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“You gonna let me do that again soon?” I test.

She nods.

“You like me eating your pussy?”

Another shy nod.

Gorgeous.

“One of these days, I’m gonna fill you with my cum, too. You gonna let me do that?”

Nod.

“You like that idea?”

Nod.

“Might fill your mouth with cum, too, love. That work for you?” ’Cause I can’t help myself, I reach up and brush my thumbs over the nipples protruding through her band t-shirt.

A nod and slight shiver.

“You gonna marry me in twenty-three days then? Make me your old man, officially?” ’Cause I can’t wait to have them in my mouth, I play with her nipples a little more. Perfect size. Perfect everything.

Her “Yes,” comes out breathy.

“Good. That’s real fuckin’ good. Now, why don’t you lie your sexy self down beside me and rest for a bit?”

Together, we guide her form down next to mine. Resting on her side, I position her head on my pec and draw her arm across my ribs for a cuddle, far enough from my stitches it won’t be an issue.

“Rest.” I peck her forehead and nuzzle my nose there. “I’ve got you.”

Eyes sinking shut, Kit yawns as if she hasn’t slept in days. Maybe she hasn’t.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispers, absentmindedly tracing circles on my ribs with a single finger.

“I’m glad we’re okay.”

Her cute, noncommittal sound is all I get before my woman drifts off. For hours, I nap alongside her. At some point, I wake to Big draping a blanket over Kit’s exposed bottom half. Not even that rouses her.

“Thanks, brother. She’s tired,” I mutter to him, offering a sleepy, appreciative smile.

Standin’ beside my bed, freshly showered and shaven, Big chuckles. “I figured, after her livin’ in the waitin’ room the past couple’a days and that loud as fuck show you just put on for the entire hospital.”

Eh. What can I say? My woman comes like a champ and I’m not gonna apologize for it.

“I asked her to marry me, and she said yes,” I announce.

He grins. “Congrats, brother.”

“Thanks. ’Cause you’re the best man, and we’re doin’ it on the compound in twenty-three days.” Figured it’s best he knows now than when I break outta this joint. The doc said I could go home tomorrow or the day after. A few extra hours to let it sink in will do him good. Big ain’t keen on weddings. Never has been. He shows up because it’s required, but he’s never liked the legal ball-and-chain ordeal. Before Kit, I wasn’t keen on dating, much less anything else. People change.

Prez’s head shakes in a fun blend of I-wanna-murder-your-ass and you’re-lucky-I-love-you. “Christ. Alright. Fine. As long as I ain’t gotta plan the thing or wear a tux,” he growls.

“No tux. No plannin’. We’ll leave that up to the sisters.”

“Not the sisters. You mean, Bink… Fuck. That’s all I’m gonna hear about for the next three weeks. Wedding shit. I hate you right now.” He flicks my shoulder in retribution.

Not wanting to wake Kit, I curb a laugh and deliver a bright, toothy smile instead, ya know, for Big’s benefit. “You’ll get over it.” To further drive him up the wall, I bounce my eyebrows for effect.

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