Forbidden Bride - Penny Wylder Page 0,51

focus. She messes up a couple times, but mostly stays on track.

Her pussy feels so good that I’m almost not sure that I’ll make it to zero either, but I’m determined. Even when I’m slamming into a heavenly inferno.

“Fifteen, fourteen, please Tristan I can’t make it.”

“Keep counting,” I grit out.

Her words stat to blend one into the other, “Fivefourthreetwoone.” And then she lets go, screaming out a climax that I can feel, shaking in my arms. She floods over my cock and I don’t stop moving inside her, watching the aftershocks quake through her.

She lets her head fall forward onto my shoulder, and I release her hands, catching her around the waist and carrying her to the bed where I lay her out and only slip out of her long enough to shed my clothes and slip back into her.

I love the sight of her below me, eyes glazed with pleasure, shining with sweat and the remains of her orgasm. This is Nicola. My forever.

It doesn’t take long for me to find my pleasure again, driving into her hard and fast until I’m on the edge. I feel myself tip over into the electric sizzle of climax, and I pull out, spilling myself over her tits and stomach, wanting to see the evidence painted on her skin. She moans again, watching me, and like she’s reading my thoughts, dips her fingers in my cum and lifts it to her lips, greedily licking her fingers clean and swallowing.

“I love you,” I tell her. “So much.”

She smiles. “And I love you.”

“For the record, if you want the roles reversed, I’m happy to do that too.”

Nicola blushes and looks away. “I’ll think about that. But I like it when you get bossy.”

“And I love it when I can make you squirm just with my words.”

I leave her for only a moment, grabbing a wet washcloth from the bathroom and helping her clean up a little. She’s still lying limp on the bed, but she’s smiling. “Are you all right?”

“I’m prefect,” she says.

“And,” I hesitate. “Are we okay?”

Nicola reaches out and takes my hand. “Do you really think we could have just done that if we weren’t?”

“I need to ask anyway.”

“We’re okay,” she whispers.

“In that case,” I pull her so that she’s sitting up beside me on the edge of the bed, “I have one more thing that we need to figure out.”

“What’s that?”

I find the small box in the pocket of my discarded pants. “You told me that you couldn’t marry me if you didn’t have answers. You have answers now.” I kneel in front of her, and it seems appropriate that we’re both naked—nothing at all between us. “I love you more than life itself, and so I want to ask you again if you’ll be my wife?”

Tears flood her eyes and she leans forward to kiss me. “Yes. Absolutely,” she says. “It broke me to say no.”

I slip the ring onto her finger, and it sparkles in the light. It fits her finger perfectly, and my heart swells seeing that physical symbol of our relationship. Wrapping my arms around her, I press my forehead to her chest. Four years has led to this, and it couldn’t be more perfect.

“Can I ask you something?” she says.

“Anything. Always.”

Nicola swallows. “I know that you just gave me a drawer.”

I grin. “I did do that.”

“I was wondering if you’d be willing to do...more than that?” She’s looking down at her hands and fidgeting with her fingers, so I reach out and grab the glasses of wine and give one to her.

“More how?”

She takes a big sip of that wine, and sits silent for a moment. “As soon as we tell my parents...I hope it goes well, but we don’t know. But regardless, I don’t really want to be living in my parents basement while engaged to my father’s best friend.” Her words get faster, and she doesn’t notice the huge smile on my face. “If you think it’s too fast or whatever I’ll find my own place but—”

“Move in with me,” I tell her.

“Really?” The hope in her voice breaks me a little.

“Hell yes. If we could I would move you in here tomorrow so I don’t have to wake up another morning without you right here.”

Nicola tries to hide the fact that she’s tearing up, but I still notice. I pull her into my lap and hold her. It’s a comfortable silence as we drink our wine, steeped in the knowledge that things are