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“Yes,” I groan again, as his fingers slide into my pussy.
“Even, marry me. Right, Junie?”
“Yes, Ben,” I agree, his name coming out as a cry when his cock slides against my pussy, pressing against my clit.
“Yes, Ben, what, Baby? Give me the words,” he demands, his fingers now at my ass, two of them pushing inside, just as his cock thrusts into my pussy. I feel so full that I can barely breathe.
“Ben,” I pant.
“The words, Junie. Fucking give me the words,” he orders, his voice so graveled it seems to hit my clit, and I cum just a little from that alone. His fingers are tunneling in my ass, stretching apart in time with the way his cock is pushing inside of me.
“I’ll marry you,” I cry, shoving back into him, wanting all of him deeper and harder.
“That’s my girl,” he coos, his teeth raking against my shoulder.
“I can’t believe you asked me to marry you while…” I stop because it’s impossible to think as I tremble all around his hard cock, my orgasm barreling through me.
“While I’m fucking your sweet holes?” he finishes.
I squeeze his cock and then lose it as I come so hard, I’m not sure I’ll survive. Ben comes not long after me, holding my body to him as he falls on his side, bringing me with him. I crane my neck back to take his kiss, because he always kisses me after he gives me pleasure.
“I love you, Ben.”
“Love you, Baby. When I can feel my feet again, I’ll get your ring out of the nightstand drawer.”
“It’s okay, Sweetheart. I already have it on,” I tell him holding my hand up over my shoulder to show him. “I found it while cleaning today and decided I didn’t want to wait to wear it.”
Ben stares at the ring and starts laughing, which makes me smile.
“I should spank your ass.”
“Sounds good, but make sure you’re recovered enough for round two, first.”
He grabs my hip and pulls me hard against his body, his cock sinking so deep that it delivers a touch of pain.
“Does that feel like I’m not ready for round two, Junebug?”
“About that nickname,” I whine, hunger bleeding through my voice.
“Shut up, Baby, and fuck your man.”
I’d argue, but I don’t want to. I’d much rather fuck my man.
So I do.
Junie
Six Weeks Later
“Are you ready, Little Sister?”Gavin asks, standing in my completely renovated bar. My grand opening won’t be for three weeks—there’s no way I was scheduling it close to my honeymoon—but, the place is beautiful. Who knew that Greg did me a favor? I know he was the one that caused the fire. I don’t have any proof, but I know in my gut he was.
A lot of the main bar looks the same. The kitchen is what received the biggest makeover, but outside… outside is where my pride is. I got my pergola with relaxed seating, and even a stage for outdoor concerts. A stage that Reed is currently standing on with his band, waiting to play the wedding march. Not many wives get the number one rising country star in America to be their wedding singer. The thought makes me smile.
I don’t have any bridesmaids marching. Luna is my matron of honor, but Gavin refused to let her walk up the aisle with anyone but him. There was no way he could march with us both, so she’s already standing by the priest waiting.
“I’m more than ready,” I tell him, linking our arms together. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Ben Kingston,” I confess.
“He’s a lucky S.O.B.,” Gavin says, leaning down to kiss my forehead.
