time to unclog the emotion from my fucking throat. “Fuck yes,” I reply as I pull away and break the kiss. “Fuck yes, I’ll marry you.” It takes until this moment to realize my pride hasn’t reared. A woman just proposed to me and I feel nothing but pure excitement—bliss.
“I love you so much,” she whispers, taking my undershirt in her cool hands.
“I love you. I always have and I always will.” I kiss her nose and both of her cheeks. Her gray eyes leak with emotion, so I kiss away her tears.
This is the moment I’ll remember for the rest of my life. The moment I hold everything that truly matters. The moment I realize that my entire life guided me here. That it was all for her.
That everything has unquestioningly, always been for her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Morganna
MY PLAN WORKED. He said yes—not that I anticipated a “no,” but I’m ecstatic just the same. It counts as one of the biggest victories in my life. As far as I can tell, his pride is still intact, which was my only concern. I couldn’t stand another single second passing where he wondered if he’d always play second fiddle to my past. To Stone. Happily evers are different from happily ever afters. You can have both: sometimes with the same person or perhaps it’s with two different people. Maybe it’s different people with the same soul. Stone got one. Steven got the other.
Nothing will replace my love for Stone. My heart expanded to make room for two great loves. After I finished worrying about what it meant to love two people at the same time, everything became less complicated. I could live life without regrets or fears.
Kneeling in our bedroom face to face, surrounded by boxes with frames leaning against walls, his hands caressing my back, I’ve never felt so at home—so complete. Buying this slice of my old life gave me a piece of the old, non-scorned, un-weathered by life Morganna. I rounded the corner of bitter bitch, who takes what she wants regardless of cost, and changed into the person I always thought I was to begin with. There are people in the world that force you to change and then there are those that invoke a change without you even realizing what has happened.
“I’m going to make love to you now,” Steven rasps into my ear, one of his hands stroking between my legs. Petting me gently, but with firm purpose. “Because I’m going to marry the shit out of you.” I sigh a noise of complete contentment.
I let my hands glide up his torso to his freshly shaven face and then I take a step back on my knees toward our palatial mattress on the floor. He grins, then pounces, softly tackling me onto my back.
“A take-down from your knees, too. You’re so strong,” I say, clinging to his biceps. He responds by smashing his lips against mine and grinding his massive cock between my legs. I’m wet and ready. My desire finally matching the insane love I have for Steven. Now, there’s nothing left to do but sit back and enjoy the ride.
Thrusting against me softly, he asks, “Are you sure? I know better than to question your decisions, but I have to ask.”
How to tell him that I’ve never been surer of anything?
“I’m positively sure of two things right now. One being that marrying you is exactly what I want, and the second being you need to remove your pants so we can get down to business.” He unfastens my bra easily with one hand while unbuttoning his pants with the other. Reaching down I feel him, long and thick. He slides out of his pants and rests on top of me, the tip of his dick nestled at my wet entrance.
Cradling my face in his hands, he says, “You know I’ll never get used to this. You. Being mine.” His right hand strays from my face and grazes the side of my body until his fingertips rest on top of my tattoo. It was a huge leap of faith, a chance I wouldn’t usually take—especially because I’m conservative with my skin. For the approval reflecting in Steven’s eyes, it was worth every additional letter. I would do it a million times over.
“I wasn’t sure it would be enough,” I admit. “It took me such a long time to come around—to actually open my eyes and see what’s always been in front of me. You have more