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“And add tattoos.”
“I love them. They’re a feast for my eyes. You hardly have any bare skin left.”
“I’m saving a little to get tattoos that represent our kids.”
“What will we name them?” she asks with a smile.
“Well, if I’m the stars and you’re the moon, maybe we should name them for the daytime.”
“I love that idea.”
“Yeah?”
She nods.
“Then let’s get you cleaned up and fed, my wife to be. Making babies takes a lot of sex I’m told.”
I roll off her as she giggles. “I don’t even have my ring yet, mister.”
“Ah. The most important part.”
I rush to the bathroom where I left my jeans, grab the pouch from my pocket then walk back into the room and drop to my knee in front of her, holding out a diamond solitaire on a gold band. “Luna. I want you for my wife.”
With a smile that lights up her eyes and spreads from ear to ear, she squeals as she holds out her hand. “I’m going to be Derek Star’s wife,” she yells. So loud even the gods can hear it.
I laugh as I slide the diamond on her finger. It fits.Fuck yes, I love her so much it hurts.
Luna
The sweet song of birds wakes me earlier than normal. There’s a smile on my face and an ache between my legs, and a big burly man in my bed. Last night, every one of my dreams came true. The only man I’ve ever wanted returned for me, transported me to heaven and gave me a whole new world. The problem with a family business is the expectations placed on future generations. I never wanted to spend my life working in a dusty old diner listening to fifties melodies and cleaning up half eaten burgers before emptying lard traps. I feel like I’ve been covered in a coat of oil my entire life. Out here in this cabin in the woods, I feel fresh and new. I feel hope and I feel love. Big love. The best kind of love there is—the love of a soulmate.
“Morning, angel.” Derek shifts in the bed next to me, the taut muscles in his back rippling with his movement. He’s so beautiful, and he’s mine. All mine.
“Morning, my king.”
He rolls over to his back and slides a hand over my stomach on his way toward my ass. “Your king, huh?” He pulls me until I’m lying on top of him, his hard cock pressing against my core.
“Oh yeah. You’re my king. I worship you.” I rock my hips over his length, leaning down and kissing him without restraint or trepidation.
“Worship?” He grins. “I like this.”
“Have I told you how much I loveyourchest?” I whispered, running my fingers over the moon and the star and the cloudscape that spreads across his pecs and fades into a dream catcher that feathers out over his abs then blends into a skull and a praying angel.
“You have now.” He smiles, his hands resting against my hips, fingers pressing into my flesh.
Sliding back, I run my tongue down the line between his pecs. “Everything about you is delectable.”
“I could say the same about you.”
I grin and lower myself to the floor, resting on my knees in front of him. With my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, I smile up at him and let my eyes take in the size of his cock, standing proudly before me, the tip glistening. “Can you teach me how to do this?” I ask, taking it in my hands and stroking its length.
He groans softly, resting on his elbows, watching me. “That feels pretty fucking great to me. Lick it, suck it. Just don’t bite it and we’re gold.”
“Hmm. No teeth. Got it.”
Flicking my tongue across the tip, I taste his salt. I can smell his arousal as well as my own sex on his skin. Something about it makes my desire pool between my legs. My clit throbs.
“Suck it,” he commands.
