“I love you so much.” I said to him. I was close to the microphone, so my words echoed through the room, making me flinch.
“You’re getting the hang of this public speaking thing,” he said.
“Are we in public?” I tried to joke even though I was embarrassed.
He laughed. “Yes, so behave.”
“I ain’t misbehavin’.”
“I love that song,” Harry said.
“One more then,” Ryder said. “Then I’m taking my lovely lady home.” He winked at me and I left him on the stage to sing one more song.
An hour later, we were home, and Ryder was doing delicious things to my body.
“You’re not going to get tired of having just me?” I asked, as his hands massaged my breasts.
“No. Will you get sick of my dick?”
“Never.” I reached down to stroke it, marveling at its length and firmness. Even if I bought a sex toy, nothing would be as perfect in size as his real deal.
“How long have you been planning this,” I asked.
He repositioned himself over me, his face directly over mine, all our body parts perfectly aligned. “You mean proposing?”
“Yes.” I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Since high school.”
I snorted. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I. When I stole your poem, I was hoping to impress you. Maybe I wasn’t thinking about marriage then, but I’d finally gotten the courage to let you know how I felt. Of course, it didn’t go so well.”
“You could have just asked me.”
“I could have. You could have told me how you felt about the song too.” He arched a brow at me, telling me I was at fault too. And I was. I’d gone off half-cocked as I often did.
“But,” he continued. “No sense in worrying about could haves or should haves. We’re here now.”
I smiled, but inside, I still felt a whole lot of guilt at how my fears and prickly behavior, as he called it, kept me from having all this for so long.
“Of course, I got tired of waiting for my charm to wear you down, so I did have to finagle things a bit.”
“Oh?” I widened my legs, wanting to feel the velvety tip of his cock against my aching pussy lips.
“The first time we went to the senior center, I arranged for you to be there as well.”
“You did?” My eyes narrowed. “Sinclair let you do that?”
“Sinclair loves me. And you.” He rocked his hips, his dick rubbing against my clit.
I sighed as it sent delicious sensations coursing through my blood.
“I didn’t arrange the bet, but I did agree with you on your premise knowing you and Sinclair would dig in, and eventually, she’d challenge you to prove your side. I wanted to be the guy you proved it with.”
I laughed. “You’re sneaky.”
“I was a desperate man wanting to be noticed by you.”