Page 222 of Forever Never
She felt his feet digging into the mattress as he bucked and thrust erratically, trying to ride out both their orgasms.
“My Remi.” He said the words over and over again, continuing to thrust gently long after the aftershocks faded. Neither of them ready for it to end.
Long minutes later, Remi tore her gaze away from the ring on her finger. The stones were a delightful surprise. Tiny inset sapphires and fiery rubies glimmered around the diamond in the center.
“Brick?”
“Mmph?” He lifted his face out of the pillow and eyed her with a sleepy-eyed possessiveness.
“How are we supposed to tell our kids how you proposed?”
He gave her a devilish grin.
“I’ll ask you again when we’re fully clothed. This one was just for us.”
She sighed. “God, I love you.”
“You better. Because I distinctly remember telling you not to leave this house.” He gripped the curve of her ass just above a nasty bruise.
“You can’t seriously be ready for another round yet,” she said with a laugh. “Where does your testosterone come from? An invisible IV?”
He pinched her skin. “We’ll go to your parents. Eat. Tell everyone a G-rated version of the good news. And then when we come back, I’m going to make you apologize.”
“You dirty, dirty man.” She rolled over him and peppered his face with kisses.
“I’m all yours, Remington. For better or worse.”
“I think we just lived through the worse. Let’s go enjoy the better.”
Epilogue
Two months later
Brick frowned down at the planks of the side porch, wondering if he was wearing the paint off them.
What if this wasn’t what Remi had wanted? He tugged at his collar. A small backyard ceremony had sounded like a good idea at the time. It was easy to throw together. Neither of them wanted to wait, and the reception was at the Grand Hotel so there was still some fuss.
But what if she’d changed her mind? What if between having sex with him last night and putting her dress on this morning, she realized she didn’t want to marry him. What if—
“Psst!”
It was coming from above him on the second floor. Brick stepped off the porch and looked up to see Remi hanging out of a second-story window. Her face lit up when she spotted him.
“I’m not supposed to see you,” he called back, glancing over his shoulder toward the backyard where their closest friends and family were halfway shit-faced on Darius’s Wedded Bliss specialty drink.
“Then close your eyes.”
“What are you doing?” he demanded as she shimmied out onto the porch roof.
“I’m sneaking out,” she whispered back. She wadded the dress up around her waist and nimbly climbed off the roof, dangling her legs over the side in search of the porch’s banister, before he plucked her down.
She’d left her hair down in wild curls. Her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, green eyes sparkling. She looked like a mischievous fairy. Her dress was…Wow. She’d gone strapless with a fitted corset. There was lace and skin, which he liked very much. The full skirt billowed out in a pinky kind of wash, almost like watercolor.
“Wow,” he said out loud this time. There was no way he was lucky enough that this woman belonged to him.
She made a curtsy. “Thank you. You look pretty wow yourself.”
“If you run away, I’m just going to drag you back,” he warned her.
