cock by the night’s end.”
She holds up her small handbag. “Don’t worry. I can reapply it when I need to.”
My cock twitches at the thought. “Fuck, Rocky. You make it hard to be around you.”
“Nice pun,” she tells me. I escort her to the passenger side and close her in. Passing in front of the truck, I discreetly adjust myself. I climb behind the wheel. “Are you ready for tonight?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re going to meet my parents and a slew of other family members. Does that make you nervous?”
She shrugs. “I guess it depends on whether or not you’d break up with me if they don’t like me.”
“Are you kidding? I don’t care if anyone besides me likes you.”
“Then I’m not nervous.”
“Good. There’s no reason to be.
I remove two champagne filled flutes from a passing waiter’s tray and hand one off to Roxanne. “I want to make a toast.” I take a minute to compose my thoughts. “To you and me and our future. Whatever it may bring, I hope we find our way together.”
She taps her glass to mine. “I’ll drink to that.” We both swallow a mouthful of the champagne. “It’s really thoughtful of your parents to throw this engagement party for Rex and Dani.”
“My mom has been waiting a long time for this day to come. She’s probably been planning it for years.”
She laughs. “Just the same, I know it’ll mean the world to Dani.”
“There’s the happy couple now. Let’s go say hello.” Clasping her hand, we walk side by side across the small banquet room. Scanning the immediate area, I notice almost every man’s eyes on Roxanne. Simultaneously, I feel angry and proud. I’m with the most stunning woman in the room, and she’s going home with me. I’m a lucky guy. The luckiest.
Dani steps forward to hug Rocky while I shake Rex’s hand and slap him on his back.
“This is quite the party,” Roxanne says.
“It sure is,” Dani replies, looking a bit shell shocked.
“Have you seen Larsen or Jack?” Rex asks.
“Not yet. Larsen probably has a work emergency,” I droll. Rex and I have a good chuckle over it.
“Jack told me he might be late. Not sure why, but at least he gave me a heads up,” Rex mentions.
“Hey, everyone,” Violet joins our group, and the girls exchange hugs.
“How’s it going, Violet?” I ask.
“Good, thanks.”
“Any idea why Larsen is late?” Rex inquires.
She looks at him like he’s grown a second head. “Why would I know where your brother is?”
“No reason. Just throwing it out there,” Rex explains.
“Why don’t you and I dance for a little while,” I suggest to Roxanne.
“You dance?” She seems surprised.
“The best way to find out is to take me up on my request.”
“You’re on.” We move to the middle of the dance floor and I draw her close, cradling her hand in mine. My other hand rests on the middle of her lower back. Slowly swaying to Paul McCartney’s distinct voice singing “My Love,” I can't help but be grateful to have Roxanne in my life. As much as I like having her to myself, it’s amazing to be around all these people. I like showing her off. I’m proud to be with her.
I press my lips to her temple. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”
Her fingertips caress the back of my neck just above my dress shirt collar. “Me too. If someone had told me you and I would be in this exact spot on this date, I would’ve thought they needed to be committed.”
I grin. “I wouldn’t have doubted them. I knew you were the woman for me the moment I saw you.”
“Pfft, sure. You mean the woman for that night.”
“No, that’s not true. I’m not saying I wouldn’t have fucked you that night given the opportunity, but I always knew you’d be more than a casual fling.”
“And you pursued me anyway?”
“Does that surprise you?” I ask.
She nods. “Somewhat. Didn’t the idea of being with only one person scare you?”
“No. I’ve always hoped for you, but the time wasn’t right until now.”
“That’s really sweet. I think I always hoped for you too, but I was afraid it would never happen for me.”
“Well it did, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”
“Ditto.”
We continue dancing until Roxanne tells me her feet need a rest. I guess that’s the price women pay for wearing such sexy shoes, and thank God they do. I’m starting to think I have a high heel fetish. Or maybe I just have a Roxanne