Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Really?” The hope in his tone nearly did me in.
He’d slowed down again, though now it was something else entirely that threatened to set me off.
“Really.” I kissed his back, tasting the fresh perspiration, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. Jesus, he was wet with pre-come and, as fucking always, it made me salivate. “I want nothing more than to have you as my husband.”
Peyton leaned back against me and tilted his face, and reflex kicked in. I cupped his cheek and kissed him hungrily.
“I love you, Peyton.”
“I love you.” He gasped when I twisted my hand on the downstroke, swiping the pad of my thumb over the fluids at the head. “Daddy, may I propose right now, please?”
He was going to be the death of me.
I flicked the tip of my tongue against his, our lips just barely brushing against each other. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say no to you.”
He giggled breathlessly and sucked on my bottom lip. “That bodes well for my question.”
I grinned into another kiss. “Propose to me.”
His gorgeous eyes lit up. “Edward, will you—”
“Yes.”
“Daddy!”
I laughed, only to groan because that felt fucking amazing. “Jesus Christ, Peyton, ask me to marry you before I fill your ass.”
“Gah! Okay. Okay. I’m serious.” Well, he was trying. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes.” With a death grip on his hips, I forced him to move, to fuck himself on my cock, because I couldn’t take it much longer. The emotions racing through me bordered on bizarre, but my God, had he turned me into the luckiest man on earth.
Thankfully, he felt the same desperation. After another messy, wild kiss, he grabbed my legs again and lost himself in the rhythm. He rode my cock like the perfect boy he was, moaning, pleading, worshiping us, until we were both there, and then we were coming together.
We got married here last night. Right here on our private beach in Jamaica.
It’s not ours, except it is. It always will be.
In front of our friends and family, we promised to love each other, to stay true, to have and to hold…
It’s the easiest vow I’ve ever made, Edward.
Yet, I already know today is going to be better. I saw you packing Julia’s adoption papers with our breakfast basket before we returned to the beach for a morning in the sun.
You’ll give me those three little words that have made me the luckiest guy on the planet over and over.
“Just sign here.”