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KELLER

“He asleep?” I ask Alana as she steps out of the house and onto the back porch, where I’m sitting. My hand moves out, grabbing the inside of her thigh to pull her towards me.

“Out like a light. Between the emotional ups and downs, Grams finding that vintage truck to add to his collection at the estate sale they went to, the food, and sugar, I think it did him in. Are you okay? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.

” I move Alana so she’s sitting on my lap sideways.

Thankfully, when I bought the deck furniture, I was looking for size, durability, and comfort, never anticipating I’d be using it with Alana sitting on my lap, enjoying the evening sky.

“Never better. Got a boy who loves you, I love you, and you love me. There’s only one thing missing.

” The ring on my pinky finger is impatiently waiting to be slid onto her finger.

Alana might have gone to see her grandparents this afternoon, but she had no idea I was there earlier asking them for Alana’s hand in marriage.

If she had a dad who was worth his salt, I would have asked him.

That isn’t the case, though. In fact, since we’ve been together, the only time she’s mentioned him was her telling me that if it weren’t for her grandparents, she’d have abandonment issues from not just her mother but her father as well.

“Really? I thought we had everything already.” My hand slides to her outer thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

“I think there’s something else that’s needed, something that a man like myself never thought he’d ever find.

A woman worth having, someone worth keeping.

A woman who would drop anything she’s doing to be by my side or my son’s side.

And I want that woman to know just how much I love her and how I want her to have my last name, a name I share with Jace, one I’d love nothing more than to share with our future children.

Alana, will you marry me?” I hold my breath.

I was going to do this in another few months, but there was no way either of us could wait.

I’m tired of her living in two different houses, not waking up with her wrapped around me every day.

So, when the opportunity presented itself, there was no time like the present.

“Oh God, Keller, of course I will. I love you so much. And Jace, God do I love that little boy like he’s my own.” Alana wraps her arms around my neck, not caring about a ring. Hell, she didn’t even see it. The only thing she cares about is telling me how she feels.

“Fuck, but I love you, gorgeous.” I barely get the words out before her lips touch mine as she finagles her body around, straddling my lap.

My hand grips the cheeks of her ass, kneading them, pulling her closer to my length as our tongues tangle with one another, her flavor so unique to her, it’s got me addicted.

“Keller.” Alana’s hips rock, needy, and it’s all for me.

“Gonna take you to bed, strip you of your clothes. The only thing that’s going to be left on your body is going to be the ring I place on your finger,” I tell her, pulling away from her sweet lips.

“Now,” she pleads.

“Give me your hand, Alana.” She does as I say while I take her ring off my finger.

“Oh my God, Keller, it’s gorgeous.” The ring is a single solitaire on a gold band, simple yet profound, just like the woman I’m going to marry.

“Glad you like it. Not sure what I would do if you hated it,” I admit. Picking out her ring was something I wanted to do alone, not have the outside world sneaking in on what was going on between the two of us.

“Like it? I love it. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take this to the bedroom and make love to my fiancé.” She moves her pussy as close to my cock as she can get.

“Fuck yeah,” I respond, then stand up with her in my arms, her legs wrapping around mine, and I already know that tonight, I’ll be the one with bite marks on my neck, chest, and arms to keep her from waking up Jace while we celebrate all through the night.