Guarding His Obsession(20)

I jump up from my chair like I just came up with the best idea ever. Because I did.

“I can’t even with you,” she says, finally cracking a smile and laughing.

“Hey, if all he wants is in your pants, then you’ll know where you stand when you say you’re getting married. It’s perfect.” I nod my head. Damn, I might be good at the whole relationship thing after all. I could Oprah this and just start handing out marriages.

I start jumping around and chanting, “You get a wedding. You get a wedding.” Elle just laughs harder.

When the door opens, I spin to see Drake and Pink are back.

“We’re all getting married!” I tell them before launching myself at Drake.





12





Drake





I reach out and wrap Zoey up as she jumps into my arms. I hold her close, pressing my nose to her neck and inhaling her scent. She’s sweet like fresh honeysuckle, and it drives me wild. Having her little warm body wrapped around mine makes me feel like I’ve come home. Fuck, I’m going to get used to coming home to this every day.

I turn towards Pink and wink at him over Zoey’s shoulder. “I’ll let you handle that one.” I grip her ass hard as I walk towards the bedroom. “See you guys later.”

I don’t turn around to watch them leave. I hear the front door shut and the lock click into place just as I enter the master bedroom.

“Have you been planning our wedding?” I ask as I kiss Zoey’s neck and lay her on the bed. I crawl over her, pulling at her T-shirt as she reaches for mine. I get her shirt off and look down at her, seeing her full breasts spilling out of the top of her white cotton bra.

“Yes. I think it would be cost effective if we all got married at the same time, at the same place. It would be fun,” she says as she runs her hands down my naked chest.

I pull the small box out of my pocket and set it on her bare tummy. I look up into her eyes and see excitement there as she snatches the box and opens it up.

“Oh, it’s so sparkly!” she exclaims, taking the ring out of the box. “I never wear jewelry, but I’ll wear this all the time. It’s so pretty. What is it?”

I shake my head, thinking this is the craziest proposal of all time, and I’m pretty sure she just decided Pink is getting married, too. “It’s an amethyst. It’s for the month that we met—February. And also my birthday month.”

“It’s your birthday? When?” She looks up at me excitedly, and I can’t help but smile back at her.

“It’s in a couple of weeks.” Nervously, I take the ring from her hands and slide it onto her finger. “I wanted as much of me on you as possible, and I thought was perfect. I found it in an antique store on the way back here today. I needed you to have my ring on you to show the world that you’re mine.”

She looks down at it and then back at me, smiling bigger than I’ve ever seen. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much, Drake.”

Hearing her say the words releases any remaining nerves I had. If she didn’t like it or she didn’t want to do this, she would have told me. I know that she’ll only tell me the truth about how she feels.

Leaning down, I keep my lips just a breath from hers and whisper the words I’ve been dying to say since the moment I laid eyes on her.

“I love you, Zoey.”

“I love you, too, Drake.”

Feeling the words hit my lips at the same time they hit my heart is all consuming. I can’t stand even the millimeter of distance between us, so I connect our lips. Our kiss is fierce, and our passion escalates as the truth between us settles into place.

It’s beyond rhyme or reason how this happened so fast. It’s hard to believe it was even possible. But it is. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I want to cling to it and never let it go. Life is so goddamn short, and the world could end tomorrow. Everything in my arms could disappear, and I don’t want regret left on the table. I want to know that nothing remains unsaid to Zoey and that nothing is held back.

As our tongues meet and taste one another and as Zoey runs her hand down my back, I feel the cool band of the ring on her finger against my skin. It’s a reminder that she’s mine. Forever.

She breaks our kiss and reaches down between us, undoing my jeans and pushing them down my hips.

“I want sex now, Drake.” She licks her lips and smiles at me as her small hand reaches into my jeans and wraps around my cock.

“Fuck.” I bury my face against her cleavage, trying not to cum on her hand from just the slight touch.

“We’re getting married. You can’t back out,” she says, stroking my cock up and down.