“I like this idea.” He smiles, palming my ass and lifting up, causing my core to rub across the denim of his jeans.
“Hold on.” I place my hands on his chest and lift my hips. “Let me tell you about this, and then we can get back to this,” I say, dropping my ass onto his lap.
“Get to it, baby,” he commands as his eyes drop to my mouth, making me smile.
“My mom was left an inheritance. My dad wouldn’t let her use it, so she put it into an account and it grew, and when each of us girls turned twenty-one, we were given an even share of it. I paid for my clinic and my house, and the rest is in an account that just collects interest.
“So, you’re telling me you’re loaded,” he says, but I can’t read his face. I don’t know how to answer that question; I’m not loaded, but I’m comfortable, and will be until the day I die as long as I continue to work.
“I’m good with you having money, baby. All that means to me is if something happens and I leave this earth before you, you’re good. That shit will help me rest easy,” he tells me, and with that, he pulls my mouth down to his and kisses me until I’m riding him hard and fast on the couch, only stopping when I scream my orgasm into his mouth while he groans his into mine.
I watch the open road and smile while wrapping my arms tighter around Wes’ stomach, feeling his muscles flex under my fingers I slid under his leather jacket and t-shirt.
This morning, after our couch session, I got up and took a shower, and then got dressed while Wes did whatever guys do while they are waiting for women to get ready. I chose a pair of dark jeans that I tucked into my brown boots, a tank top with a sweater and my brown leather jacket, and a scarf that has the story of The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett printed on it.
I tied my hair into a long braid that I laid over one shoulder and did light makeup of bronzer, a little blush, and mascara. I know nothing about our destination today, and that is okay by me. I just like being with Wes, and if I happen to be on the back of his bike, that is even better.
We turn down one road and then another until we’re riding on the road I first came across Wes and his boys. I can’t believe that was only a few months ago; it feels like I have known Wes much longer. I honestly don’t know what things would be like anymore without him in my life.
I would probably still be eating cereal alone in bed every night while watching TV, and only going out when my sisters were home. Thinking about it now, I realize how boring my life was. I was actually a perfect match for my ex; I was absolutely as boring as him, but just wasn’t seeing it, and on that thought, I wrap my arms tighter around Wes.
We drive for about twenty more minutes then pull over to the side of the road, where I instantly recognize as the place I tasered him. It’s actually a beautiful spot. The road curves around a large bend, there’s a forest along the side of the road, and on the other side, there is a drop-off that looks out at the lake.
“What are we doing here?” I laugh, sliding off the bike behind him.
He does the same then stands in front of me, not speaking as he unhooks my helmet along with his, setting both on the seat.
“You’re kind of freaking me out,” I tell him, not able to read his face.
“This is the place you knocked me on my ass,” he says, and I smile. “The place I realized why I moved to Tennessee, and the place I found my future.” I stop breathing as he puts his hand in his pocket, coming out with a diamond ring. “I want to share everyday with you, to grow old with you. Will you be my wife?” he asks, and I look down at the ring. The center stone is imbedded into the design of filigree work that runs around and down each side of the ring. My eyes go from the ring in his hand to his eyes, and my mouth opens and closes. I can’t believe this moment is really happening.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask after a long moment.
“Baby, I wouldn’t be asking you if I didn’t know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“This is forever, as in for-ev-er,” I sound out.
“Jesus, you’re a pain in the ass,” he says, grabbing my hand and sliding the ring onto my finger. “We’re getting married,” he states, and a bubble of laughter climbs up my throat, which he silences with a kiss.
“I love you,” I mumble against his lips when his mouth leaves mine.
“Love you too, baby.”
“We’re getting married,” I whisper, and his face goes soft and he kisses me again, murmuring, “We are.”
“Holy cow! I’m getting married!” I scream and start jumping around while holding my hand up in the air, looking at the way the light bounces off the stones.
“I can’t wait to tell everyone,” I say, breathing heavily and pausing to look at him. “I’m so happy.” I run at him and he catches me in his arms as I wrap my legs around his waist. He hoists me up with his hands under my ass. “I’m so, so happy.” I rest my forehead against his.
“July Abigail Silver.” He smiles, and my heart does a little flutter in my chest at the sound of his name with mine.
“I like the sound of that.” I close my eyes and tighten my arms and legs around him.
“Me too, babe,” he replies, kissing me again. This time, his mouth stays against mine for an extra long moment.
“Holy cow,” I repeat, opening my eyes and looking at the ring on my hand that is resting against his cheek.
“So I take it you say yes?” he asks, and I look into his eyes and nod then press my mouth to his again.
“Yes, a million times,” I say and he smiles. “Can we go tell my mom and dad?”
Chuckling, he mutters, “Thought I’d at least get lucky before then, but yeah, babe.”
“Oh, you’re gonna get lucky…very lucky, but the things I plan to do to you are going to take all night.”
“Yes,” I reply, and he slides me down his body, letting me feel his arousal, which causes me to whimper. “Maybe we can tell my parents tomorrow,” I suggest, and he throws his head back laughing, which causes me to giggle.
“Your sisters will be excited. I wasn’t sure when I was going to ask, and I know they are leaving tomorrow, so we can go visit with them then have the night to ourselves,” he says then picks up the helmet off the seat, placing it gently over my head and buckling me in. My heart, which is already full of love for him, gets that much bigger.