“So freaking dirty.” She laughs, and I kiss her hard as she works at my belt.

When my pants are off, our naked bodies hit the bed and we do nothing but kiss, fondle, and touch hidden places. None of it with the goal to get each other off, but merely to build each other up.

Finally, when Jorie says, “I need you now, Walsh,” I surge up her body and slide into her heat.

Fucking perfect.


Much later, when we’ve had our immediate fill, I sit on the bed with my back against the headboard. Jorie straddles my lap as she studies the ring on her finger. My hands slide up and down her thighs lazily. I’m mellow, sated, and fucking in love with my soon-to-be wife.

Soon as the divorce papers are finalized for her and Vince, that is.

“When did you get this?” she asks curiously.

“Stopped on the way to the airport yesterday,” I tell her. “I had every intention of proposing to you there. Almost whipped it out after I fucked you, but that didn’t seem very romantic. But then after we talked at the hotel, I knew it wasn’t the right time. You didn’t need that pressure on you.”

Jorie brings her gaze from the ring to me and places her hands on my shoulders. “I’m sorry you had to wait for me to make a choice.”

“You didn’t make me wait long,” I say dryly, but with gratitude. I was expecting a few days at least. “Which, by the way, what happened after you left the hotel?”

“I stopped at a local park, and did some thinking. I called Micah. Then I went home and I was surprised to find Vince there. He had taken the afternoon off and wanted to be there when I got home so we could go ahead and talk. He didn’t want it to drag out.”

“And the talk went well?” I ask tentatively, not wanting to get all up in her business, but more curious than ever as to how she came to her decision.

“Vince was the one who talked me into coming here tonight,” she tells me, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Vince?”

She nods. “I told him all about our history together growing up. That night in the hotel bathroom. How you made me feel about myself as a woman after I’d been brought so low. I told him how crushed I was when you walked away from me, and well… he just could see it clear as day where I probably couldn’t. I told him I needed some time to think, but he just came right back at me and told me it was clear I didn’t. He told me I was meant to be with you and that I needed to not keep you waiting.”

“Jesus,” I breathe out in astonishment. I owe this fucking dude big time. Maybe I’ll invite him to our wedding. But I don’t say any of those things, because I want to be respectful. “Is he okay?”

Jorie’s eyes get a light sheen of sadness, but she nods. “He will be.”

“And just like that, you accepted his word that I was right for you?” I ask, because nothing Jorie’s said so far tells me that she knows that deep in her heart. She’s only said yes to my proposal.

“What did I say when I stepped out of the elevator?” she asks me.

My mind blanks. I try to remember, but I was so fucking overwhelmed at seeing her there, I can’t for the life of me remember just now.

“I told you, Walsh,” she says softly, leaning in to brush her lips against mine. “I said it was you. It was only ever you.”

“Now it’s only ever us,” I tell her.

“Vince said he’d file for divorce soon,” she says, and that takes a weight off me. “It can be finalized six months after that.”

“So we should plan for a wedding in maybe seven months, then?” I ask with a grin.

“If you want,” she says quietly. “But I don’t want anything big. We can go to a chapel here or something.”

“We are not fucking getting married by Elvis,” I mutter. “Maybe a destination wedding?”

“Can Micah come?” she asks.

“I suppose,” I hedge, as if I’m still pissed at her brother, but frankly… Jorie on my lap wearing my ring? I can’t be pissed about anything.

“I love you,” she says softly and then leans her entire torso against mine, so I can wrap her up in a hug. She lays her head on my shoulder, tightens her arms around my neck. I squeeze her close to me and tell her, “I love you too, Jorie. Always have.”

We stay that way, pressed into one another as we cherish the fact we are starting a new life as of right now.

But then I’m a dude, and did I mention I’ve been two weeks without this woman, so I ask her, “Any way I could possibly get a hand job with that ring hand? I’d like to see that puppy moving up and down my cock.”


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