Page 115 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
"I love you too. I'm moving in, by the way. I don't want to hear anything about it. It's time." I slid my hand down to the soft wet curls at the junction of her thighs and pressed my thumb to her clit as she moaned loudly.
Her nails dug into my chest as she moved forward and hovered above me, her body tight and warm. I wanted to stay in bed all day with her, but I knew she wanted to get a few things done for the holidays.
"I'm gonna come," she muttered roughly.
"Good. Me too." I ran my hands down her arms and pulled her flush against me before gripping her ass and pulling at her tender flesh, forcing her to pump her hips faster.
She surprised me by turning her head and pressing her lips to mine as we came together. It was hot, attentive, loving.
I groaned as she rolled off of me and dropped down on the bed beside me, her large breasts bouncing as I glanced over.
"God, you're hot." I rolled onto my side and ran my hand down her stomach. "Marry me, Becca. Let's stop playing around, baby. I need you beside me forever."
She glanced over at me and smirked. "We've been together for nine months, and you're twelve years younger than me. We're not getting married until we're sure about everything."
I reached for her as aggravation built in my chest. She got up and walked to the bathroom, wagging her hot ass and making me rethink the decorating thing. I wanted more time with her.
"Sure about everything how?" I ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes. My heart was going to beat its way out of my damn chest if I wasn't careful.
"We're not having the conversation again." She closed the door behind her, effectively cutting me off. She was wrong. We were having it. Soon, and I'd be on one knee the next time I brought it up. My pride could take the hit if she said no, but I was done dicking around.
My age had little to do with it.
Now to get her to see it that way.
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"This look all right?" I leaned back a little as she yelped.
"Don't lean back too far. You're going to fall off the ladder." She reached up and gripped the back of my calf as I balanced on the ladder in the front of the house. The lights were almost up. Just a few more adjustments.
"I am not, silly woman." I glanced up and reached to adjust one more light. "There. Looks good. Move back and see if we're done."
She huffed, but moved back. "Yeah. It looks great. Hey, my mom's coming to dinner tonight. You don't have to stay if you don't want to."
I got down and walked toward her. "You want me to stay?"
She wrapped her arms around me and smiled. "She's a little overbearing. She's a southern woman that loves everyone and wants grandchildren really badly, so it's up to you."
"I want kids too. I'm thinking we might get along well." I nipped at her nose. "Maybe we'll gang up on you and force you to stop clamming up every time I start talking about marriage."
She crinkled up her cute little nose. "Maybe you shouldn't be here when she is. Might be dangerous. You two will have my entire future planned out before I can blink twice."
"Very true. I'd just let her plan it and make sure to insert myself at every junction." I kissed her a few times and ran my hands down her back to the top of her rear. "How long do we have before your mom gets here?"
She laughed and swatted at my chest. "Not long at all. Come on. Let's start working on dinner and I can start a fire."
I released her and smirked as she walked off. "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to cook and I'm supposed to start the fire."
"You don't want that. I promise," she called over her shoulder before walking into the house.
"Is your father not coming?" I walked toward the house, figuring she didn't hear me as she didn't answer. I found her in the kitchen, working to open a wine bottle and fighting with it. "Let me do that."
"Thank you." She handed it to me and crossed her arms over her chest. "My father died when I was younger, but my stepfather has been with us forever. He's my father as far as I'm concerned."
"All right. Is he coming?" Something about not knowing about her dad dying left me feeling a little cheated, but I forced the feeling away. It was stupid. We had our whole lives to unwrap each other, and it wasn't all going to happen in the first year.
"No. Just my mom. He usually helps out a lot at the homeless shelter this time of year." She got down three glasses. "Now look, I'm serious about my mom being a little overbearing. She's going to want to know all about us."
