“I’m going to find a fucking priest before we take off so we can get married,” I grunted.
Her laugh was amused and also a bit sleepy, then she let out a yawn. “After a nap? Plus, it may be difficult to have a wedding with multiple people.”
We would make it happen.
“Fine, after a nap,” I muttered as I tugged her against me underneath the covers.
After tossing off her bra and pulling back on her jacket, Dahlia was out almost immediately, leaving me with her firm little ass pressed up against my still hard cock. There was nothing I could do about that, and I knew that I probably wouldn’t be getting any more sleep, which was unfortunate, but it was worth it just to hold her. I tilted my head up and looked at the ceiling.
I hadn’t been lying to Dahlia. I wanted to marry her. I’d always wanted to marry her, though. When Sterling and I used to play ‘house’ when we were eight or nine in the back yard, both of us were always married to Dahlia. She never picked one or the other, and maybe that was where we had gotten greedy because I never expected her to choose.
We both wanted her more than was rational, so we would just have to figure something out, and soon, because the years of wanting her from a distance meant I was absolutely done waiting for Dahlia to be completely ours.