Proving Paul’s Promise(50)

“You didn’t want me,” she says. “Why are you doing this?”

“I want you. I just can’t have you yet. I need to fucking marry you first. So you can’t run away from me.”

She lifts her head to look down at me. I can see her face from the light in the window. “No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way.” I press the vibrator against her and find a rhythm with it, and she starts to tremble. “I fucking love you, Friday. Let me fucking love you.”

I don’t give her time to think. I don’t want her to think. Not about this. She cries out when she comes, and her body trembles and shakes. I let her hands go free, and she sinks one into my hair, gently tugging as the orgasm quakes through her body. Again and again, she jerks until she stills and pushes the vibrator away.

“That was the worst proposal ever,” she says when she can finally breathe.

“I know. I’ll do it again tomorrow.” I toss the covers over both of us and reach for her.

She shoves me away. “Get the fuck out of my bed, Paul,” she says.

“No fucking way. I make you come, I get to sleep in your bed.”

“Get out, Paul,” she says. But there’s no heat in her voice. None at all.

“I’m staying.” I pull her against me. She’s wearing that pajama top and nothing on the bottom, so I pull the top over her head. She’s naked in my arms, and she feels so fucking good. I snuggle closer so that my thighs cradle her bottom. I cup her breast in my hand, just because I can’t get close enough to her, and she lays her head on my arm. I brush her hair down between us. “Let me sleep with you.”

“Okay,” she says quietly. She yawns, and I feel her warm breath on the inside of my elbow. Within seconds, the woman I love is asleep in my arms. And my dick is so hard it’ll probably never go soft again.





Friday

I wake up sweating, stuck against a man. I haven’t been stuck like this to a member of the opposite sex in years, and it feels kind of foreign. Then the thoughts of yesterday seep back into my brain.

He painted my naked body.

He got all intimate with my nipples.

He supported my art project with lustful eyes.

He let me jump into his arms and pretty much promised me he was going to do amazing things to me last night.

He didn’t kiss me back when I threw my arms around his neck.

He told me he didn’t want to sleep with me.

He went to bed.

But he didn’t go to bed.

He listened outside my door and heard my vibrator.

Then he took it from me and fucking made me come.

He told me he loved me.

Then he went to sleep.

In my bed.

With me in it.

Wrapped around me like he wanted to be with me for the rest of his life.

Did he mention marriage?

Oh, holy hell. He did mention marriage.

I roll over slowly, trying not to wake him. He’s sleeping on his side, facing me, but his blond eyelashes flutter. I freeze, my nose a mere inch from his, and try to will him back to sleep. I want to look at him. I want to study his crooked nose up close. I think he got that hump when he broke it fighting with someone in the shop. They said something crude to Pete and Paul went after them. Not him. Them. He didn’t think twice. He protects his family with everything he has.

He has blond beard stubble on his cheeks. I wonder if he shaves every day. He’s always so fresh faced. His lip is pierced and so is his eyebrow. I look down and study the barbells that are in his nipples. Each one has a bulky bead on the end of it. One is an R and one is an H. Probably for Reed and Hayley? I’m not sure, and I don’t know him well enough to ask.

Yes, I’ve known him for four years, but I had to set myself apart from them a little because no matter how much I wanted to be, I wasn’t part of their family. I was just an employee. I couldn’t get too comfortable because when I get comfortable, people leave. They let me down, every single time.

I lift my knee and brush against Paul’s erection. Whoa. He was hard when I went to sleep last night. I know he was because I could feel it. He’s wearing only boxers right now. He must have gotten up during the night to take his jeans and shirt off because I distinctly remember the feel of his clothing against my inner thighs when he was down there.

Still trying not to wake him, I pull the elastic of his boxers away from his stomach and look down.

Damn.

That man is way bigger than I would have even imagined. At the head, he has a piercing with a jewel in the center. It’s a Prince Albert piercing. It makes me wonder who did it for him because I know I didn’t. I don’t like the idea of anyone else getting intimate with his dick. Hopefully, it was a guy who pierced him. But I highly doubt it.