Pull You In (Rivers Brothers 3)

Sun on her face, she pushed the blanket off her shoulders.

And, well, maybe my hands helped her remove the robe, then the sweater, the shirt, laying her down on the pile they all provided, sliding off her pants and panties, burying my face between her thighs until she was crying out, then burying deep inside her.

I flipped our positions, liking the view better when she rode me, back arching, tits bouncing, the sun casting little beams of light over her body.

"Fuck me harder, baby," I demanded, my hand pressing between her thighs, working her clit, driving her up harder, faster, feeling her walls tighten around me. "Come," I demanded, thrusting up into her as her hips moved in circles.

When she came, she cried out my name, startling the birds in the trees above us as she milked my orgasm from me.

"Know what I think?" I asked as she lay over me, my hand drifting up and down her back.

"What's that?" she asked.

"This would be a great place," I told her, reaching into my pocket, finding the box.

"A great place for what?" she asked, pushing back, looking down at me, a sleepy, satisfied smile toying with her lips.

"For this?" I told her, opening the box, waiting for her gaze to fall on the ring.

"Rush," she said, sighing out her breath.

"Marry me," I demanded, hand reaching for hers.

"But it's only..."

"Been one better day after the next?" I supplied, daring her to deny it.

"That's true," she agreed, smile wobbly. "You're sure?"

"Never been so sure of anything in my life."

"Then yes," she said, beaming, reaching for the ring, shoving it on her finger.

"What?" I asked, brows pinching as I stared up at her intent gaze.

"This ring. There's something familiar about it."

To that, my lips twitched. "You've got a good memory. It's from the book."

"Which book?"

"The one you were reading when we were here last here. Wasn't my favorite book, but the ring sounded nice. Plus, I thought it had some significance."

"I love it," she declared, smiling down at it, then me. "And you," she added, folding forward, pressing her lips to mine.

"This would be a nice place for the wedding too."

"We'd never all fit," she reminded me.

"Well, Beau said he was building new cabins. We have time."

"I'm picturing the Mallick kids waiting until we are all asleep, sneaking out, and coming back to scare the hell out of us," she declared, grimacing.

She was getting to know them well.

Of course she was, when she was expected to be at Sunday dinner every week.

She and her mother got brave once every month and hosted a brunch for everyone as well. Which I was pretty sure they instantly regretted when we all descended on her mom's cozy little ranch-style home, packing it to the gills, nearly bursting it at the seams. But once everyone got a taste of their breakfast concoctions, there was no way they would be able to keep us away.

"Know what would be nice?" she asked, smiling a little wistfully.

"What's that, baby?"

"A morning wedding. I mean, why take up the whole day, y'know? We can get up, walk down here to the lake, get married, then head back for a nice little family reception."

There would be nothing little about a Mallick and Rivers family reception, but I liked her idea nonetheless.

"With a crêpe bar," I demanded.

"As if there was any question about that," she agreed, smiling. "And everyone can get day-drunk on mimosas. They will love that."

"We'd need someone to officiate," I reminded her, my fingers tracing over the tops of her thighs.

"Do not utter those words anywhere that Peyton might hear," Katie demanded, a mix of grave and amused. "She would probably come with props. Of the R-rated variety."

"Hey, we like those R-rated props," I reminded her. Peyton had given all the couples baskets full of obscure sex toys for Christmas, which made for a lot of red faces and wide eyes in Helen and Charlie's living room.

"Yes, but not at our wedding."

"She is going to take over the bachelorette party," I said, nodding. "As much as that thought terrifies me," I added.

"Well, Atlas is probably going to take over yours," she reminded me.

"True. But things are different now."

And they were.

As it turned out, when he stuck around for more than a few days put together, Atlas found someone worth sticking around for. But that was a story for another day.

"So who should officiate? Fiona? Seems like the right person since she set all this up," Katie mused.

"So long as we have Dusty check over her speech," I agreed. "Make sure she doesn't say anything over the top."

"I mean, this is our family, they are always over the top," Katie reminded me.

My heart swelled at that.

She'd taken a while to think of them that way.

As hers as well.

Even though they'd taken her into the fold quickly, immersed her completely.