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“Can we fuck on your couch first?”
“Duh.”
We gasp and fall down next to each other, panting and waiting for our breath to return. We’re staring up at the living room ceiling spread out like deflated balloon animals.
“I can’t think of another way to fuck you.”
“We could always start at the top of the list again.” Her eyes flash at me, and my depraved, perfect girl fills my heart. I haul her to me. I’ll never get enough time to hold her. We’ll be apart while she works this summer, and I’ll fly back and forth creating my company. We’re rebranding. Round Table Media sounded better than being saddled with my last name. Dax has agreed to join the company, writing copy, and helping build the print publishing end of it all. Mak’s transferring to a school in Boston, for real this time, next year if I promise not to help. But she doesn’t know that I’ll move my whole fucking operation to Reno in the blink of an eye if she decides to stay there. The text came in this morning that Dad’s retiring, and I’m proud of him. He cited my girl for crystalizing what Dax and I have been saying for years. Always bet on Mak.
She kisses my nose and caresses my fatigued dick.
I buck into her hand and speak for my cock. “Yeah, he’s got nothing. You can try if you like, but I’m not hopeful.”
“He feels cozy and nice.”
“You’re insane.” I kiss her. “In only the best ways. You can hold it 24/7 if you like, but it might get weird at meetings.”
“If you only ever do video meetings then I can hold it all the time. But the distance is going to kill me, I think.”
“We’ve done it for a year, we can certainly handle a measly couple of months. And now I’m allowed to fly to you and fuck you whenever I like.”
“You think so, do you?”
“Hmm. What should we do with the rest of the week? The beach, but it’s got that Vineyard chill tonight. We have this warm cozy fire that we’ve already done it in front of for days on end, but what should we do? Movie?”
She laughs.
“Quick game of Ringolevio?”
She sits up and leans over to me. Her long dark hair falls straight over her face. The light is perfect, between the fire and the summer sunset outside. I know we only have a couple more days before my parents reclaim their house. But right now, the world belongs to Makenzie Preston. She owns me. And if I’m honest, she has since that witch answered the damn dorm phone.
I tuck her hair off her face.
“Dodgeball, build a sandcastle, paint the fence, open a deli? World’s your oyster today. What do you want to do?” I say to this most beautiful girl.
“Get married.”
My heart and brain freeze like I chugged a cherry Slurpee.
She straddles me and cups my cheek. I’m a little distracted by the breasts now dangling before me, but I close my eyes hard and refocus. When I open them, she’s smirking. “Baby, I don’t want your money, and I sure as hell don’t want your company or your job. I’ll happily sign whatever lawyers say. I can’t afford one, so I’ll get a terrible deal in the prenup.”
I sit up and lean against the couch collecting her onto my lap. Can’t help it, I take her breasts in my hands and kiss each nipple. Then I let go and look at her again, trying to not suck her spectacular tits. “I’m putting these in the prenup, so if we break up, I get visitation rights.”
“I’m serious, Tony.”
“I get it. You want to lock this shit down. Chain it up, lay claim to all of this. My condition is that I keep the boobs in the maybe divorce.” I glide my hands down my torso, and she sputter laughs. Like she’s surprised she found something suddenly so funny. It’s my favorite of the Makenzie laughs.
She takes my hand. “Marry me. I know you won’t ask, and if you do it will be long from now, and that doesn’t work for me.”
Then she leans over and kisses me, and my heart breaks so wide open, letting in all the light and sun in the world. As her lips leave mine, it closes around us, and I’m afraid of nothing in this life except being without her.
I kiss her neck. “Fine. Let’s take the week off to celebrate our engagement.”
She says, “You know I don’t have time off from work, right?”
“You know you don’t have to work, right?” She smacks me on my chest, leaving a red mark. “Oooh. New territory! We could always explore that.”
“After the wedding. And I’m paying off my loans and contributing to our finances.” I kiss her deeply, and she sinks into me.
