Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“I love you so much that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Her breath stalled in her chest, and I reached into my pocket for the ring I’d been carrying with me since that horrible day with the tornado that changed our lives.
“I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.” I circled my hands around her chest, grabbing the hand that was lying flat against the door, and slowly slipped the cold ring onto her finger. “I want to make more beautiful babies with you.” I inhaled, loving the scent of her hair. “And I want to move into a house that you and I both love. I want to show you how a real man treats his woman. I want to show you each and every day how much you mean to me.”
I paused long enough to let my words sink in.
“Will you be my wife, Angie?”
Her breathing became ragged and I felt a splash of tears on my forearm.
“Yes.”
I’d like to say at this point we didn’t cross a line.
But I’d be lying.
The moment she said yes, my control slipped.
As did my cock, slipping right out of my pants.
And yep, her sweats slipped to the ground, too.
Sure enough, my cock slipped right inside her tight, wet heat.
Filled her up so completely that it was like I was made for her, and she was made for me.
“I love you,” I groaned. “So fucking much.”
She bit down on my forearm as I started to fuck her faster.
The door we were using to brace ourselves was solid, thank God, and only shook slightly when I fucked her hard.
So I kept it nice and fast, but kept the pounding to a minimum even though every cell in my body demanded that I take her hard. Plant my seed inside of her deeply so it could take root.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she moaned, her face pressed against the glass window that looked out to the hallway beyond.
No, it likely wasn’t.
Did either one of us stop?
Hell no.
I fucked her, making her moan, and pressed her face even harder against the window as I started to lose control.
The sheer wrongness of doing it where someone might see was enough to make my cock practically scream for release.
And I did the moment she started to ripple around me.
“Uhhh,” I grunted as I released inside of her, filling her completely. Marking her with me.
Her head moved to the side, and I dropped my stubbled face down to hers, placing a light kiss on her lips that the position would barely allow.
It was enough for now, though.
“I love you,” I breathed. “Did you say yes yet?”
She started giggling.
“Was me letting you have your way with me in a classroom that I spent a lot of my last four years in not enough of an answer?” she teased.
I withdrew from her body, my eyes automatically going down to where we’d been connected.
My come leaked down her thighs, and I had an irrational urge to do it exactly like that every damn day before we parted ways.
“You’re a perv,” she said, bending down to lift her pants back up over her perfect ass.
“Weren’t you the one who said you liked my Italian stallion ways?” I crowded her once again, pressing my still hard cock into her backside once again.
She pushed me away with her butt and turned, looking into my eyes for long moments until she was satisfied with whatever she saw there.
“Yes, my answer is yes.”
My smile filled my face.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”
Chapter 23
Your pants won’t be too tight if you don’t wear any.
-Diet Tip
Angie
I should’ve known the moment wouldn’t last.
It never did.
Not when I had a man like Troy as an ex.
“You ready for this, girl?” one of the girls I was graduating with asked.
I looked over at Etta and smiled. She was a nice girl. All of twenty-two and green at life, but I loved her attitude. She always smiled and didn’t have a negative bone in her body. Which was a good trait to have. There weren’t many people at all in this world that could honestly say they liked everybody.
“I am,” I confirmed.
She was a nice girl, and I wish I’d had her in my class for my entire nursing school stint. She was a smart cookie and actually a lot of fun to talk to.
She was a hoot.
She grinned at me, and I held my elbow out for her to take.
“Did your parents make it?” I asked as I pulled her with me to the door.
She shook her head.
“They couldn’t get away,” her lips turned down in a frown. “I think the real reason is that they couldn’t afford it, and they don’t want to admit it.”
I frowned. “Do you…”