Page 100 of Silver Brewer

“In my jeans.”

“Get it.” She crawls to her pants, and my gaze follows her. I lick my lips, watching her ass in the air. She pulls the ring from her pants. “Set it on the fireplace edge.”

Her brows pinch, but she turns on her knees and does as I ask. After placing the circular band on the concrete ledge, I crawl up behind her, and she stills when my hand rubs down her spine.

“Giant?” she questions.

“Stay just like this.” She nods without looking back at me, and I rise to quickly undress. When I kneel again, behind her, I unhook her bra, allowing the material to fall down her arms, then cup both breasts. I tug her back to me, up on my lap, against my thighs. I nip her neck like I did earlier. Hard. And her back arches as she hisses my name. She presses her breasts into my eager hands while the back of her head lands on my shoulder.

“Don’t ever take my choice from me again,” I whisper into her ear as my nose traces up her neck. “Never take yourself from me again.”

“Okay,” she yelps as I bite her again.

“Shhh. We don’t want to wake Finn until I’m finished.”

“He’s almost ten months and sleeps for several hours.”

“Hours?” I tease. “Won’t be enough time. I need days. Months. Years.”

I squeeze both her breasts, tugging them forward to pull her nipples to tight peaks. I twist the firm nubs, and she whimpers, bucking back at me, my bare dick hitting the seam of her covered ass.

“Lean forward. Hands on the edge.” She does as I say, placing her hands flat on the stone ledge. She’s on her knees, and I slip mine under hers, so she straddles me. With one fierce rip, I tear the material of her cotton undies down the middle, tugging them to the sides to free her two globes of perfection. I cup them each, lifting her a little to bring my hard length against her center.

“So wet,” I hiss as my tip brushes her core. I flinch at the connection. We’re hot, wanting, ready. She kneels upward, positioning me at her entrance and then slams down, drawing me into her. We both let out a loud groan, and I cover her mouth with my hand while pressing my head into her shoulder. She stills to hold me in her depths. I’ve never felt this before. Not like this. Only with her.

“I love you, Letty.” I speak low and deliberate at her ear. “Don’t ever take that from me again.”

“I love you, too, Giant. So, so much, and I’m so sorry. I was scared you wouldn’t want what I want.”

“The only thing I want in my life is you.” My hands come to her hips, and I lift her forward and then tug her back down on me. Her hands balance her, and I repeat the motion until we form a rhythm. She bounces over me, up and down, up and down, and I watch as I disappear into her. My hand snakes around her hip, finding her clit and flicking at it. “This will be fast and hard, Letty, but next round, I’m taking my time. This is the punishment. Round two, I’ll forgive you.”

“Punish me,” she whispers, and I take control, rubbing her clit and guiding her with one hand on her hip. We’re sweating and sliding, skin slapping and suction sounds, and then she hums, and I slam her down on me, holding her still as she clenches around me, milking me hard, as I release months of pent-up frustration and desire.

“I love you,” I repeat into her shoulder, my mouth open and sucking at her salty skin. While I’m still inside her, I reach for my T-shirt behind me and slip it under her. It’s going to be a mess when I pull out. She giggles as I release her, but I hold her hip as I reach for my jeans next. I dig in the pocket and then place something next to her ring for me on the stones.

“Giant,” she whispers.

“I had it back on Valentine’s Day. Cliché, I know, and then you were so sick. I wanted it to be a good memory for you and me, but nothing is going to top you getting on one knee in my yard and asking me to marry you. So maybe we can promise that from this day forward, we’ll do things together.”

I reach around her while she still kneels naked before me, and I pick up the ring I placed next to hers.

“I didn’t say yes earlier because I wanted us to say yes together, Letty. It’s always been yes for me.”

“Giant. I…I’m so…Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

She chuckles, and I realize it isn’t exactly what I said. “Yes,” she says. “Yes, it’s what you said, and what I say. Yes. To us. To all of us.” She spins without taking the ring and cups my face, giving my lips a tender kiss of acceptance. When she pulls back, she reaches for her ring for me and holds it up.

“Together.”

“Love and marriage. A baby and happily ever after, Cricket.”

We slip the rings on each other, and I like the look of hers on me. A black titanium band sized large enough to fit my big finger. Hers is a sparkling solitaire diamond on a silver band.

“It fits,” she says as I squeeze my hand and then flatten my palm.

“You fit me best,” I say, surprised at the comfort and the feel of the ring. I look up at her and bring her lips to mine with a hand on her jaw. As I kiss her, relief washes over me. She’s going to be mine. No more leaving. No more distance. All mine, all the time.