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Cassie

I’m engaged!

Squeezing my arms tighter around Gabe’s neck, I feel my body trembling with shock and adrenaline. I had no idea he planned to propose tonight. We’d discussed marriage, but nothing concrete. I wonder if Gabe waited until he thought I’d be ready, or if he chose to do it once the Wolves won the Cup. Either way, I’m so dang excited I’m marrying Gabe Dawson.

“Do you really not want to see your ring?” Gabe chuckles against my neck.

“Of course. I don’t care what it looks like, though. I’ll love it no matter what,” I whisper.

“I know, but I searched for a whole month to find this one. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was meant for you.”

“Are you going to put it on my finger?” I ask.

“I’d like to, yeah,” he laughs.

I unwind my arms from his neck and step back to see him whip a box from his pocket. “Did you have that in there all night? How did I not notice?”

“No,” he smiles. “It was over on that shelf by the door. I grabbed it when we walked in.”

As soon as Gabe opens the box, I gasp, throwing my hands up to my mouth in shock. I was honest when I told him I wouldn’t care what it looked like. Any ring coming from him would be beautiful just because Gabe picked it out for me. But this ring … this ring is spectacular. “Gabe, it’s gorgeous!”

He carefully removes it from the box and grabs my left hand. “I went to ten different jewelry stores. Nothing screamed you, Firecracker. I saw some pretty rings that I knew you’d probably be nervous about wearing because the diamonds were big. You aren’t flashy, or showy. You’re classic. Regal. Composed. This ring, to me, showcased all of that.”

Gabe slowly slides it onto my finger, and I can see my hand shaking. “I’ll admit, I know nothing about diamonds, or engagement rings.”

“I didn’t either, until I started looking,” he chuckles. “The band is platinum. The main diamond is cushion cut and is around two carats. The pavé diamonds on the band add an additional carat.”

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

“I also picked up a matching wedding band that fits the ring. I didn’t grab anything else because I thought you’d like to pick out my ring.”

My eyes whip to his. “Oh, absolutely. I’m thinking I’d like to match this one. Lots and lots of diamonds.”

Gabe’s eyes widen comically. “Uh, Firecracker —”

I burst out laughing. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I know you, too, Gabe. You’re not flashy. I’ll get something plain for you.”

His big sigh of relief echoes in the room. “Thank fuck.”

I cup his face, yanking him down to mine for a kiss. Stopping the kiss, I say, “I do believe I was promised some lovemaking.”

Gabe pulls my hand away from his face, and his eyes grow hooded as he stares at the ring. “I’d really like you to get undressed first.”

“Not you?” I ask as I yank my tank top over my head.

“Not yet.” Dropping my shorts, I’m left in a thong and bra. Gabe takes a leisurely look down and up my body. “Everything off, Firecracker.”

“Can I do something first?” I ask hesitantly. He tilts his head to the side, one eyebrow cocked in question. Instead of giving him any more information, I drop to my knees.

“Baby, you don’t have to. I know you don’t like it,” he tells me hastily. I’ve never been a huge fan of blowjobs, but whenever I go down on Gabe, I can see how much he enjoys them. So, I’ve made it a mission to get better at it. While I may enjoy reading books about women with zero gag reflexes, I guess that means I have one hundred percent gag reflex.

“I want to. Let me try, okay? Please?” I ask, peering up at him. When he doesn’t immediately respond, I slowly unbuckle his belt. Gabe watches me intently, his gaze unwavering. I can tell he’s incredibly turned on by how blown out his pupils are and his nostrils flaring slightly.

I pull down Gabe’s shorts and boxer briefs, grabbing hold of his hard length and licking the tip. I hear his quick intake of breath as his hands find my hair, fisting the strands. I love how I’m at Gabe’s mercy here but know I’m still in control. He’s not forcing me onto his cock, or setting a fast pace. Other men might take advantage of me on my knees, but not Gabe. Right here, I know I’m in a protected space.

Swiveling my tongue around the head of his cock, Gabe lets out a loud groan. “God, baby. I love when you do that.”

I pop off his dick and peer up at him. “You do?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite thing,” Gabe mutters as I repeat the action. “There’s this spot on the underside of my cock that is really sensitive. You naturally focus on it every time. It’s fucking phenomenal.”

I suck on the tip, and I feel his hands tighten in my hair. Feeling emboldened, I push forward to take in another inch, focusing on breathing through my nose. I’ve been watching some online videos with tips for giving good head. I’m not embarrassed by it. I want to make things good for Gabe. No, I want to make them great. I want to blow his mind. Pun absolutely intended.

When I suck exceptionally hard, I hear a guttural moan. Gabe’s eyes are closed, his head thrown back, obviously in the throes of pleasure. But that won’t work.

“Gabe,” I say, my mouth still full of him. “Open your eyes. Watch me.”

I make a big motion with my left hand, squeezing the base of his cock, and his eyes zero in on the engagement ring. “God dammit, baby. Your mouth is a den of sin. Those pink lips wrapped around me, and your mascara starting to water? Fucking beautiful.”

I smile around him, but then I get a little too big for my britches. I decide to push forward with gusto, and Gabe’s dick hits the back of my throat. I immediately gag, my eyes fill with tears, and I push him away out of fear I might actually puke. Coughing, I fall to the side.

