Say Yes (Second Generation 1)

I chuckle and then begin to move. Greta’s face changes from frustration to pleasure as I rock my hips slowly. Taking her lips in a deep kiss, I pin my body to hers and grind hard into her womb. When I pull back to breathe, I whisper, “I loved you from the first moment. Marry me.”

“Dean,” she pants.

“Say yes, Greta. Please say yes,” I plead, pumping into her.

“Yes. Yes,” Greta cries out. I stretch out and grab the little box under the pillow and pull the ring out, sliding it on her finger as I claim her pussy. She squeezes my cock and lets out the sexiest moan, her body shaking as she comes. I pump into her twice more before I shoot my load deep into her womb, making her mine.

Chapter Eight

Greta

My new family is super sneaky. First, they moved my things into the condo while Dean and I spent the night fucking like bunnies. Then, they came home with a birthday dinner for me along with a beautiful cake. It had to be the best birthday ever. I stare at my ring as Dean and I drive to our first date as a couple. It’s crazy because we’re already engaged, but the man has had my heart for so long it’s natural that I want to be with him forever.

“Are we moving too fast?” I ask aloud.

“I’m going the speed limit.” He cracks a half smile. “We’re not. If I could have married you last year I would have. Are you having second thoughts?”

“God, no. It’s just I haven’t told my parents about it or us for that matter.”

“Do you want me to call them?”

“No,” I shout.

“Why? Are you afraid they can convince you to leave me?”

“No. My mom will be happy for us, but I don’t know how my dad will be. Although, I think it worries me that they won’t even care.”

“I’m sorry that you even have that thought in your pretty head.”

“Me too.” I shouldn’t bring the mood down. We’re finally a couple. “Forget it. I want tonight to be wonderful.”

“It will.” He brings our intertwined hands together and kisses the back of mine. “I love you so much, Greta. Whatever happens I want you to always know that. You can be assured as hell that you’re the love of my life and the most important thing in my life, and I’ll always take care of you.”

“Don’t make me climb over onto your lap, mister.”

“Don’t make me pull over or we will be late.”

“Fine. Drive.” I reach out and brush my fingers through his hair as he drives into the city. Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant he picked out. It’s a nice Italian spot, so I get to see my man in a suit. I love it. He’s so fucking sexy that my pussy throbs.

“We’re here, baby.” He pulls up to the valet and they assist me out. Dean brought his cane even though he didn’t want to, but he has no idea how hot he looks. My mind goes to regency England. Some Darcy or Wentworth look going on. He hands the valet the keys and then we walk inside. It’s busy, but we have prime seats.

“How long have you had this planned?”

“Since the day of your graduation.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, Greta.” He presses his hand on the small of my back as he leads me to our table. We thank the hostess and then we’re quickly met by our server.

“It’s a pleasure to have you with us tonight. Can I start you off with a drink?”

“Just water for now. Thank you,” Dean says.

“Wonderful. I will give you some time. Please let me know should you need me sooner.” He steps away and we glance at our menus.

“You look perfect tonight, Greta.” He reaches over the table and takes my hand. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I can’t stop blushing.

“So, have you decided what you want?”

“This all looks great. I’m not that hungry, but I’ll have the cheese ravioli.”

“Sounds good to me.” So he calls over the waiter and we place our orders and then get a few minutes to ourselves.

“So let’s talk about school. You can drive yourself there on days when you have class, but how many classes are you scheduled for?”

“For the semester I’m taking thirteen, so that I can get a feel of college. It’s a huge change and I’m not sure how I’m going to handle it.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re not pushing it. It’s not easy for everyone. It might be. Emily always told us how brilliant you are, but you never mention it.”

“It’s hardly an accomplishment when I’m surrounded by completely successful people. Your whole family works hard while being independently wealthy.”

“It’s just the way our parents raised us. We work hard and earn our keep even if we have an inheritance. It builds character, but it doesn’t change that you’re amazing in your own right. You did it without the advantages of wealth on your side. So don’t ever feel like you’re not pretty damn wonderful because that would be a lie.”