“Fuck,” I mutter, and a raspy groan jumps from my throat. “I’m certain this is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole forty years of life.”
“We have to do this always, Ryan,” she whimpers. “All the freaking time.”
I slow down my pace and gaze into her eyes. “For the rest of our lives.”
“Promise?” she asks, and one tear slips down her cheek. I lean forward to kiss it away.
“I promise. You and me, sweetheart. Always and forever.”
The instant the words leave my lips, I’m certain it’s the easiest promise I’ve ever made in my life.
Because I’m going to spend the rest of my life making love to this beautiful woman.
Chasing her pleasure.
Giving her orgasms.
Showing her that she’s the only one for me.
Damn. How’d I get so lucky?
New York, NY, May 2nd, Monday
Carly
“Rise and shine, baby.” Ryan’s voice fills my ears, and I blink my eyes open to see him standing over me, fully dressed in one of his sleek suits.
“What time is it?”
“A little after eight.”
“That’s so early.” I groan. “Why are you waking me up?”
“Because it was either me or Stella, and I figured you’d rather I be the one to do it.”
I bury my head in my pillow. “Very true. But it’s still too early.”
The mattress shifts as he sits beside me, and I can’t not smile when he reaches out and brushes my hair out of my eyes. I don’t know what it is about Ryan’s touch, but man, it always has the power to turn me into a ball of pliant mush every time.
“How are you feeling this morning?” he asks and leans forward to press his lips to my forehead. For the past few days, I’ve been feeling a little under the weather, and my always cautious future-husband has a tendency to be a bit of a worrywart.
“I don’t feel bad. I just feel tired. And do you know why I feel tired? Because it’s too damn early.”
He chuckles at that. “Well, I know Stella has been hard at work for the last two hours making a big breakfast, so you’re probably not going to have a choice to sleep in.”
“Ugh. I swear, this is the last time we invite them to stay with us in New York,” I whine. “A trip to Chicago to stay with Willow can be their next big adventure away from Sunny Creek.”
He laughs, smirking down at me, and I stick my tongue out at him.
“My misery shouldn’t be this funny.”
“It’s not your misery, baby. It’s the fact that you’re really fucking adorable when you’re all whiny like this.”
“Maybe I need a spanking?” I question and waggle my brows.
He places a kiss to my lips. “I have to go, sweetheart. But I promise, later, I can certainly make that happen.”
I pout when he stands to his feet.
“Sound like a plan?”
“Yeah,” I mutter, still pouting.
“Love you, Carly.”
“Love you too, even though you’re leaving me with our crazy parents for the whole day.”
He chuckles at that, but it doesn’t deter him. A few moments later, my handsome, sexy-as-hell fiancé is out of our bedroom and heading to work.
