Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
When she finally reaches my cock and takes it in her mouth, my hips bow off the bed with all my pent-up need. I let her lick and suck me once, twice, three times, before I grab her hair and pull her away from me. She glances up with those big brown eyes that look so innocent but are so fucking not.
“Why’d you stop me?” she pouts.
My grip tightens, but I loosen it when she winces. “I need you to come back up here.”
She bites her lip as she moves to straddle me. “Now what?”
“Now.” I grab her, flip us over so she’s under me, and push inside her in a quick, hard thrust that makes her scream. “Now I’m going to fuck you into the mattress until the only words coming out of your mouth are, ‘Yes, Finn, I’ll marry you.’”
Her laughter is cut short when I start making good on my promise.
EPILOGUE
JOSSLYN
The uncharacteristically gloomy weather matches my solemn mood. It’s been years since I’ve visited my dad’s grave. His funeral is still a blur, but I’ll never forget staring at his casket. My paternal grandmother and my mother had been very adamant about the burial. For them, it was tradition. For me, the finality of it all had been crippling.
I’ve only visited twice since that day. I don’t need a plot of land to feel my father’s presence, but now that basketball is over for good, I’m scared I won’t feel that way. For so long, every time I picked up the ball, I felt him beside me guiding my movements. Maybe the fear of no longer feeling his presence is the reason I’m here.
I’m so lost in thought that it takes me a moment to realize someone is standing over his grave. It takes me another second to process that it’s Finn, wearing the shorts and polo he had on this morning when he left to go golfing. As if feeling my arrival, he turns to me and flashes that sexy smile that makes my heart lurch every time.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I reach him.
He stares down at me for a long moment before cupping my face and giving me a soft, long kiss that makes my toes curl. I drop the umbrella in my hand and grab his arms to keep from swaying. After a moment, I breathlessly pull away and search his eyes. It’s not until he smiles that it hits me. He chuckles when my eyes widen.
“Finn,” I breathe and swallow the knot already forming in my throat.
“Admittedly, this is not the place I envisioned doing this,” he says with a chuckle. “But it’s the only way I could think of to let the first man in your life know that I’ll be your last.”
He smiles as he searches my already watery eyes.
“Honestly, Josslyn, if the sun could take a mortal form, it would look and feel like you,” he says. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that warmth, to keep you, by my side.”
I gasp and bring a shaky hand to my mouth as he sinks down on one knee and picks up a little black box from the ground I hadn’t noticed. Thunder rings out and a few drops of rain join the tears that begin to trickle down my face. Finn glances up momentarily and shakes his head before he opens the box and takes my trembling left hand in his.
“You’re the first and last person I think about every day. The only person I think about every day. Your love is a privilege I’ll never take for granted,” he says as he begins to slide the ring on my finger. “You’re the love of my life, my best friend, the person I have the most fun with, and the only future I see. Marry me. Marry me and let me spend the rest of my life showing you how much I cherish you, how much I love you.”
I nod wildly and wipe away the mix of tears and rain on my face as he finishes sliding the ring on my finger. Unbeknownst to him, I’ve looked at countless rings, but the one he chose blows them all out of the water. It’s the most beautiful silver ring with a large oval stone in the center and a halo around it that has gold accents that make it look like rays. It reminds me of…
“It looks like the sun,” I whisper in awe, bringing my eyes back to his.
“It looks like you.”
My heart skips. “Finneas,” I say shakily, as he stands up and wipes away the hair stuck on my forehead. “You know, you didn’t actually ask me.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “That’s because there’s nothing to ask.”
“I’m pretty sure there is, but it doesn’t matter, because I’d say yes to you a million times over.”