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"Oh my God. Are you for real?" Sydney screams, grabbing my attention. Jumping out of the truck, with the dog in her arms, she jogs toward us.
Malik gently grabs my chin, bringing my attention back to him. "I love you, Vayda Wilder." Reaching into his cut, he pulls out a ring box, and Sydney squeals again. I want to do the same, but I hold it inside. "I love everything about you."
"Everything?" I raise my brow.
Malik stands. "Yes. Everything."
"You do realize what you're getting yourself into, right? I'm a lot to handle." I smirk, and without waiting, he slips the diamond ring on my finger. Lifting my hand, I stare at it. A round diamond, set on a delicate gold band. Elegant, yet understated. It is perfect.
"I know exactly what I am getting myself into," Malik states, slipping his arm around my waist, hovering his lips over mine. "Marry me, woman."
"Aunt Vayda, come on. Stop torturing him already," Sydney says dramatically, and Malik grins.
"Am I torturing you?" I smile back and throw my arms around his neck.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Yes," I give him my answer.
"Finally. You two are exhausting." Sydney sits the dog on the ground.
Malik pulls me close and cups my cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too." Then he kisses me.
Epilogue
WICK
Istare down at the envelope in my hands with an array of mixed feelings swarming in my gut. It's the same envelope Damien made me promise to give Vayda the night before he was killed. I remember that night like it was yesterday, and the look of peace that came over his face when I made my promise to see that his baby sister got it. Eleven years I have been keeping the last words Vayda will get from her brother safe. Today I will live out the last promise I made to my best friend.
A rap on the bedroom door draws my attention, and I look up to see Riggs standing in front of me. "Hey, brother. Your folks just pulled up with Mr. Wilder. It looks like everyone is here."
"Thanks, man. I'll be out shortly."
With a jerk of his chin, Riggs turns and stalks back down the hall. A few weeks ago, I proposed to Vayda. We had taken Sydney to visit her mom in Nevada, and, on the way back home, we stopped at Damien's grave. I'd been planning to ask Vayda to be my wife pretty much since the moment I made her mine.
After I asked her father's permission, I didn't have any grand surprise proposal in mind. Big parties and public displays are not Vayda's thing. They're not mine either. But then came that moment we were visiting Damien and it hit me. I knew that was the moment I needed to ask her to be mine forever. There was no grand gesture, no crowd sharing in our private moment. It was just me, Vayda, Damien and his daughter. The moment was perfect. With my best friend and his little girl as our witness, I dropped to one knee and asked the woman I am in love with to spend the rest of her life with me. Now here I am, moments away from marrying the woman who means everything to me.
Standing, I tuck the envelope into the pocket of my cut and go in search of my girl. Shuffling out of the room and down the hall, I come to the last bedroom at the back of Pop's house. The door is partially open, and the sight before me knocks the air from my lungs. Vayda is standing in front of the bedroom window, peering out into the backyard as our family gathers to share in our day. The warm summer breeze causes the sheer curtains to flutter around Vayda's body. The afternoon sun peeking through the window where a sun catcher hangs, casts a diamond-like glow on her skin. Vayda is a vision in delicate lace. She's wearing nothing but a white bra that cups her tits perfectly while allowing her hardened nipples to peek through the thin material. On her bottom half, a white thong that barely covers her pussy, and leaves her ass bare. She's pure temptation for my dick, which, at the moment, is straining against the zipper of my jeans.
"Are you going to stand there all day and admire my ass, or are you going to come in," Vayda sasses.
I push through the door and kick it shut with my booted foot. "I'm going to admire it, alright. I'm going to redden it with my mark as I bury my cock in your tight pussy."
Vayda turns away from the window, grins, and seductively sashays her way toward me, the sway of her hips, causing something primal to bubble in my gut. The moment she is within arm's length of me, I reach out and thread my hand through her hair, bringing her mouth to mine. I take her lips in a brutal kiss. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I growl. "Turn around and put your hands on the dresser."
Vayda doesn't hesitate to obey. She braces her palms against the edge of the dresser. Fisting the tiny scrap of material keeping me from what's mine, I tear the panties from her body. At the same time, I unbuckle my belt, pop the button on my jeans and release my cock. A hiss escapes her mouth when I rub the head of my dick through her wet slit, causing her to rock her hips back, seeking sweet relief. "Malik," she groans. "Fuck me already."
The words barely leave Vayda's mouth as I thrust forward with brutal force, burying my cock balls deep inside her pussy. "Fuuuck." My head lolls back, basking in the feel of what has to be the closest thing to heaven I'll ever experience. Not waiting for me to move, Vayda begins rocking her hips, fucking herself on my cock. I grin. "That's right, baby. Take what's yours. Fuck yourself on my cock." I bring my palm down on her ass, marking it.
"Malik, I'm close." Vayda's breaths come out in pants.
I place my hands on both sides of her hips and halt her movements as I pull out of her eager pussy. A whimper escapes her mouth at the loss of our connection. "Come here, baby. I want to look at you when you come." I grab Vayda's arm and twist her to face me. "Hop up." I lean down, gripping her ass in both hands. Vayda places her hands on my shoulders and wraps her legs around my waist as I take three strides until her back meets the wall, where I swiftly impale her wet as fuck pussy once more.
After several minutes of working her body in a steady rhythm, I start to feel the walls of her heat flutter around my length. Reaching between our bodies, I find her swollen clit and rub it with the pad of my thumb. "Come for me, baby."
Having no choice but to obey, Vayda's pussy clamps down around my cock as she comes undone, her cries of pleasure no doubt heard by everyone beyond the walls of this bedroom. With Vayda's pussy still spasming around my cock, triggering my own release, I let out a primal growl as I spill every last drop of my cum inside her.
