And holy fuck—is it the biggest, nicest cut rock I’ve ever seen. Even with little light, it sparkles.
This is something I thought I never wanted.
I was so sure for so long that marriage was a trap. A time-wasting trap, at that.
An exercise of forced compromise.
I couldn’t have imagined back then how it feels in my chest when Will looks at me, shit-eating smile now toned and gentled into a wide-eyed look of trust and affection.
He’s still a wolf, still savage, but now he knows he doesn’t have to roam alone, he doesn’t have to defend himself with nasty tricks or sarcasm.
Not with me.
“Kat, my darling, my wonderful, will you marry me?”
I can’t answer. I’m speechless.
My pussy is aching, and I think my clit is on fire.
I sink down to my knees as I throw my arms around him, kissing him deep. He pushes me down and kisses me hard, feeling me up with his big hands.
I grind myself against him, feeling how hard he is through his pants. I know I’m practically rolling in the dirt here, but I don’t give a fuck.
All I’m thinking about is getting his cock in me, but I would like to get off the ground. I don’t want to get bitten on the butt by something. Unless it’s Will.
“Wait,” I push him up. “Where’s the ring?”
“Here,” he answers, holding it up. “I grabbed it when you jumped me.”
“Put it on me.”
We sit quietly in the mist, as he frees the ring from the box and slips it gently on my finger.
He kisses me softly.
“Mine,” he whispers.
“I want to get off the ground…” I give him a cheeky grin and a wink. “Where do you want me?”
“The car. Lean over the hood, stretch those gorgeous legs and spread them for me,” he orders, grinning.
I get up and move back to the car.
I lean over the bonnet as instructed, reaching for the wind shield as I open my legs.
I’m wearing a cute little short halter dress, so I know he’s got an excellent view.
My clit is humming, and my pussy is aching. I love it when I’m totally exposed, and he’s looking me over, slowly savoring the look of me.
He reaches between my legs, and his fingers graze my lips as he grabs my panties by the sticky, wet crotch.
With one hard tug, he pulls them off, ripping them at the edges.
“You don’t want these anymore anyway, babe. They’re totally ruined.”
“That’s all your fault,” I whisper, my voice getting thick with need.
He touches my ass, gently runs his hands down my thighs, and pushes up the short dress. I moan softly as his hands roll the dress up to my waist.