I nod, liking that for my sister.
“Plus, it doesn’t hurt that they’re both switch-hitters. I wonder how they decide who’s going to be the top and who’s going to be the bottom?” Riley muses thoughtfully.
“What?” I nearly shriek.
Riley shrugs, her eyes full of secret knowledge. “Arielle’s my best friend, Noah. I know things about her that you will probably never want to know. We’re like this.” She crosses her fingers, showing me how tight Arielle and she are, and I groan.
“Don’t remind me.”
She laughs and shoots Arielle a wink. Arielle looks at me questioningly, but I shake my head. Arielle meets Riley’s eyes and smirks, probably knowing Riley will tell her everything later.
“Think it’s too soon to get out of here?” I ask. “I want to take my fiancée home and fuck her wearing nothing but that ring.”
Riley whimpers quietly. “My dad just got here. I feel like we should hang out.”
I chuckle. “Baby, I already planned that out. We’re meeting your parents and my mom for lunch tomorrow.”
She smiles like that’s the greatest gift ever, despite the ring I placed on her finger tonight. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
We take advantage and slip out, although I’m sure everyone notices us. I’m tempted to drive home quickly, but as I look over at Riley, I know I don’t need to.
We’ve got forever.
Instead, I cruise home, taking the full fifteen minutes to hold Riley’s hand and feel my ring on her finger. “That’s a big rock, Miss Watson. Do you like it?”
I’m nervous that she might’ve preferred a more traditional diamond solitaire, but my gut told me that Riley would appreciate something unique. For the first time ever, I went with my gut over my brain. And then I promptly went about sorting through all the possible options, along with each stone’s pros and cons. And that was before shopping for the perfect setting. That ring has a lot of Riley in it, but it has a lot of me in it too.
Riley smiles at our hands, admiring the ring. “I love it.” She looks up at me and adds, “I love you.”
We get home, and as we come through the door, Raffy looks up from his new dog bed, wags twice, and lies back down. He might be turning into the worst guard dog ever or simply adjusting to his new home. I decide to choose the latter.
“We’ll get dinner in a bit, Raffy. Be a good boy,” I tell him. He watches as I walk Riley down the hall, kissing her as I go. We must have kissed a thousand times by now, maybe more. But I’m never going to have enough. I hunger for her touch, and we shed our clothing in between tasting each other’s kisses, leaving a trail toward the bedroom.
One good thing about the prom event being so early in the evening for the residents’ schedules is that it’s barely after dark, the night sky still a mix of purple and blue. But the moon is already rising high and bright. Through the open curtains, the white light bathes Riley’s skin, making her glowy and glorious.
The woman who has my heart.
The woman who will soon be my wife.
“Come here,” I tell her, guiding her to the window and standing behind her. She looks out over Briar Rose, the evening lights shining below us and the stars twinkling above us. “Out there, you’re an inspiration to so many. You bring sunshine and positivity to their days, reminding them to enjoy every moment.”
Riley nods robotically, her pulse racing in her neck and her breathing going jagged from feeling the heat of my words along her bare skin.
“In here, you are my inspiration. And I intend to enjoy every moment with you . . .” I let my sweet words become dirtier, my voice deeper and rougher. “Sucking your nipples, licking your pussy, filling you with my cock until you come over and over again.”
“What else?” She pants eagerly.
A cocky smirk twists my lips. “Smacking your ass, shoving my cock down your throat, pulling your hair, and pounding into you so you never forget who your perfect match is.”
“Yes, Noah . . . please.” A shudder goes through her body, and other than my breath, I haven’t even touched her yet.
I nudge Riley’s legs apart, kissing the back of her neck and sliding my hand down to cup her. She’s wet, her breath turning into a gasp and her hands planting on the window as I slide a finger through her slippery folds to find the stiff pearl at the top of her cleft.
I stroke her softly, kneading her breast with my other hand and tasting her skin. Riley moans, pressing herself back against my hips as I slide two fingers inside her. “Fuck.”
My cock jumps at the word on Riley’s lips, and I have to squeeze at the base of my shaft to keep from coming all over her back. “I will,” I growl softly into her ear. “I promise. But first, I want to watch you come in the moonlight.”