Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 8821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 44(@200wpm)___ 35(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 44(@200wpm)___ 35(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
“Marry me,” I ask as I keep giving her my dick. Hell, I’ll give her whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.
“What?” she gasps.
“Be my wife. My partner. My fucking forever,” I say punctuating each sentence with a thrust of my hips. Her eyes roll into the back of her head. Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she cries out, her pussy squeezing the life out of my dick. I fill her with my seed yet again and think of the babies we are going to have. Pulling out her, I move to the side and pull her close to me. “Are you going to answer me, Sarah?”
“You were serious?” she asks, her eyes opening wide.
“Of course. I want to spend my life with you. Do you want that?” I ask. Not that I’d take no for an answer, but she should have the semblance of a choice.
“Yes,” she says without hesitation. Leaning down, I kiss her again and feel like a motherfucking king.
“We are going to be so happy, Sarah. I swear it.”
“I know. I am so not ready to get out of bed. Though, I should probably make you some breakfast,” she says.
“What?” I ask confused.
“My mom always makes breakfast for my dad. My sister makes it for Eric. Isn’t that what I am supposed to do?”
“I don’t think so, but I don’t know either. My dad was a single father, so I don’t know about that stuff,” I tell her.
“What happened to your mom?” she asks, softly.
“They were never together. She had me and left me with my dad. He stepped up, took care of his responsibilities and I never felt like I was anything less than his whole world, even while he was out conquering it.”
“That’s lovely. I can’t wait to meet him,” she says.
“He’s out of town right now, but he has an annual Father’s Day barbeque. You’ll meet him then,” I tell her, once again pulling the covers around us.
“Ooh, that’ll be fun. I love barbeques.”
“Who doesn’t?” I ask, chuckling.
“More sleep, please,” she says.
Later in the day when we finally get out of bed, we cook dinner together. Our dinner conversation is light, and we can’t keep our hands off one another. After dinner, we do the dishes and take a shower together. Of course, that turns into more sex. We climb back into bed and lay there talking for hours, despite how exhausted we both are. We talk about any and everything, learning all we can about one other.
“You are my only,” she says.
“You are my only, too,” I reply, letting her know I was a virgin before last night.
“How the hell is that possible?”
“I was waiting.”
“What for?”
“My wife,” I reply simply because it's God's honest truth.
“I don’t know what to say,” she says.
“You don’t have to say anything, duchess. Nothing at all.”
“Okay. So, about that rodeo,” she says laughing.
“What rodeo?” I ask, confused.
“The rodeo will be in town next week and I want to go. You can meet my parents.”
“I’d like that.” It’s been a while since I’ve been to a rodeo but being from Montana there’s no way hell you’ve never been to one.
Meeting her father will prove beneficial because I realize I did this backwards. I’ll have to ask for his blessing after the fact. She snuggles into my chest and is soon asleep. I begin to drift off as well, ready for the rest of our lives.
Chapter Six
Sarah
A few days after he asked me to be his wife, he gave me a gorgeous engagement ring. It’s too big and too flashy for my tastes but I absolutely love it. I love that he picked it out on his own. I loved that he asked my dad for his blessing. I love that I'm going to be his wife. I've got so much love in my heart; I don't know what to do with myself. My parents have been home for a couple of weeks now, but they'll head back out after Christina's baby is born. Florida this time. We had a nice dinner at Rio's before heading back to his place. It's much larger than my apartment was. I pretty much moved in with him the next day. I've been using the time he's at work to figure out what to do. Basically, I've been cooking and cleaning Bennett's house and… I love it. The cleaning more than the cooking. I've been toying with the idea of becoming an organizational specialist, like the kind on those tv shows with people that hoard everything. I could do it. Nothing grosses me out and I think it would be fun. Now, I am about to meet his dad, and I am nervous as hell. When we get to his dad’s house, a gorgeous cabin on Lake George, I take a deep breath.