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“Are you ready?” I can hear the strain in his voice, how close he is right along with me. I whimper in response and his fingers tighten a fraction more. “Five.” His thrusts are intense, right on the edge between pleasure and pain. “Four.” The line blurs a little bit more and the edges of my vision start to blur right along with it. “Three.” The sound of our skin slapping together can barely be heard over the roar of the fire between us; it’s the only explanation. “Two.” I try and hold on, almost falling over the edge before I have permission, but that won’t do. “One.” His fingers tighten. He plants deep inside me as I feel his cock thicken slightly. He lets go of my neck and roars, “Now.”
Every muscle in my body tightens and then ripples out from my core. Lincoln wraps an arm around my waist as I feel ropes of his cum filling me up. His strong arm is the only thing keeping me upright as I lose control of my body and give myself over to my orgasm, gasping for breath and fighting for some shred of sanity.
I know it’s useless, it always is when I’m with him.
I moan, “Big Daddy.” He moans into my ear and finds a way to press inside me even deeper as he deposits the last of his seed into my spasming channel.
His forehead drops to my shoulder, his panting breaths hot and heavy against my back. I love it. I know I must be sweaty, my makeup smeared and my hair a fucking mess. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
His hands start roaming over my body, bringing me back from the galaxy I was sling shot in to. When he pulls out of me gently, we groan in harmony at the loss. My body already needs more, wants more, which is how it always is between us. I have a feeling it always will be.
I rest my head back against his shoulder, my arms coming up and wrapping around his neck as I kiss along the underside of his jaw. It’s not chiseled, but I don’t want it to be. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen and he’s all mine.
“I should get cleaned up,” I say in a small voice, not wanting to break this post orgasmic euphoria we’re both in.
“No, you’re not cleaning anything up. You’re going to have my cum dripping down the inside of your thighs so that all those fuckers out there know you’re mine and to not touch.” He nips at my shoulder. “I want you to smell like me.”
It shouldn’t turn me on, his words are territorial, predatory, and possessive as fuck. My body didn’t get the memo. I already can’t wait until I get to have him again. Next time it’ll be in our bed though.
After more dancing. It’s a night to be a bad girl and I certainly haven’t learned my lesson. Not yet.
CHAPTER 8
LINCOLN
I think a colony of bats has moved into my gut. It’s the only explanation for why I’m so fucking nervous right now. Well, not the only explanation. I’m pretty sure I got this in the bag. I know my woman loves me. We’ve been together for six months and they’ve been the best six months of my life.
I can’t imagine a life without my Little Bit in it. She’s perfect to meandfor me. She makes me want to wake up every morning and come home every night. She makes me want to be the best man I can be so I deserve all her love and affection.
Still, knowing all I do, what I have planned for tonight is a big deal. A huge deal.
I’ve planned an evening like the one where I told her I love her and asked her to move in with me. I hope she doesn’t feel cheated because it’s so similar. Fuck. Maybe I should have done something different. I can only hope she sees it as something special.
When I asked my woman to move in with me, it was a perfect night and I wanted to recreate that perfection again tonight.
I look over at my woman, who is all smiles sitting next to me in my truck. She’s fucking glowing, love radiating out of every pore. She also has on a short dress in some fancy material I won’t even begin to try and name. She’s stunning.
When she walked out of our bedroom tonight, all dressed up, I thought about throwing her over my shoulder and taking her back to bed. I resisted though because it’s the same reaction I always have when I see my woman. It doesn’t matter if it’s the first time I’ve seen her all day or the last time before we go to bed. I want her. Now, I’m going to have her for the rest of my life.
The ring in my pocket is practically burning a hole through my dress slacks. I couldn’t keep it in the box since she would have noticed the outline. I find myself glancing over at her hands, knowing my ring is going to be on her finger soon. It makes my cock thicken in my slacks.
Damn it, no way I’m going to be able to hide what she does to me. Not like I really want to.
I think she’s going to cry when she sees the ring. I had it custom made just for her, a vintage feel with a modern twist set in white gold. I can’t wait to see it where it belongs.
I got the recommendation to use Holden Brewer through Beckett Banks and a few of the other guys in his family. Holden has made more than one engagement ring for the women in the family and all of them have been loved dearly. I figure there’s no reason to reinvent the wheel. Holden has done custom work for a few jewelry businesses in town but does most of his work through a temp agency. Seemed a little strange to me, but I guess you have to find business wherever you can.
The man knows his way around a gemstone though. I’ll give him that.
After spending some time around Willow’s best friends, Coral and Paisley, I knew Paisley would never be able to keep her mouth shut about the ring. So, I enlisted Coral to come with me to meet with Holden. I had a pretty good idea about what I wanted, but I’m also not stupid enough to turn down help or advice from someone who has known my woman a lot longer than I have.
We met at Holden’s house where we were led into a room set up as an office. The moment Holden’s saw Coral his entire body stiffened. I didn’t notice at first, preoccupied with thoughts of having the ring my Willow’s going to wear for the rest of our lives made special for her. He plastered on a smile as we sat down at his desk.
As we talked about what kind of ring I was thinking about, his eyes kept flicking back to Coral, who seemed completely oblivious to the whole thing. It might have taken me a moment, but the jealousy in his eyes was pretty clear…and amusing.
How he got straightened out is a whole other story, but once he found out Coral wasn’t the woman I was buying a ring for, the tension took on another flavor. One I couldn’t wait to get away from.
The only thing I cared about was making sure my girl got the perfect ring and Holden delivered. Now all I want to do is see it on her finger. I can’t wait for her to be my wife.
