Page 221 of Forever Never
She wriggled against his shoulder, biting her lip as arousal swept through her.
“Where are we going?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Back to bed.”
“There’s a picnic at my parents’. We’re supposed to be there at six.”
He didn’t acknowledge any of her speech. Instead, he took the stairs two at a time and carted her back to the bedroom and unceremoniously tossed her on the bed. She bounced once, laughing.
And then he shoved down his pants, and she wasn’t laughing anymore. Brick grabbed her feet and spread them wide.
She felt alive, excited, adrenalized. Loved.
He climbed onto the bed between her thighs, his erection thick and hard. With one swift thrust of his hips, he slammed into her, holding at the bottom until she writhed and relaxed around him. When the final inches slid into her, he paused, holding himself over her, buried to the hilt.
She locked her legs around his hips as he stole her breath.
When he didn’t start to move, she opened one eye and then the other.
“Remington,” he said, his voice serious.
“What?”
Grimacing, he went down on one elbow and reached for the nightstand drawer.
“It’s a little late for a condom, buddy,” she gasped.
But the object he held between his fingers wasn’t a foil packet. It was a ring. Stunning brushed gold with the sparkle of multicolored gemstones.
“Marry me,” he rasped.
She felt her mouth fall open. “Oh. My God.” He shifted his weight, this time moving inside her. “Oh my God,” she repeated for different reasons. Her inner muscles were contracting around him, greedy for more. Needing to find fulfillment with him yet again.
“Say yes,” he demanded. “Say you’ll be my wife. Say we’ll figure out the family thing. That you’ll give me a lifetime. That you’ll let me keep you safe.”
She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, feel the tension in his trembling muscles as he held himself back from rutting into her like she knew his instincts demanded.
She gave him the only answer possible. “Yes,” she whispered, closing around his thick shaft as she said it. “Yes, Brick.”
He groaned and pulled out before sinking back into her. “Mine,” he whispered as he lunged into her. “My wife.”
“Yes, Brick!” She dug her nails into his shoulder, trying to hold him closer to her. “Yours.”
“Can’t hold back,” he whispered.
“Don’t, Brick. Don’t hold back.”
His body became a machine that pistoned into her, rocking her into a state of arousal so consuming she didn’t think she’d survive the finale.
“Can’t stop,” he groaned against her neck. “Need you.”
She held on tight, and as he powered into her body, she prepared for the detonation. They were so close. So in tune. They could have missed out on this. But they’d found their way to each other.
His grunts, timed with each thrust, told her he was close. And God, so was she.
“Brick. Now! Please!”
He surged into her and held, angling her hips higher. She came apart around him just as she felt him tense. His entire body froze like granite as his release erupted inside her. The heat of it dazzled her. Their orgasms mixing like colors on a palette creating something new and wonderful.
