Stolen Course(77)

“I’m not afraid to commit. I’m not Manda. But when we do get married, I want it to be because were in love and want to spend forever together.”

“Emmy, I love you and that has nothing to do with Manda or the baby or any other outside element you could possibly conjure up. I love you because you’re smart and funny. You challenge me and call me on my bullshit. I’m sure that will one day get annoying, but for now, I fucking love it. You’re quirky and artistic. Did I mention hilarious? Jesus, you make me laugh. I could sit here for hours and tell you why I want to marry you, and not a single one them would have anything to do with that baby. People don’t have to be married to have a baby.”

Her cheeks flush to red as she lies naked before me. It’s not from embarrassment at being exposed. No, this is Emma. She’s excited.

I lean in and press my lips softly to hers. She tries to deepen it, but I pull away slightly and peck her lips a few more times. I climb off the bed and get rid of my clothes, never for a second tearing my eyes away from hers. I move back over her body and position myself between her thighs. I can feel the heat from her core, and it makes my mouth water. This is more for me though. This is a way to show her how deep I am in it with her. Even if she never wants to get married, this is it.

I slide inside her, bending down to capture her moan with my mouth. That’s my girl. She's always ready for me, and tonight, even despite our issues, is no different. She’s so wet and warm, and it feels like home. I slowly find my rhythm, letting all the emotions take over.

Grabbing my ass, she tries to encourage me to go faster—begging and pleading with me to fuck her.

“Stop,” I breathe into her mouth.

“Please, faster. Fuck me harder, Caleb,” she demands, showing me a quick flash of the woman I’m used to. But it’s so much more than fucking for me this time. She was right, I need to do this one my way.

I lift her arms up over her head and pin her wrists together between my hand, holding her in place while I work her body with my cock. She wiggles and squirms beneath me. She may want it fast and hard, but tonight, she’s getting it slow.

“Tell me you’re mine.” I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth. I graze it with my teeth as she arches her back up off the bed. I said slow—I didn’t say I wouldn’t be rough. I can at least give her that. I work my hips around in a circle but never pick up speed.

“I’m yours,” she says, thrusting her hips off the bed as quickly as she can. I still completely, and she drops her head back against the bed, releasing a frustrated growl.

“Tell me you’ll marry me,” I boldly ask. I’m hopeful that she’ll say yes, but it won’t destroy me this time if she doesn’t.

“Are you asking me to marry you in the middle of having sex?” she asks sarcastically.

“It’s my favorite place in the world. It just seemed right.” I toss her a smirk, and she laughs, rolling her hips to resume her earlier movements.

“Tell me you would have still proposed today, right now, even if there was no baby.”

“I can’t do that.”

Her hips still against the bed. “Then the answer is still no.”

“If there was no baby, you wouldn’t have said no at the doctor’s office, but if it wasn’t for the baby, we wouldn’t have been at the doctor’s office, so let’s go back a little further. If there wasn’t a baby, I wouldn’t have flown down to Savannah when I did and we might still not be back together.” She rolls her eyes at my logic, but I begin my slow rhythm inside her once again. “You can’t play the what-if game, sweetheart. You can only look at the now. And right now, I’m telling you that I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Caleb.”

But that’s all she says, because I suddenly quicken my pace inside her, giving her exactly what she wants—and needs.

Bringing my lips back to her mouth, I claim what’s mine. I don’t care if she marries me anymore. She is absolutely mine.

Emma moans my name as she is gets close to the edge. Her legs squeeze me tighter, and I gently bite the lobe of her ear.

"Let go, Emmy. Just let go… I’ve got you."

And with this promise whispered in her ear, she falls apart around me. One last thrust and I make good on my word and follow her off the edge. Going still and holding her tight against me, we both come down from bliss. I raise myself up and look in her eyes. The tears I saw before are still slowly trailing down her face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask softly, slightly alarmed.