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“Please, Josh, I can’t take it anymore.” She gasps as I increase the thrusts of my fingers, grinding my thumb down hard on her clit as soon as that ‘please’ left her mouth.
“Oh God, don’t stop, yes!” she screams as her core begins to spasm within seconds. Her inner muscles tighten around my fingers, squeezing them almost to the point of pain.
Removing my fingers, I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean, one at a time. Emily’s body shivers beneath me while she watches. As soon as I’ve finished, she pulls my face down to hers. Her tongue swirls around my own. Moaning into my mouth, she groans as I line my cock up with her entrance.
I break our kiss, about to seek her permission, when she tilts her hips up, drawing my cock into her pussy.
“Arghh, fuck, you’re so goddamn fucking perfect, Emmy. I never want to go a day without being buried inside you.”
“Well, you should probably put a ring on it then.” She laughs.
“Six o’clock tonight, babe, my ring will be on this dainty little finger of yours. My name will be yours. Everything I have will be yours,” I promise her.
“I just want you. Just give me you,” she whispers breathlessly as I start to slowly move.
“You’ve always had me, Emmy. I’ll be yours forever and more.”
* * *
“What doyou mean you’re getting married tonight?” Sam asks, downing the shot of whisky, which it’s still way too fucking early to be drinking.
“Exactly that. Six tonight. Judge Thomas’s office. If you don’t want to be there, you don’t have to be. I won’t lose any sleep if you’re not.”
“Of course, I’ll fucking be there. I’m just having a hard time believing she agreed to marrying you. Should I get her a shrink? I mean, you are both as fucking cr…” Sam cuts himself off and looks around the empty room before continuing in a whisper, “crazy as each other.”
The look of utter terror on his face as he whispered the singular word is hilarious. It’s hard to think that a six-foot-something man is scared of little ol’ Emmy. Don’t get me wrong, I won’t ever be underestimating her when she’s holding a gun ever fucking again. I can’t believe I didn’t know she was a little sniper.
“It was her idea. She asked me,” I say proudly. There was no begging on my part, although I was fully prepared to beg when I did get around to asking her. I wanted to give her the fairy-tale proposal. What is she going to tell our grandchildren when they ask about the details of her engagement, or what her wedding was like?
Fuck, can I go through with this rushed elopement, knowing I’m ripping her off when it comes to memories? Unless, I give her the memories. I can do that. I already have a ring. I’ve had it for a few weeks, waiting for the right moment to give it to her. No better time than the present, right?
“I’ve gotta go do something. Email me the place you found. I’ll go check it out later,” I tell Sam, before exiting the room.
“Do not go alone, Josh,” he yells after me.
I don’t bother answering him. He and I both know if I want to go alone, I fucking will. He’s pinged Jones’s IP address (from today’s grotesque email) to a new location. I fully intend to go and check it out. First, though, I need to give Emily the proposal she deserves.
I find Emily in our bedroom. I head straight for the wardrobe, where there is a little safe currently housing her engagement ring. Retrieving the ring, I walk out to her and take her Kindle from her hands; she glares at me while her fingers white-knuckle grip the device.
“Relax, Emmy, I’m just putting it down over here,” I say as I tug harder and place the e-reader on the other side of the bed.
“Come dance with me,” I say, holding out my hand, waiting for her.
“Dance? You want to dance? In here? There’s no music, Josh,” she says while taking my hand and standing up, despite her protest.
“Well, I can fix that. Hold on.” I pull out my phone and flick through a Spotify playlist I have, which I’ve filled with songs that remind me of her, finding the perfect song for this moment.
“I Get to Love You” by Ruelle plays softly while I take her in my arms. The words resonate with me. Loving Emily is the best thing I will ever do in my lifetime. It’s the only thing I’ve ever done with my complete heart and soul invested in the outcome.
“Emily, I don’t know what I ever did to get you. But whatever mistake God made when he gave me you, it’s too late now. I’m keeping you. There’re no takebacks happening here.” Leaning into her, I inhale her scent, gently kissing her forehead before continuing. I try to swallow the emotions so I can get everything out that I need to tell her.
“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my entire life. I know that I’m a lot to take at times. I know I’m far from being even remotely deserving of your love. But I promise I will try every day to be a better man, a man worthy of your time. I will do whatever I have to do to ensure that you know just how loved you are. I will cherish you. I will honour you. I will fucking worship you every day for the rest of my life.”
Letting go of her, I take the ring out of my pocket and hold it up to her finger. “Emily Livingston, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife, my partner in life, my queen?”
I wait for her response before I slide the ring onto her finger. Her eyes water as she brings her other hand up to her mouth. “Yes, however, I’m pissed you outdid my crappy little attempt at a proposal.”
I laugh. “Em, you proposing to me is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want you to have the kind of stories you can tell our grandchildren about. I don’t want to rip away the memories you should have.”