Gabe immediately drops to the floor in front of me. “Shit, did I do that? I’m so fucking sorry, Firecracker.”

I can’t help but laugh as I get my breath back. Full belly laughs as my new fiancé looks at me with concern, for fear he punctured the back of my throat with his dick. “I was doing so well!”

“You were,” he says hesitantly. “Not that you needed to. I certainly don’t need a blowjob to enjoy sex with you, Cass. They’re great, sure. But I’d rather get off inside you.”

“You enjoy going down on me, and I want to return the favor.”

“I really don’t want to be puked on,” Gabe blurts out, and then a look of horror crosses his face. “Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. It was rude, right? You were trying, and I about blew my load right when I hit the back of your throat, which probably would have really made you barf, and I don’t know how the hotel would view that kind of cleaning damage.”

I’m cackling as Gabe rattles off his worries. It never occurred to me that I might vomit, but I can understand his concern. “I was fine until that last second. I would appreciate a little warning should you ever think you … uh, might blow in my mouth.”

Gabe laughs as he leans his forehead against mine. “I’d like to continue our evening, but do you need a break? Some water? A snack? Tylenol for your throat?”

“No,” I giggle. “Just you naked, please.”

He gives me a sheepish smile. “That I can do.”

Grabbing my hands, he pulls me up to stand and then pushes me back onto the bed. I’m surrounded by flowers, and the aroma blankets the room. It’s perfection. Gabe quickly pulls his shirt off, then pushes his shorts and boxer briefs down to the floor. He yanks my thong down my legs and chucks it behind him. Crawling over me, he takes my lips in a deep kiss. I wrap my legs around his hips, nestling his cock perfectly against my core. He easily slides in, and we groan simultaneously.

“I’ll never get over how perfect you feel,” he grunts as he slowly slides out. I brace for a quick penetration where I see stars, but when nothing happens, I open my eyes to find Gabe staring at me. “That’s better. Eyes on me, baby.”

It’s excruciating how slow Gabe takes me. Every synapse in my body is screaming for release, but Gabe is going at this leisurely. I flex my calves and attempt to force him into a faster pace, but I feel him tighten against me.

“Slow,” he grits out.

“Faster,” I whine, and he shakes his head emphatically.

“I only get to make love to my fiancée for the first time once. I want this to last forever,” he whispers, sliding both hands up to grab mine. Gabe intertwines our fingers tightly, placing them next to my head, his eyes never leaving mine.

I can see how hard he’s forcing himself not to come. Sweat covers his face and shoulders, and his arms tremble as they cage my body. I know he’s trying to get me off first. He always does, and typically more than once. But this time, just this once, I want to watch him lose control, and know it is because of me. My blow job skills may be subpar, but I can squeeze a dick inside me like no one else.

Kegels are a girl’s best friend.

Squeezing my inner muscles, Gabe immediately stops. “What did you just do?”

“What do you mean?” I lie. “Don’t stop moving, please!”

Gabe gives me a look, like he doesn’t fully trust that I’m telling the truth, but continues moving painstakingly slowly. So I squeeze again. This time, he groans, and his eyes flutter shut. “The fuck …”

I know he’s close. His eyes open, but his gaze is unfocused. He’s muttering incoherently, his slow thrusts uneven as his hands grip mine tightly. I decide to give it all I’ve got, squeezing as hard as I can.

“What the fuck is that? How are you doing that?” he yells. “God dammit, I can’t —”

He slams into me, hitting a spot inside me that only he has ever hit, and my orgasm sneaks up on me. I cry out as I come, trying desperately to keep my eyes open so I can watch him. Watching Gabe come is breathtaking; knowing I made him unravel is icing on the cake.

Gabe collapses breathlessly on top of me, panting as we both shiver through aftershocks. “I don’t know if I should be mad at you, or ask you to do that again.”

I burst into laughter as Gabe lets go of my hands, and I wrap them around his back. “I don’t get many opportunities to blow your mind, Mr. Dawson.”

“You blow my mind every fucking day, Firecracker. It still boggles my mind that you let me love you, Future Mrs. Dawson.”

I gasp, and Gabe raises his head. “Do you know what that means?”

“Pretty sure I do, yeah,” he teases.

“No, not that part. I’m going to have the same last name as Mackenzie!” I exclaim.

Gabe gives me a sweet smile. “I was kind of hoping you’d want to adopt her.”

I think my heart stops beating.

“Baby? You okay?” Gabe asks.

“What?” I respond, the word riddled with emotion as tears fill my eyes. “You want me to adopt her?”

“Well, yeah,” he replies sheepishly with a shrug. “You’re her mama. I think we should all be one happy family. Don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

I never thought moving to Colorado would be the decision that changed the whole trajectory of my life. That a one-night stand would end with becoming a mom to the most perfect little girl and falling in love with the best guy I’ve ever met.

I can’t wait to tell my brothers and parents that I’m engaged! Grant will undoubtedly take responsibility for my relationship and marriage. But with the drama between him and Teagan, I don’t know if he’ll bring it up immediately.

But I’m getting ahead of myself, and I think Teagan should tell her side of things, too. I have a feeling she’ll be my sister-in-law at some point in the future, but I bet the road there is full of puck-sized bumps.