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As is my dick.
“Cain?” She whispers, voice husky with arousal.
“Marry me,” I order. Thankfully, she doesn’t point out that we already are, but instead throws her arms around me, eradicating the distance my rapidly diminishing self-control demanded I put between us for my sanity.
“Yes!” She shouts, and my last thought before she and I test how long we can go without air is that my mom was right.
She does know best.
Chapter Seven
Madelyn
April 24th…
“I don’t want to share you with them,” Cain pouts as we walk toward the restaurant.
“It’s our family and friends inside,” I remind him once we reach the doors. “And they’re throwing us an engagement party.”
“Fine,” he mumbles.
“Don’t be a baby.”
“You want to have my baby?” The frown is gone and he’s now grinning. More than likely eager to get started on making it, something we have discussed at great lengths. And I’m so glad he didn’t hear that phrase because I know where his dirty mind would’ve gone.
“You’re like a dog with a bone.” Shit, there I go again with the unintentional sexual innuendo. What is wrong with me?
“Yeah. Wanna see it?” He asks, wagging his brows and pushing against me, letting me feel what he’d rather be doing right now. I cup it instead of verbally answering and find myself being tossed over his shoulder. He pivots on his heel, intent on taking us back to the truck, but his dad barking his name has him pausing within feet of our getaway vehicle. “So close,” he groans as he sets me on my feet.
“Just a few hours, then we can go home and you can ravish me,” I promise. He and I had spoken this morning, both agreeing that we were ready to take that final step, and tonight would be the perfect time to do so. Up to this point, we’d been making out like teenagers, including him breaking my hymen with his fingers, neither of us wanting that pain to impede on our first time – together and individually.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he warns, glancing at his watch and marking the time. Knowing Cain, he’ll have our exit down to the second whether we walk out together or he carries me through the doors.
**Madelyn**
When we left the gathering, we were both worked up from all the little touches we’d been exchanging while we were there. So, once we’re far enough away from the town and within minutes of home, I attack his zipper, pulling his hard cock through the slit of his boxer briefs and licking the tip. His free hand threads through my hair, urging me to continue. Which I gladly do, enjoying my new treat.
“Focus, sweetheart,” I tell Cain, though it’s more of a mumble as my mouth is kinda full.
“I am,” he grits out, and I chuckle, making him groan. Though is it in pain or pleasure? Perhaps both. “Trust me, Madelyn, there is no room in my mind for anything else in this moment.”
“As sweet as that is,” I begin as I scoot back just the tiniest bit, “I’d really hate to crash while we’re in such precarious positions. That would not be fun to explain. We’d have to move.”
“Huh?” He asks in confusion, one hand gripping the steering wheel. I watch as the surprise registers when he realizes that himself. “I’m driving? Oh shit. I’m driving!” Logically, I know his brain was fully aware of this fact, but I’m not sure it actually registered. Thankfully, the dirt road is deserted and the truck knows it so well it could probably get us to our destination on its own.
We pick up speed as I see the lights surrounding our driveway, indicating we’re home, so I bend down to continue my ministrations, but Cain isn’t having it as we roll to a stop. He lifts me and unfastens my seat belt at the same time, then plops me on his lap. Having figured out his plan, and hoping for this outcome if I’m being honest, I grab the hem of my dress, raising it to my waist, and push my panties to the side just as he enters me.
It’s a quick coupling, yet no less satisfying as his palms land on my shoulders, pressing me down as he thrusts up. Our lovemaking is frantic, neither of us able to speak as we rush toward our respective orgasms, and when we reach them, I press my forehead to his and say, “I’m so glad we didn’t stay for dessert.”
Epilogue One
Cain
June 26th…
I’m standing at the front of the church, eyes glued to the arch as my soon-to-be-bride stands there, waiting for her cue. She glances at my dad and I see the bond they’ve formed, so strong its almost tangible.
Having lost her own when she was a baby, Madelyn has no memories of him. And, based upon what she’s shared of her stepfather, he doesn’t count in that capacity. She and my dad, however, clicked. He dotes on her, becoming the ultimate girl dad despite the fact she’s in her mid-twenties.
