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“That’s not what I’m worried about. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. We have a wedding to plan," I remind him.
“Oh, yeah.”
He moves to stand, and I push back down on his shoulders.
“Don’t move! What are you doing?”
“I need to fix something. I’ll be right back.”
He slips past me, and I hover anxiously at the bottom of the stairs for a minute. When he doesn’t reappear, I get worried and jog up the stairs.
We almost run into each other at the top, and he grabs me, smiling down at me.
“I figured that you would be right behind me,” he says as he threads his fingers with mine and leads me into our bedroom.
He sits down on the bed, pulling me down until I’m sitting next to him. There’s something in his hands, and he flips it over and over between his fingers.
I glance at him, and he smiles.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers, and I smile at him. “I love you. I love your body, your brain, your sense of humor. I wish things had been different when we were younger, and that we hadn’t wasted so much time, but now that you’re here with me, I need to make it official.”
He drops down to one knee before me, and I gasp, my hands flying to cover my mouth as tears sting my eyes.
“Dillon, you already said yes, and I’m not going to give you the option to turn me down. I’ve had this ring since I was eighteen. I bought it with my first paycheck from the military because I knew I would need it for you someday, and I wanted to be ready.”
He flips open the ring box, and the tears spill onto my cheeks. I laugh, smiling as I cry and nod down at him.
“This belongs on your finger,” he says, taking out the princess-cut diamond and sliding it onto my ring finger.
It fits perfectly, and I marvel down as it sparkles in the setting sunlight.
“It’s beautiful,” I tell him, trying to wipe away the tears.
“It was meant to be on your finger.”
He takes my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of my hand gently. I sigh as he starts to trail kisses up my arm. He stands, towering over me, and I glance up at him from under my eyelashes as I reach for the front of his sweatpants.
“Baby,” Gates starts, but I shake my head.
“You didn’t let me the other night. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
I tug his sweatpants now, getting a thrill out of seeing his stomach and thigh muscles tense in anticipation. I’m amazed that I can turn this big, six-foot-five alpha man into a quivering mess with just a simple touch.
“So big,” I murmur as I wrap my fingers around his length.
My fingers don’t quite touch, but Gates doesn’t seem to mind. He hisses out an unsteady breath as I stroke his length slowly.
A drop of precum forms at his tip, and I eagerly lean forward and lick it up, moaning at the salty flavor.
“Jesus,” Gates groans, his head tipping back as I take another lick.
I’m so encouraged by his reaction that I decide to go for it. I know I’ll never be able to take all of Gates’ length, but I’m determined to do my best.
“Dillon! Fuck!” Gates shouts as I start to jerk him off in time with the movement of my mouth.
I can only take a few inches of him and have to use my hand on the remaining inches, but that seems to be driving Gates wild.
“Dillon, baby, I’m going to come,” he warns me, and I suck him harder, swirling my tongue over the tip of him.
