Things moved fast after that.
And soon I found her over the top of me, riding my cock.
Her breasts were bouncing with each downward thrust, and I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that I wanted this for the rest of my life.
I wanted kids with her.
I wanted more dogs with her.
I wanted to see her doing exactly this in our new home that we built with each other.
“Marry me.”
The words slipped free of my mouth before I’d even consciously thought about the repercussions of them.
Her eyes were wide when she came to a standstill, her pussy solidly filled with me.
She looked at me, hands on my chest, and said, “Did you just say what I think you said?”
I grinned.
“What would you say if I did?” I asked, my hands clenching on her hips when she started to tighten her inner muscles around me.
“I’d say that I’m crazy right along with you because I want to say yes.” She paused. “That’s kind of a lot of ‘says’ but really, I would say yes. A thousand times yes.”
I rolled with her until her back was planted in the bed, and her legs were up around my hips.
Then I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a velvet ring box.
“I was going to wait,” I said as I placed it down in the middle of her chest. “I was going to come up with a perfect way to ask. To tell you that I love you. To tell you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Seriously, I have a hundred million things that I want to tell you when it comes to how perfect you are for me.”
I leaned down and captured her lips softly with mine.
When I pulled back, I said, “I love you. I love your kid. I love having you around, day in and day out. I love coming home to you, and I love waking up to you. I love that you love my dog. I love that you wake up and your hair looks like an absolute rat’s nest to me and you don’t even care. Even more, I love that you love me. Delanie, will you marry me?”
She shakily reached for the velvet box that was in between her unbound breasts and cracked it open just far enough that she could see inside.
Her mouth quirked up at the edges and she let it click back closed.
“Put it on me,” she ordered.
I went up on my knees, then reached for the box.
She kept us joined together with her legs firmly locked behind my ass.
Popping the box open, I withdrew the ring, tossed the box to the floor, and reached for her hand.
She grinned wickedly at me as I slipped it on her finger.
“You’re mine now. No going back,” I growled.
Then started to move again.
Twenty minutes later, when she was lying on top of me, I said, “I want you to go off the shot.”
She trailed her fingers up the length of my side.
“How about we focus on getting married first?” I suggested. “Then, when we’re done with that, we can focus on a baby.”
I smiled and pulled her even closer.
“We’ll see.”Chapter 15
I’m a better person when I’m with you.
-Bourne talking to his coffee
Bourne
“Hello?” I answered, distracted.
I was half hanging off of the cliff wall with my cell phone in one hand, and my other hanging on so I wouldn’t fall off.
“Is this Mr. Pena? Bourne Pena, Asa’s uncle?” a hesitant woman’s voice asked.
I let myself go from the wall, swinging backward about three feet before I went swinging back toward the wall.
“This is him,” I replied gruffly.
I was tired.
Not only was I tired, but I was sweaty as hell, too.
“This is Mrs. Potts, the school nurse. I know it’s about thirty minutes before scheduled release, but we were instructed to call when Asa said he was feeling the start of a migraine coming on,” she replied.
I didn’t hesitate in getting down.
“I’ll be there in just a few minutes,” I said. “It’ll take me about five. Tell him to put something cold over his face, and to get somewhere quiet with no light.”
“I already have him there,” she replied. “He’ll be waiting for you in my office. Just tell the front office ladies that I have him and they’ll let you back.”
And they did.
Ten minutes later, I arrived to find Asa lying in the dark with a cold compress on his eyes.
The moment he saw me, though, all feigned headache was gone.
I looked at him sharply.
“You okay?” I asked, worried now.
“Are you ready?” he chirped.
I held out my hand and nodded. “Yeah, are you?”
“Yep!” he replied.
Five minutes we were heading out to my truck.
“You’re not really sick, are you?” I asked curiously.
He grinned at me sheepishly. “Kind of?”
“Asa…”
He scrunched up his nose.
“I was ready to go home,” he muttered. “I don’t really have a headache. Some girl wouldn’t leave me alone, and I was tired of dealing with her.”