Page 122 of Sweet Shots

I go to him, needing his lips on mine. He hums happily, his body moving closer to me.

“Close your eyes,” I whisper.

“What? Why?” he asks, darting his eyes toward the table, but I move so it blocks his view.

“Just humor me.”

He rolls them before closing them. Taking both hands, I lead him to the table and pull out the chair. I guide him in front of it, then help him sit and get him pushed in. I stand to the side, but not too far, so he can still see me.

“You can open them now.”

He does, blinking a few times, but his gaze goes to me and not what’s in front of him. My nerves are at an all-time high as I wait for him to see it. It’s right there, sticking out. There’s no way he won’t notice if he just looks.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “You’re acting weird.”

“Better than ever,” I say, grinning.

His eyes widen. “Okay,” he draws out, turning back to his plate and reaching for his fork. He pauses, hand hovering over it as he spots it. It’s silent for way too long. Feels like hours before he finally says something. “Dominic…”

“Yeah, baby?” I ask, trying to hide how fucking terrified I am. There isn’t room for us both to panic.

“Dominic, there’s… this is…”

His eyes dart to me, and I drop onto one knee. He gasps, mouth falling open. His face is full of sleep, hair messy, and he’s never looked so good. This is how I want him every day. Seeing him like this means he spent the night with me, means he woke up in my bed. This is what I want, every single day.

“Mikah—”

“Holy shit,” he mutters.

I grab the box and hold it up for him to see.

“I want you in every way imaginable. You’ve filled a hole in my heart I didn’t realize was there, and I can’t picture being without you ever again. The last couple of months have been tough, but I am certain about this—about us. I love you, Mikah, and I want us to spend our lives together. Baby,” I shift a little, offering the ring to him. “Make me the luckiest man in the entire universe and marry me?”

“Holy shit,” he breathes out again, eyes locked onto the ring. “This is really happening.”

“Yeah,” I say, not letting my confidence waver.

A sharp breath leaves him as his eyes leave me and he shakes his head, and my stomach drops. He’s going to say no… Fuck, it’s too soon. But then his face splits into a grin, and his watery eyes dart to me.

“Yes, Dominic.” His grin grows. “Yes, I will marry you.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief, but my lungs are barely empty before Mikah is tackling me. My back hits the floor, his hips straddling mine, and he’s kissing me like crazy. I grip the box in my hand as I wrap my arms around him, knowing that nothing in this world will ever make me let him go.

Mikah holds his hand up, turning it this way and that to get a look at the ring on his finger. We’re lying in bed, tangled together. After sucking my dick on the kitchen floor, I carried him upstairs, put the ring on his finger, then fucked him. I didn’t stop until he was begging for a break. He came three times.

Now, we’re showered, well-fucked, sated, but hungry because the food is still sitting on the table.

“I can’t believe we’re getting married,” he says wistfully.

“Well, you better believe it. You agreed to it.”

He leans over to kiss me, his hand pressing against my cheek.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

He turns onto his back again, holding his arm out straight to admire the ring.

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