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“I’m going to come!” I cried out, my head falling back as a million tiny stars exploded behind my lids.
Then he was gone, and my body instantly missed him. When I opened my eyes, Bryson had his pants open and his dick in his hand. He slowly pumped while he licked his lips before giving me a dazzling smile.
“Bend over the sink, Rose. I want to fuck you.”
I’d never moved so fast in my life.
“Hang onto the counter, baby. I’ll try to control myself, but I’m not promising you anything.”
Glancing over my shoulder at him, I felt my breath dragging in and out. “Don’t. Lose. Control. Bryson.”
He grabbed my hips, positioned himself, and pushed in hard and fast. So hard that I lifted onto my toes and nearly lost my grip on the counter.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
Closing my eyes at the sensation of him filling me so deeply, I pushed back against him. “Fuck. Me. Now.”
My bluntness must have been all Bryson needed because he moved fast and hard. The feeling of him pounding into me was so good, and every time he went in, he stroked a part of me that felt so damn good, I was positive I would come again.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!” I cried out, gripping the counter and pushing back against him when he moved back in. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, knowing we were joined so intimately, was so intoxicating I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure.
“It feels…so…good,” Bryson said as he moved faster. That was it. He was hitting that spot over and over. My entire body felt like it caught fire, and I screamed out his name as my orgasm hit me.
“I’m coming, Rose. Fuuuck, I’m coming.”
We came together, and I swore it was the best orgasm of my life. When Bryson finally slowed and came to a stop, he leaned over and kissed my back. I wished we would have taken the time to get undressed because my only regret was that I wanted to feel that kiss on my hot skin.
“Stay there. Let me get some toilet paper to clean you up.”
“Is there any in here?” I asked with a chuckle.
I could hear Bryson in the water closet where the toilet was. He held up a roll and smiled. “They put some in!”
Bryson dropped down and started to clean me up, then himself. I slid down to the floor and sat there, thoroughly fucked and feeling like I was on cloud nine. I had an amazing man who built us a beautiful house and had asked me to marry him.
“Rose?”
Sighing in pure happiness, I turned to look at him only to gasp as I looked at the diamond ring in the little blue box.
“Shall we make it official?”
I nearly launched myself at him as I yelled out, “Yes!”
Life had never been so beautiful.
Chapter Twenty-Five
ROSE
Bryson held on to my hand tighter than normal as we walked up the steps to Uncle Brock and Aunt Lincoln’s house. It was family game night, and Bryson and I were about to tell everyone in my family we were engaged. We were heading up to see his parents this weekend and would tell them then.
“Maybe we should wait on telling them,” Bryson said, pulling me to a stop.
“No way. I want to shout it from the rooftops. Why don’t you want to tell them?”
He rubbed the back of his neck while a worried expression took hold of his face.
“Bryson, talk to me.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell your family. It’s that I don’t want to tell your dad.”
Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted on my toes to kiss him. “Don’t be nervous. I’m pretty sure my parents will see it coming. We did, after all, build a house together. And my parents are going up to Missoula with us to furniture shop. It’s kind of a done deal.”
He sighed. “Moving in isn’t a big deal. We’ve been practically living together for a few months. I’m always at your place.”
I ran the tip of my finger along the side of his face and jawline. “If you want to wait to tell them, we can wait.”
Bryson looked past me to the front door. He drew in a long, deep breath and exhaled. “No, you’re right. I want everyone to know we’re engaged. Plus, your dad already paid for private pitching lessons for Josh through the end of the year. I highly doubt he’d want to disappoint him like that if he killed me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great way to think about it.” Taking his hand in mine once again, I tugged him toward the door. When I opened it, I called out, “We’re here!”
Gone were the days of everyone fanning over Bryson. He was now part of the family, and he loved the normalcy of it all. Every now and then, someone would recognize him and ask for a picture or autograph, but for the most part, he was simply Bryson. The man I was head over heels in love with.
