Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Oh, well, when you put it that way, we can go and look at them tomorrow, but Braxton, you’re not paying for my vehicle. I have money saved up, and I have a more than reasonable boss.” She arches into my hard cock. She told me she went on birth control the minute she came back home because she knew I’d only take her bare, but that we wanted to wait a few years before any children came along. I guess my woman had this all planned out well before I did.
“That you fucking do. On one condition though.” Her wet pussy is leaking on the underside of my cock, and I want to bury myself to the hilt, deep inside her.
“What’s that?” She throws her head back, slides her hips up. My cock meets her entrance, and then I slam home.
“You move in here, you love me for the rest of your life, you marry me, take my last name, and we fill this place up with babies.” I groan when her cunt tightens around me.
“Oh God, that’s way more than one condition,” she moans out loud, her hips already thrusting up when I pull out to slide back inside her.
“Those are my conditions, siren, and you’re agreeing to them.” My hand fists her hair. I make sure her eyes meet mine when I state those three words that have been on the tip of my tongue for three damn years. “I’ve fucking loved you a damn long time, Rowen, had dreams of you being in this bed just like you are now. I want my ring on your finger, your belly round with our children, and you by my side every day of the week.” Rowen’s body clamps down on my cock, and I almost come. I slow down, letting this play out as long as possible.
“Braxton, I love you,” she sighs. Her hands cup my cheeks, those beautiful baby blues that seem to capture me every time I look into them on me. Right now, they’re filling up with tears, something I’ve seen one too many times today.
“Thank fuck.” Our lips find each other’s, my tongue dominating hers, and my hips pistoning in and out of her tight heat until she’s clamping down on my cock and pushing me over the edge.
“I can’t wait to be your wife and have children with you, Brax.” I fall to my back, bringing her with me. Her leg is thrown over my hip, and I can feel the remnants of us between her legs. It’s taking everything in me not to flip her onto her back again and watch as it slides out of her, pushing my fingers inside and watching her greedy cunt keep it inside, always.
“Me either, siren.” Her hand moves to that beating organ beneath my chest. I reach to the nightstand with my other hand and find the box, somehow maneuvering it and then the ring out of the box. The other day, I met with Rob and Talia at the diner on the pretense I was picking up lunch and then some parts, but really, I was asking for their permission to marry their daughter.
I pick up her hand, looking at her. She has no idea I’m about to slide a ring on her finger. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure when I’d ask her to marry me, but tonight feels right.
“Dear God, Braxton. Is that what I think it is?” She moves off my shoulder, her head lifting up, and she watches as I slowly slide on the just over one carat petite round diamond ring. After searching at the local jeweler, he helped me find one that could be made on a rush delivery. I had no idea the number of rings you’d have to choose from, the cut, the clarity. It was something I was very much unaware of. So, I settled on this one. It’s modest, but honestly, even though I wanted a huge rock to dominate her finger, it would have looked out of place on her small hand. This one is more her. The small diamonds that are set inside the band only add to the bigger diamond.
“Fuck yes, it is. I’m not saying we get married right away because I know a lot is contingent on your mom’s health right now, and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean we need to rush this process, even if it takes you a whole year to plan it out. This is so you know I mean every word I say to you, and to keep those fucking wandering eyes off you while we’re at the grocery store,” I grunt out. Last week when we went, I practically had to stake my claim to get the guy in the deli department to keep the drool from running down his chin.