Page 120 of Fake Shot

“What happens when you run out of new things to learn? Or get bored of me?” I ask. It’s not a real fear, but every once in a while, the doubt creeps in.

“Impossible.” He squeezes me tighter. “Do you remember when we were sitting on the dock at my parents’ house, and I said I didn’t have a favorite place?”

“Yeah, of course I remember.” I just didn’t realize he was taking such careful notes about the place I loved so much.

“I finally figured it out. My favorite place is wherever you are.”

My god, this man! It’s like knowing how to love me is just second nature to him. I have no idea what I did to deservehim, only that I will do whatever it takes to always show him I feel the same way.

My heart races when I tell him, “My favorite place is with you too. I want to spend forever with you, making all kinds of new memories in new favorite places.”

In the quiet night air, with no one but the crickets keeping us company, I can hear the way his breath hitches at my admission.

He puts his hands on my shoulders and steps back as he turns me toward him, and then he says, “I’d have married you already if I thought you were ready. I want to spend every day of the rest of my life making you happy.”

“That’s perfect, then.” I smile. “Because I also want to spend every day of the rest of my life making you happy.”

His hands slide down my arms, and he takes my fingers in his big palms, sliding his thumbs over the two rings I wear—the engagement ring that never really felt fake, and the silicone band on my opposite hand—as he sinks to one knee.

My eyes fill with tears so quickly that I almost can’t see him when he says, “Jules, I know we’ve been engaged for months already. Nothing about us together has ever felt anything except perfect. From the first moment I kissed you in the alley, I was yours, completely. I’ve never had to pretend with you, except when it comes to letting you know how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve been waiting until you were ready to talk about forever, so that I could finally ask you for real: will you marry me?”

I sink to my knees on that dock, my hands flying up to cup his face as my lips crash onto his. And between kisses, I tell him, “Yes. Absolutely and without a doubt, yes.” And then I kiss him again, before I say, “I’ve wanted you since themoment I first laid eyes on you, Mathieu Coltier, and even though my feelings for you have changed and grown in a hundred different ways in that time, I never could have imagined us here, now. I never could have imagined how unimaginably wonderful you are. How perfect you are for me. How much I want to be perfect for you, too?—”

“You already are, Jules. Just as you are,” he says as he kisses my nose. “There is absolutely nothing about you, about us together, that isn’t already enough. And I can’t wait to spend every single day, forever, with you.”

We’re lying tangled up together, sweaty and naked, on the enormous bed that takes up a good quarter of the adorable tiny house trailer on our new property. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed it when we first came down what I now know is the driveway, but it sits off to the side under the trees. The big window above the headboard faces the lake, so I’m already looking forward to that view first thing in the morning.

I still can’t believe everything Colt has done over the last month—how he bought this property with Drew and cleared land for us to build my dream vacation house; how he had this cute little trailer set up so we’d have a place to stay up here this summer as we make all the plans to start the build in the fall; how he and Drew planned this surprise so he’d show me our future house tonight, and Drew will bring Audrey and Graham up here to see their new house tomorrow.

Or today, actually, as it’s now somewhere in the earlyhours of the morning as Colt kisses his way up the inside of my thigh. I groan and tell him, “I can’t come again. Twice is enough.”

“I bet you can give me a third,” he says with a cocky grin, and when his hot breath meets the opening of my pussy, my entire core clenches and I’m pretty sure he’s right. “Besides, you haven’t let me taste you yet.”

“Since this morning, you mean?” I ask with a laugh. This man loves to eat, and I know I’m incredibly blessed. If I’m only ever going to have sex with one person in my entire life, I appreciate that he’s committed to pleasing me in every way possible.

His tongue slides over my clit, warm and rough, with enough pressure that I moan out his name. And as he slides two fingers inside me, I wish it had been more than two minutes since we’d had sex so I could have him inside me again. His fingers are great, but there’s nothing better than the way he fills me perfectly with his cock.

“I will never get enough of you, Tink,” he says, and the wet, sloppy sound of his fingers sliding into me while I’m still filled with his cum is its own kind of filthy pleasure. He strokes his tongue over my clit again and again, until I’m practically panting, and then says, “I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything,” I gasp, eager for him to stop talking and get his mouth back on me as soon as possible.

“Whatever you decide on for this house, please don’t make it one of those crazy huge mansions like you see on this lake.”

He knows me well enough to know that’s not at all the kind of house I’d build. “Why not?”

“I never want us to live in a place that big,” he says decisively. “I never want to be that far away from you. In fact”—he wraps one arm under my leg and anchors my hip to the bed—“I think maybe this is the perfect house for us.”

“You can practically reach both sides of this trailer when you stick your arms out. How could this be the perfect place for us?” I laugh, until his tongue strokes over my clit again, making my hips buck while he holds me firmly to the bed.

“Because,” he says, lifting his head to look up at me between my thighs, “I love the idea of always having you within reach.”

“Oh yeah,” I tease as I reach down to stroke his face. “Why do you always want me within reach?”

“So I can do this, any time I want.” Returning his face to my center, he swirls his tongue over my clit as his fingers stroke me from the inside.

“Yes,” I hiss, my fingers gripping his hair, “I can see the appeal.” The vibrations of his laughter send ripples of longing throughout my body as he works me closer to the edge, until I’m almost ready to tip over into the abyss. “But I promise to let you do this any time you want, anywhere you want, in our new house.”

“In that case,” he says, just as he meets my eyes with a demand, “come for me.”

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