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Soon, our makeout session has gotten hot and heavy, and our clothes are shed. Luckily, we’ve started keeping lube in the coffee table drawer. When I have him prepped, I thrust inside, making us both groan loudly.
“God,” he says. “I willneverget used to that. So good. Never.”
“I hope you’realwaysused to it,” I say. “Because I hope to do it every chance I can.”
I do an experimental out-and-in, and when I can tell that he’s able to handle it, I start fucking him for real.
“I love how you do this,” he whispers. “It’s the same as when you hit a nail, with precision and no wasted effort.”
That makes me chuckle. “If you’re this coherent, I need to do better.” I pull out, slap his hip and help turn him over, then enter him from behind.
“I love it this way,” Shelby gasps. “I love when you take what you want from me. I love the fact that I can give it to you.”
“I will always give you what you need,” I promise. I yank him up so he’s kneeling and flush with me, which makes my thrusts shallower. Also faster. This is the perfect position to make him blow, since I’m rubbing against his prostate over and over and over again.
I reach around to stroke him, and he orgasms fast but long, the pleasure of it running through him in waves I can see as well as feel.
A few more thrusts—less precise than before—and I’m coming, too, my pulsing dick filling Shelby and making my movements messy and wet.
Then I lean forward, finding his lips, and kiss him deep, not withdrawing until my spent cock slips out of his body. Fluid drips down the inside of my leg, and I love it because it feels like he belongs to me.
And now I know for sure he’s mine.
We collapse on the rug, which I know I’ll have to clean. But right now, nothing matters other than the two of us.
“You mean it?” I ask.
He knows me so well, he doesn’t ask what. “Yeah. I love you. I want to marry you—er, stay married to you. I want to be with you forever. Can we do that?”
“Yes, please.”
I kiss him softly as our breathing evens out. “What kind of wedding to you want to have? Something on the beach or in the forest?”
“Hmm. I haven’t really thought about what my real wedding would be.” Shelby grins. “Actually, I think my fantasy wedding would be eloping with the man I love to the clerk’s office.”
“Since we did that already, do you want to take some time to plan, so you can do all kinds of wedding crafts? Would that be fun? I’ll help,” I say.
“And this is why I love you. Because you know me, support me, and want me to have the things that make me happy. Of course I’ll marry you. As many times as you want. I’m yours, with no expiration date.”
CHAPTER28
Shelby
On a weekend afternoon in late December, I roll up my pant legs and step with bare feet onto the cool sand. Cam finishes cuffing his suit pants in turn and follows me onto the beach, also barefoot.
“You ready?” he murmurs, clasping my hand.
“So ready.”
“Then let’s do this.”
I grin. “Let’s do thisagain.” Before we start walking, I pause to gaze at Cam for a moment, processing how lucky I am. The breeze ruffles his hair, and he looks dashing in a dark suit and tie. As for me, I’m wearing the same clothes I wore for our wedding last summer—the flowered shirt and blue suit.
Here I am with this absolute dreamboat, a man who has proved that he would throw himself in harm’s way for me, and he’s agreeing one more time to be mine forever. I’m the happiest person on the planet.
The soft love reflected in his dark eyes tells me he’shonoredto be with me, that our union is something he wants, too. That he’s happy to be with me, perhaps almost as much as I’m happy being with him.
While I’m a work in progress, he’s beginning to help me see that I deserve nice things. Like him.
