Come on, jerk, get on your knees. Prove to her.
Gritting his teeth to stop himself from crying, he fell to his knees in front of her. He didn’t have anything for a ring.
“What are you doing?”
“Yeah, mate, what are you doing?” Wayne asked.
“Emily, I love you. I couldn’t, no, I don’t want to, imagine the rest of my life without you. I’ve been with many women, and none of them compare to how I feel about you. You’re the love of my life. I once remember my father telling me that when you find the one, it will feel like a once in a lifetime feeling. Whenever I’m around you, that’s how I feel. You’re always with me no matter where I go, and I don’t want it to end.” Kissing her knuckles, Guy felt a wave of peace settle over him. He was the doing the right thing, and no other woman would ever attract his attention again. “Emily, will you marry me?” he asked.
She leaned down, smashing her lips against his.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, when she broke the kiss.
“It’s a hell yes.”
He laughed, standing up and pulling her into his arms. Behind him, he heard the commotion as his friends clapped and cheered.
Guy knew if he hadn’t followed her outside he could have lost her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, slamming his lips down on hers, Guy knew he was never going to let her go. Emily was his woman, and there was no way he was letting her go.
Epilogue
One year later
Downing his beer, Guy stared at the man currently trying to dry hump his woman. Anger radiated off him like it had an energy all of its own. Emily had been on the dance floor for ten minutes, and the men were swarming around her. Not that he blamed them. His woman looked hot in the short skirt she wore and the tight white shirt that displayed her curves and large tits perfectly.
“I think she’s waiting for you to claim her,” Dorothy said, smiling at him.
He nodded at her friend and headed out onto the dance floor. They had gotten married in the spring, and since then their life had been perfect. The perfection of their life didn’t stop them claiming each other. When he waited for her in the bar, women would try to get him to stray. He was never tempted by other women. What he loved to watch most of all was Emily coming to his rescue. She had a way about her that captivated him.
A few months back a blonde had been trying to kiss him, and Emily had come in, pulled the woman’s hair and given her what for.
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Now it was his turn, and he was more than happy to go and get what was his.
People moved out of his way on the dance floor. Emily had her back to the man, and Guy moved to her front, circling her waist. Her smile brightened up his world, and he knew she’d been waiting for him.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, running a hand down to grip her full ass. He was so going to fuck her tonight and not let her go.
“Hey, man, I was here first.”
Spinning Emily in his hands, he showed the guy her ring. “I was here fucking first. I’m married to her. I claimed her, and she’s mine. Back the fuck off.”
The other man held his hands up disappearing.
Emily chuckled.
“I hate other men touching you.”
“Now you know how I feel when other women touch you thinking they have the right. You’re all mine.”
“Do you own me, Emily Jensen?” he asked, loving the way her name ended.
“You know I do, Guy Jensen.”
He turned her back to face him. Her hands circled his neck. Gripping her ass, he thrust his cock against her.
“I think it’s time we got out of here, husband.”
“Yeah, let’s go home.”
“Nah, I’ve heard that the wall around the back of the bar is good enough for what we’ve got in mind.” Emily took his hand, leading him to where they first met. She pushed him up against the wall, and he spun her around so he was over her. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to taste you, and then I’m going to fuck you, wife of mine. Do as you’re told.” He lifted her skirt, peeled her panties back and tasted her.
Her sweet moans were wonderful for him to hear. Closing his eyes, he stroked her clit and fucked her with his fingers. Within moments she splintered apart. Standing up, Guy didn’t care who came and saw them.
Releasing his cock from his jeans, he thrust in deep and fucked her hard against the wall.
“I love you, baby,” he said.
“I love you, too.”
He’d finally found it. Emily was his once in a lifetime, and he knew it was going to be one hell of a lifetime together.
The End