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Dosia licked her lips. “And the club?”
“What about them?”
“You haven’t introduced me to them yet.”
From her expression, she looked unsure of herself, almost chagrined. Fuck that. “Dosia, get that look off your face right now,” he snapped. “I am not, nor have I ever been ashamed of you. Keeping you away from them was solely aboutmeand my selfish desire to claim all your time.”
She bit her lip again. “Really?”
“Really,” he confirmed.
Dosia stared down at him, and then, by some miracle, she nodded.
Pumpkin’s eyebrows lifted as his heart leapt, but he didn’t want to make any assumptions. He needed to hear her words. “You’ll marry me?”
“Yes,” she said with a smile. “I’ll marry you.”
Pumpkin grabbed her face and kissed her with all the love in his body. He delved into her mouth with his tongue, staking his claim. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.
When they broke apart for air, Pumpkin held her forehead to his. “In sickness and in health, for richer or poorer?” he asked.
She nodded, still gasping for breath.
“Good, because my leg seized up and I’m going to need help standing.”
Dosia pulled back, her eyes wide with worry. “Oh no!” She leapt to her feet. “How can I help?”
Pumpkin worked his right leg under him again, hoping to take his weight off of his left leg. “Let me get over to the bed.” Dosia guided him forward a few shuffled knee-steps until he was able to brace his upper body onto the mattress. She moved behind his left side as he hiked his right leg up once more, using the bed to balance, and then placed his weight on his right foot. His back and hips protested the action, making his body shake and his movements jerky. “You know,” he gasped out as his ass slowly started to rise up, “if I was into pegging, this would be the perfect position.”
Dosia gasped and slapped his shoulder.
“Ow!” he complained. “Woman, I’m already injured!”
“That’s what you get for getting down on one knee,” she scolded, putting her hands on his hips to help guide him. “What were you thinking?”
“I was trying to be romantic,” he bit out. Tucking his shoulder, he more or less flopped onto the mattress on his back. It was the best he could do right then. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he lifted his head to see Dosia staring unimpressed down at him. “No take backs,” he warned, gasping.
“I don’t see a ring on this finger,” she said evilly, holding up her bare, left ring finger.
Pumpkin waved her off. “I’ll take you and the kids shopping tomorrow. Then we’ll get Frankie to watch them so I can take you on your thousand dollar date. We need to pick up a pregnancy test too.”
Dosia crawled onto the bed next to him. “It might still be too early to take one.”
Pumpkin shrugged. Lifting his head, he realized he was at the wrong angle to see the baby monitor. “Kids asleep?”
Dosia twisted, looking over her shoulder. “Yeah.”
“You wanna…?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Really?” Dosia asked back, unimpressed. “‘You wanna’ is how you’re going to ask me to have sex with you?”
“Well, do you?” he challenged brazenly.
She gave his body a once over. “Canyou?”
Pumpkin never got his pants unbuttoned so fast in his life. The seam at the bottom of his zipper almost ripped at his swift movement. His erection tented his boxer briefs, and he lowered them down below his balls. Free, his dick slapped against his navel, leaving behind a splatter of precum.
Then he turned back to Dosia with a smug smile on his face.
