One Bride for Five Brothers

“Get married,” he said into her chest. Then in one smooth motion he pulled off her dress, revealing the new bra and panties set she’d treated herself to when her T-shirt business had another ten thousand sales. “Ooh, nice,” he murmured and began kissing her nipples through the delicate lace.

Rory found it hard to think straight. He was sending the most delicious electric shocks through her body, but her head was reeling. Did he really want to get married? She grabbed his face and looked at him.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“As a heart attack,” he answered with a gleam in his eye. “What do you say?”

“Oh my God,” she said as he ran his hands over the delicate frills of her thong underwear. His fingers hooked under the fabric and slid along it, gently teasing her.

“Oh my God’s not exactly an answer,” he grinned, as he moved down her body and began to kiss her milky thighs.

“That wasn’t exactly a proposal,” she retorted with a smile, lifting her hips a little toward his lips. He took advantage of the easier access and swiped his tongue along the soft skin her revealed when he pushed aside her panties. She gasped in pleasure.

“I guess that’s true,” he said. “But that can be arranged.”

“When it is, then I’ll give you my answer.” He laughed softly. Rory knew she couldn’t resist his mouth anymore, and wriggled out of her thong herself. He licked the length of her, sending ripples through her body and entered her with his fingers. It wasn’t long before she came, but when he went to give her another round, she stopped him.

“I need you inside me,” she said softly, pulling him to her.

“Rory, you’re goddamned beautiful,” he said as he looked back to admire her body, the callused fingers of his left hand tracing the skin of her stomach, as the right hand softly caressed her folds. She gazed at him, loving the way his muscles looked through his tank top, how the ripped jeans gave little peeks of the skin underneath. She reached out to stroke the large bulge in the crotch of his pants, and earned a groan from him.

Undoing his pants, he released himself from the fabric confines and Rory felt that primal burst of desire she did whenever he got naked; she knew he wouldn’t give it to her right away though. He liked to take his time and make her so hot she’d almost beg before he rewarded her. She stroked the heavy girth of him, the hard length with its petal-soft skin, and he moved his hips back and forth as she did.

“You’re the one who’s gorgeous,” she told him as he took off the tank. “Look at you!” His muscles rippled as he moved, and soon he was naked on top of her, stroking her opening with the head of his cock, teasing her warm slit. She sat up, straddled him and put her arms around his neck, trying to ride him, but he lifted her hips and balanced her sex right above his glistening tip, and Rory moaned in frustration.

“Come on, Arsen,” she said, her voice low and husky.

“You want it?” he smiled playfully, and she could only moan in answer as he dipped her hips and let the tip just inside. She gently swiveled her hips and nodded. “It’s all yours, baby,” he growled, and she threw her head back as he lowered her. He was big, and it always felt like it wouldn’t quite fit, but in the most perfect of ways. He moved expertly inside her, hitting all the right spots, as she rubbed her breasts against the sprinkling of his chest hair. It was almost too much, and she nearly came.

Gripping her ass cheeks, he said in a breathless voice. “I’m all yours, Rory. Forever.” He moved inside, stroking her as he spread her open to fit inside up to the hilt. She squirmed in his arms, breathing heavily. She wondered how she got so lucky to have a rock god inside her. He was as talented with his cock as he was with his fingers, and his rhythm built up until he was at the perfect tempo. His eyes were stormy as he looked at her, his mouth soft.

“You’re making me come,” she answered in a strained voice, and before long all the tension that had been building up inside her broke in wave after wave of sparkling light. She may have been teasing him by not giving him an answer, but Rory knew she loved Arsen with all her heart. And more than that, she thought, as another wave of orgasm crashed through her.

As she finished, Arsen growled again and tossed her down on the mattress, holding her hips tight, and began to fuck her hard and fast, his thumb on her clit, and she lifted her knees up to her chest as he owned her. She’d never been with a man who was so skilled in bed, and as he brought her to another wave of orgasm, she cried out, “Come with me, Arsen!”

“God yes,” he answered. He leaned down and kissed her as he filled her with his seed, and their bodies shuddered together for a few moments before they stilled.

“I love you,” Rory whispered into his dark hair.

“I love you too,” he answered. “More than anything.”

She felt so happy and satisfied that she thought she might burst. The emotions were so strong, and so perfect. They cleared away all the sadness in her mind, all the envy she had for her sister, all the worry she had felt about finding the perfectly style-conscious outfit for her Manhattan friend’s wedding. Nothing about all that mattered when Arsen held her in his strong arms and told her he loved her and when he proved how much he wanted her time after time in bed.

Did she want to marry him? She knew the answer was yes. She breathed a yes into his neck, so soft that he wouldn’t hear, but his musician’s ears must have picked something up. He tipped up her chin and looked at her with eyes glistening with love.

“Wanna go ring shopping?” he asked.

“I would like nothing more,” she answered happily, knowing it was true. She snuggled into his neck and breathed his woody, masculine scent, and as his arm curled around her, she knew she was the luckiest girl in the world.

“Okay, the car’s here,” called Rory to Arsen as he was grabbing their suitcases. Looking down at her hand as she took hers, she tried not to be disappointed that their trip to the jewelry store didn’t result in a ring. The one she and Arsen had liked best, a cathedral pavé half carat platinum, was far too extravagant and she forbade him from buying it for her.

Besides, there was probably a ring in her grandmother’s jewelry box that they could use, though they hadn’t gone looking yet. Arsen had been away a couple of weeks, getting his solo stuff sorted out and doing the legal details of leaving Insurrection, so they really hadn’t had much time.

She also tried not to be concerned that she didn’t have a proper proposal story to tell her friends. Sure it had been romantic, but who tells a proposal story about being in bed?

Her friends would probably love it anyway, but she thought she might just keep the whole thing to herself. It was still private. No ring, no date, no big proposal. But none of that mattered since she had the love of her life, she told herself, her lips thinning.

“What’s wrong, babe?” asked Arsen.