“I love you,” she said.
“Fuck, Elisha, you’re making hard, so damn hard.”
“It’s what I want. I love you.”
“Baby, I love you.” They tore at each other’s clothing, and Brant didn’t care for the condom. Picking her up, he pressed her against the wall, and slid her onto his cock. She was already wet, and warm, and everything he loved with this woman. “I love you.”
“I love you. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”
“You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He pulled out of her, only to slam back inside her.
“Yes, Brant, fuck me.”
He fucked her hard and rough against the wall near the door. There was no condom between them, and it wasn’t the first time they had unprotected sex. He fucking loved this woman. She had gotten underneath his skin, and made him feel for her.
Now, he couldn’t live without her, and the thought of going a day without her belonging to him, killed a part of him inside.
“Marry me,” he said, spilling the words out.
“What?”
“You heard me. Marry me. There’s no other woman I want. I love you, and I want to grow old with you.”
“Yes. I’ll marry you.”
“I’m so pleased none of those bastards stole you from me.”
“My boyfriends?”
He pounded inside her pussy, jealous of any man being with her. “Yes. You belong to me now.”
They fucked, and made love, by the door for the next hour. Brant kissed all over her body, loving every inch of her fuller curves. There wasn’t a part of Elisha that he’d not loved, as he had already claimed her ass.
She loved it when he took her ass, and he loved preparing her when he wanted to take it. Today wasn’t one of those days.
“My sister is coming,” she said.
Together, they cleared away their clothing and dressed, preparing for her sister’s arrival.
Brant was bringing in another bag of groceries when he saw Elisha standing at the fridge, holding the little black box that he had stored there.
“You were going to propose today even before Kasey’s visit.”
“Sean wanted me to wait until he could come down and see you. I wouldn’t wait. I wanted your answer. I’m impatient like that.”
She chuckled. “This is beautiful.”
He took the box from her, grabbed her hand, and slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit. “You know I once heard that if you get the ring size right, and it slides on really easily, it means we’re going to live happily.”
“Who told you that?”
“I don’t know. I might have made it up.” He leaned in close. “I promise to make you happy, Elisha. No matter what.”
“Brant, you make me happy just by being here. I love you, and that’s never going to change.” She wrapped her arm around his neck, kissing him.
“I hope I got you pregnant,” he said.
“Shut up.”
Epilogue
Three years later
“What are you doing?” Elisha asked.
“Waiting for Sean and his girlfriend.” Brant looked behind the curtain, and Elisha shook her head. It was Christmas time once again, and she rubbed her swollen stomach, letting out a sigh. She and Brant had been married for three years, and during those three years, not a lot had changed. They still owned the same two houses even though they lived in her home.
Brant was giving Sean his house that Christmas so that his brother would move a little closer. Sean had graduated from college, and been doing a successful internship for the past year. That internship was over, and Brant wanted his expertise at home.
“Why do you want to see his girlfriend?” she asked, moving up behind him, placing her hand on his shoulder.
“It’s Sean. You know how annoying he can be. I’m just looking out for my brother.” Brant turned toward her, and lowered down in front of her stomach. “What do you think, little guy? Do you think I’m being too overprotective of my little brother?”
Their unborn son kicked out, and Elisha winced.
Getting pregnant had proven to be quite difficult for them, and it had taken them three years to finally have their dream come true.
“He’s kicking a lot more now, isn’t he?” Brant asked, rubbing her stomach.
“It’s okay. I’m getting used to it.” She patted her stomach lovingly. “Are you still happy?”
“Baby, I’m more than happy. Our doctor said we’d get pregnant, and we have. So we had to wait three years, but babe, they’ve been three wonderful years, and you’ve grown up since then.”
She let out a gasp, and lightly tapped his shoulder. “What? I’ve grown up? What about you?”