She raised up so she was facing me more. Her lips landed on mine. It was a soft, yet thorough claiming kiss as she teased and then breached the inside of my mouth with her tongue. I let her take the lead, and I gladly followed her. When she finished, she smiled and then nodded at me. “I’ll gladly marry you, Damian Cavallo. You say where and when, and I’ll be there.”
My heart jumped. She’d said yes. I gave a holler and this time I kissed her and it was far from gentle. As we came up for air, I got us out of the tub and dried off. I took her to the bed and laid her down then I went to my cut. I dug into the inside pocket and took out the ring box I’d been carrying around for what felt like forever. I kneeled at the side of the bed.
I held up the box. “Tarin Jade Mercer, will you marry me? Will you spend the rest of your life with me and then grow old as we watch our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren run around the compound like heathens?”
She giggled when I said that. “Damian, I’d love to do that.” She held out her left hand and wiggled her fingers. “Let me see what’s in the box.”
I realized I was still staring at her in awe and shock. Quickly, I opened the ring box. The ring inside had caught my eye as soon as I saw it in the case. It was a round brilliant-cut one-carat diamond that rises out of what looks like a knot halo. The strands of the knot intertwine around the center diamond in swirls. Set in the strands were small pave diamonds most of the way down. It was set in platinum. In total, it had one and half carats on it.
Her eyes got round, and she gasped then looked at me. “Damian, it’s so beautiful. It’s different and I love the swirling around the middle thing. I can’t wait to see what it looks like on my finger.” She wiggled them again. I took the ring out of the box and slowly slid it on her left ring finger. This needed to be prolonged. I was enjoying the flutter of excitement.
I blew out a relieved breath when it fit. She held out her hand to admire it. I stood up and then got in bed beside her. I wrapped her up in my arms from behind. “It looks beautiful because it’s on your finger. Do you really like it?”
She shook her head hard. “I don’t like it, I love it. Thank you, honey.” She turned her head to the side so she could give me her mouth. I groaned as I kissed her again and as a result, I started to get hard. This was a serious thing. I wanted to enjoy it.
She squirmed, which pressed her lower spine into my aching cock. I moaned as I broke off our kiss. “God, I can't believe my luck. Thank you for saying yes.”
“Of course, I said yes! Now, with this being all official, when do you want to get married? Are you a long engagement kind of guy or a short one?”
“Whoa, isn’t that what the woman determines? I have no damn idea. Just tell me when and where. It really depends on how long it takes to plan it, right? If it’s a big formal one with the big puffy dresses and a million people in the wedding party, it’ll take time to plan.”
“Is that what you want?” she asked me.
“I have no preference, Tarin. As long as we get married, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“So, if I made it into a three-ring circus, literally, you’d do it.”
“I would for you. All I ask is if you do that, I want to tame a lion at the reception.” She burst out laughing along with me. I could picture it in my head. We laughed for a minute or so before we got ourselves back in control.
“You’ll have to be disappointed because I’m not doing that. I do want a real wedding, in a church, with a couple of bridesmaids, and you with a couple of groomsmen. The reception can be anywhere they will let us party as long as we want without calling the police on us due to the noise. Would it be too much to ask if you’d wear a suit?”
“Babe, I’ll gladly wear one for you. Just don’t dress me in some pastel mess like they used to do at proms years ago.”
She pretended to pout. “But, honey, that’s what I want, you, in a powder-blue suit. Can’t you see it?”
I growled and turned her so she was straddling me and we were face-to-face. “I see I’m going to have to stage an intervention. No pastel shit for my suit. Nope.”
“How’re you going to stage an intervention?”
“I’m going to make love to you until you beg me to stop and promise you won’t do that.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed across my chest then up the side of my neck to my ear. She whispered, “Then you’d better get started.”
I grabbed her ass in both hands and lifted her up. She got a hold of my cock and lined it up with her entrance. She was wet and hot. As she sank down, I raised my hips and shoved inside of her. She cried out and threw back her head. It was the start of a long night. We made love over and over until the sky was beginning to lighten. That’s when we fell into an almost comatose state.