The Romeo Arrangement

Smiling, she nods. “Good. I like her a lot, and I’m happy Dad was able to make a friend, finally.”

“Enough to have her as a stepmother someday? Because if I was a guessing man, I’d say ours won’t be the only wedding in the future.”

She beams like the sun. “Nothing would make me happier. He’s been so lonely since Mom died, and he deserves a little happiness after what he’s been through.”

“You do, too,” I say, taking her hand. “When’s the date?”

“Date?” She folds her other hand around our clasped fingers.

“Wedding date. Ours. When are we getting married?” I let out an exaggerated sigh. “Please don’t make me wait long. I have a few insane honeymoon ideas.”

That gets a giggle out of her as sure as it paints her cheeks red.

“Seriously. If we were in Vegas, we’d already be married. Fake Elvis and all instead of me singing his tunes.” I stare at her. “Want to fly there tonight? Tobin would probably love to book us a jet. He’s dying to feel useful again after having to take a week off.”

“No.” She lifts our hands, kissing mine. “I want to see rose petals and drink champagne.”

“Goddamn, do I love you.” I push down harder on the gas pedal.

Within minutes of arriving home, we’re naked on the bed, throwing rose petals at each other.

I never expected this day to end in a petal-fight with a woman who’s agreed to spend eternity with me, but here we are.

Eventually, I hurl myself back against the pillows, arms wrapped around her, bringing her with me. “I’ve never gotten undressed so fast in my life.”

She wiggles her lithe, perfect body on top of me and props her elbows on my shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ve seen you strip pretty fast before.”

Her back is arched and her tits are just below my chin. I tweak one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

My other hand sweeps between her legs.

I’m throbbing like a drum when I see how wet she is.

“Fuck. So tonight wasn’t a record for getting undressed?”

She shakes her head. “Sorry.”

I tweak her other nipple, loving how it puckers at my touch. “Then we’d better set a new record. How many times can my cock take you over the edge tonight?”

“That sounds fun, but what will we have to look forward to on our wedding night?”

“Breaking the old record,” I growl.

Whatever the fuck I have to say about records, I’m ready to break something right now. I lift my hips, grinding my cock against her folds, touching my swollen tip to her clit.

She pushes off my shoulders and sits back on her knees between my legs.

“I’m down with that idea.”

I smile. “And we haven’t even cracked the champagne yet.”

She shuts me up with a kiss that could douse the world in flames.

“Save it for round two.” Her eyes are hot, big, ready to be shook into oblivion. “I want you now, Ridge.”

“Ditto.” I grasp her sides as she rises up, plants her knees on both sides of my hips, and positions herself over my hard-on.

“Or maybe round three,” she says with a whimper, lowering down on my shaft.

I feel her like mad.

Her pussy is so slick, so ready, so fucking mine.

I love how it stretches just right, anchoring my dick deep inside her.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” she whispers, sinking all the way down so I can feel her wetness on my balls.

Damn!

Then she rises up again, urging my hips to chase her. The sensation, the friction stalls my breath and breaks my inner beast off his chain.

I suck a ragged breath as she lowers back down.

Whether it’s truly the best ever, or I just think so because now I know she’s mine to keep, I’m not sure, but I know one thing.

At this rate, I won’t last long.

I reach down, gently flicking the tip of her clit as she rises up again, and then give it my thumb.

She gasps, and then it’s my turn as her pussy tightens more, plunging down faster, then up again for another strike.

Again.

Oh, fuck, again.

I grab her hips, slamming her down harder every time, and arch up to meet her.

Driving, leading, taking her harder and faster with every stroke until we’re both soaring.

“So close. So…oh! Ridge!” she screams, arching as she comes, my hands swinging her hips deeper into the storm.

Her wet heat squirts on my dick.

What little control I had left goes to shreds.

“Grace, fuck!”

Driving deeper one last time, a firestorm rips through my body as she takes me with her, coming pure lightning. My seed erupts in her, furious and hot, my balls pumping and aching to spill everything, to claim her from the inside out.

The aftermath is just as perfect, just as electrifying as she collapses on my chest, my cock still inside her, still throbbing as her pussy quivers with the last of her aftershocks.