Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
He flips the box open and reveals a huge oval sapphire ring, diamonds encircling the main stone.
“It’s like your grandpa’s Fabergé egg,” he says, taking it out of the box.
My face is contorted as I start to ugly cry. All I can do is nod, my throat tight with emotion. He slides the ring onto my finger and it’s a perfect fit.
Then he stands and picks me up, carrying me over to the bed. He kisses me as we lie down, his knee between my thighs. The scent of roses is everywhere as he pulls off my shirt, unfastens my bra, and takes one of my nipples in his mouth.
I moan softly, fisting his tie to pull his body closer to mine. As things heat up, I loosen the knot of his tie and pull it over his head, tossing it aside, and then start working on the buttons of his shirt. As great as he is at foreplay, I want the real thing.
He finishes removing his shirt, followed by his undershirt. Then he gets out of bed and removes the rest of his clothes, finally pulling off my shoes, socks, leggings, and panties.
“I’ll never forget the way you look right now, wearing nothing but my ring on your finger,” he says as he gazes at me, his eyes filled with reverence and lust.
I hope I never forget the way he looks in this moment. If my memories start to fade in my old age, like my grandfather’s memories have, I hope this one will be the last to go.
Colby moves his body over mine, slowly sliding inside me and groaning, his lips hovering just out of reach. Our bodies move in perfect unison, hips thrusting and hands grasping.
It’s different this time. We’ve both laid ourselves bare, exposing our fears and secrets. Our hopes and vulnerabilities.
When we reach the peak, we do it together, his groan vibrating against my chest as I spiral over the edge of bliss. Surely it can’t be this amazing every time.
We stay entwined for a while, side by side. I feel myself starting to doze off, but then Colby says something.
“I want you to take my last name, dove,” Colby whispers. “Say you will.”
I smile, opening my eyes. “I will.”
He kisses my forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. “I’ll make you happy, Mila. I promise.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Colby
SIX WEEKS LATER
“Mila, I’ve decided to retire,” Beau jokes, grinning. “I’m staying right here for the rest of my life.”
It’s tempting. The cabin we rented in Tahoe for the six of us has twelve bedrooms, seven bathrooms, an indoor pool, killer lake views, and an outdoor hot tub that could easily fit eighteen people.
“We should buy this place,” she says from beside me. “Then we can all come here anytime we want.”
“I don’t think it’s for sale.”
She smiles. “Baby, for the right price, everything is for sale.”
It’s chilly outside, but the heated hot tub feels amazing. Mila’s wearing a red bikini that makes me hot every time I look at her. I may have fucked her in our bathroom while she was wearing it this afternoon. Twice.
“I’ll never understand,” Ford says from the other side of the hot tub, a bottled beer in hand. “How the hell did you get her to marry you?”
“Hey,” Mila says, a note of defensiveness in her tone. “Colby’s smart and funny and generous. How can anyone not love him?”
I smirk at Ford. “Answer your boss. How can you not love me?”
He answers me with a middle finger. Even though we all agreed up-front that we’re just three couples having fun together this weekend, it was weird for Beau and Ford to be hanging out with Mila at first. Shelby and Elle were great, but my buddies needed time to warm up to it.
They got there, though, and our first night here was amazing. Beau and Shelby hired a chef to come cook dinner for us and it was an authentic Italian meal. Tonight, we’re going to learn how to make traditional Mexican sopes, and a dance instructor is coming to teach us to rumba and tango. The expansive great room has wood floors and is big enough to be a bowling alley if we want it to.
“Who needs another drink?” Beau asks, standing up.
“I do if it’s a piña colada,” Shelby says.
He lowers his brows at her. “Babe, I’ll have to crack open coconuts for those.”
“Am I supposed to feel bad?”
He rolls his eyes and grins. “Okay, fine, but only because you’re my baby mama.”
“And don’t you forget it,” she says lightly. “Your baby mama will also take a bowl of chips with the drink.”
“As long as your baby daddy gets some love in bed tonight.”
She laughs, her eyes sparkling. “Depends how good the drink is.”
“Mila, Elle? You guys want a piña colada?”
“Sure, I’ll take one,” Mila says.