Page 73 of Making His Bones

Elektra and I hit each other like magnets. I grabbed her ass and she grabbed mine.

I had to bend my knees to do it, so my erection was plastered directly over her pubic bone. I even lifted her, so she stood on tiptoes.

“Elektra,” I whispered, peppering her sweet lips with kisses. “Will you marry me?”

I was stunned by the swiftness of my own words, but I didn’t want to take them back.

No, quite the opposite.

I was a changed man since Elektra has walked into my future archery range with an FBI agent.

I would never be lonely again.

v

Elektra

I was prepared for sex but not for this.

I was all set to drop to my knees and take his silken, heavy cock out of his khakis. Inhale it down my throat. I’d stretched my throat just fine by now. But he really threw me a curve ball.

“What?” I whispered into his mouth.

Gray shook his head as though he’d been temporarily blinded. “What?” he echoed. “Oh, never mind. Let’s get back to business. Slushy’ll be all up in our grill in a second.”

And he tried to kiss me, but I moved my head to one side. I shoved him with my fingertips. “Wait, wait. Marry?”

“Did I say that?” he said lightly, dimples creasing.

Now I shoved him with my palms. “You sure as fuck did!”

His dimples vanished. “And it makes you mad?”

“Well, you acted like it was some throwaway question. Like will you marry me, oh just kidding, let’s fuck.”

“Did I?”

“You did.”

Gray pinched the wifebeater fabric over his abdomen, as he did when confused. “Well, I guess I surprised my own self. I mean, I was going to ask you, Elektra. Really. Just not in that way. I got carried away.”

I was still skeptical. “Carried away . . . with love?” I hoped.

He burst out. “Of course! No, carried away with lust. Carried away with the stock market. Carried away with Slushy’s scissors. No. Carried away with love, Elektra! I just felt a surge of love when I grabbed you, and it came spilling out. I don’t even have a ring yet.”

I felt coy. “We could look for one together.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Then . . . “

I made him suffer by waiting a few split seconds. Then I flung my arms open wide. “Of course, Gray!” I squeezed him to my chest, pure love flooding my soul. How had I been so lucky? A woman my age was aging out of the dating scene. Yet I’d landed a ripped hunk in the prime of his life. It would help, not detract from, my confidence to be married to a man ten years younger. Knowing there was something special about me that held him steady enraptured me.

Oh, his sandy, slippery hair beneath my palm! His pointed nose between my lips! And, when I finally settled my mouth onto his, the way he utterly gave himself up to me, his knees melting.

I had thought I would suck his cock, but we both lowered ourselves to the floor as one. We hit our knees facing each other like a statue. Gray lifted the hem of my Lacoste shirt, a fashion I’d returned to for airplane travel. I hesitated to slip his cut off of him, knowing one was never allowed to touch the cut, but I made an exception this time. Off it came, and I tossed it delicately aside.

Then back to being an animal.

“Oh Gray, I’m so passionately in love with you,” I muttered against his mouth, taking great pleasure in squeezing his bulging biceps. When I stripped him of his wifebeater and I wore only my push-up bra, it was a sensual pleasure to plaster our chests together. Since he’d stopped waxing his, a great little forest of soft hairs had grown to pepper his developed pecs. When I rubbed my boobs, the newly sprouted hair gave a wonderful friction that stiffened my nipples and sent arrows of lust shooting to my pussy. But soon he’d popped off my bra, flinging it mindlessly in the general direction where the cut had gone, and I was able to smear my tits against his, skin to skin.