Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 26(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 26(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
He has no idea what he does to me and honestly, I never believed in love at first sight before, but I do now.
“Move in with me,” he growls, and all I can do is nod.
I figure I have the rest of my life to get to know him.
Epilogue
Curtis
One Week Later
I ordered my girl something special from her favorite place. It took some time, but it finally arrived today. You don’t know how many times I wanted to ask her to marry me over the last week. On the second day I knew her, I went to a jewelry store and bought her a rose gold engagement ring with a solitaire diamond. Also on that day she moved into my house in the Marigny neighborhood. It’s a three-bedroom cottage. She made herself right at home in my kitchen. I just bought the place last year. It’s the only room in the house to be updated. She loves it and it always smells like cinnamon and vanilla now.
Thanksgiving is tomorrow and it’s the perfect time to ask her to be mine forever. My parents think I’m crazy. Naomi thinks I’m crazy. Only Audrey is in my corner, but I don’t care. It may very well be crazy but she’s mine. Yesterday, today, tomorrow and every day after that, it doesn’t matter. She’s mine and I’m hers.
When I get home from work, I come in carrying the package that I had delivered to the restaurant. When I placed the order, they were very accommodating, and I know that I got the very thing she loves. Opening it, I set it on the counter. “Will you marry me?” is iced onto a large sheet of shortbread.
“What’s that?” Keitha asks, coming into the kitchen from the
bedroom. Her curly hair is pulled back into a ponytail. She looks amazing in one of my t-shirts and I’d be willing to bet that she’s wearing nothing else.
“Come and see,” I say holding my hand out to her. Just like
every time before she takes my hand quickly.
“Shortbread? I just got my order two days ago.”
“Read it,” I urge gently.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she squeals, jumping into my
arms.
“No, baby. I am completely serious. I need to be your husband. Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the
world?
“Yes. Is this even a real question?” I untangle her from my arms
and drop to one knee in front of her. I pull the ring from my pocket, open the box, and show it to her. She holds out her hand and I slide it onto her finger.
“Thank you, baby.”
“What for?” she asks, staring at the ring I just put on her.
“Being mine.” She smiles at me sweetly and I must have her now. I lift her up onto the island in the kitchen and pull my shirt over her head. I pull my pants open and my very hard dick seeks entrance into her pussy, but I need a taste first. I am always hungry for her. I drag my finger through her wetness first. “Are you always wet for me?”
“Who else would I be wet for?” she moans.
“Better not be wet for anyone else, Keitha. Not now, not ever.”
“I’m not. Only you.”
I slide my fingers into her pussy and jerk them around, until she’s so wet, I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. I pull my fingers from her and suck them into my mouth, groaning at the taste.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I growl.
“Stop teasing me, fuck me, Curtis. Fuck me now,” she demands.
Never needing to be told twice, I drag her ass to the edge of the counter and slam into her while holding her hips down. She’s so much smaller than I am, I feel like I am manhandling her, but she seems to like it.
I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with this woman right here. She’s mine and no one can take her from me.
The next day, we have Thanksgiving with my family first who all welcome her with open arms. Then we head to her parents’ house who welcome me into their home and their family.
I am ready to spend the rest of my life with this woman and the family we’re going to make.
Epilogue
Keitha
Eight Years Later
He got me pregnant, almost immediately. The man just can’t stop fucking me and I’ll never stop allowing it. I wasn’t surprised that I was pregnant, and neither was Curtis, but now we have a seven-year-old son, Curtis junior; a five-year-old daughter, Kendra; and three-year-old twins, Kyle and Keith. We’ve gotten a bigger house, bigger cars but we are still the same. The Bakery and Curtis’ restaurant are both doing so well. I have a full staff. I have been blessed in my life and I know that is due in part to the love of a good man. A good man and God.