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RILEY

TWO MONTHS LATER

T he Italian sausage sizzling in the pan mixes with my parents animatedly talking with David, Sarah’s Dad, and they all catch up like old friends. It’s still blowing my mind that he’s here and when Sarah invited him up here for the week, I knew I wanted to step my plan into overdrive. So I offered to pick him up from the airport while she attended a meeting with Nate, her baseball client.

My heart is pounding and I’ve gone up against some of the toughest opponents while playing hockey. But, this. Asking a very important question to the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with? Yeah, I’m terrified. Not that I think she’ll say no. We’ve talked about marriage and babies several times. Is it too soon to propose to Sarah? Maybe. But when you know, you know. And I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

I add the noodles to the boiling water and chop up the peppers and onions that will pair well mixed into the pasta and the champagne I have tucked away in the back of the fridge. When everything is assembled, I shake my hands out and begin .

“Hey, Blue?” I ask as I add some more seasoning to the pasta, if only to keep my hands occupied as reason for needing her assistance.

“Yeah?”

“Will you go in that drawer and hand me a pot holder?” I ask and nod to the drawer in front of where the bowl-plates are located.

“Sure.” She gets up and I look over my shoulder and my parents and David, who all nod and try to hide their smiles.

My heart is pounding louder again and it’s like the thumping is in my ears now. The sound of the drawer sliding open is like a baseball crashing into a window. I look over at Sarah and her eyes are fixed on the sole ring box in the drawer. Turning the burners off, I walk the two steps to where she’s standing.

In her ripped jeans and black tank top with her hair falling in wavy auburn strands down her back, she’s perfect. I grab the ring box out of the drawer and flip it between my fingers before dropping down on one knee.

“What are you doing?” She whispers.

“I remember months ago, I told you if you ever allowed yourself to fall in love again, to let it be me. I love you. More than I thought I could ever love someone. You challenge me to step out of my comfort zone, you challenge me to be a better son and teammate, and you challenge me to be a better partner. I know this is soon, but why do we need to follow a timeline before deciding that we want to spend the rest of our life with one person? You are that person for me. You are who I want to spend the rest of my life with.” I open the ring box and her eyes go to the 2-carat elongated diamond nestled in the blue velvet box. Taking the ring out, I ask her the only question that matters. “Sarah Jane Callahan, will you marry me? And challenge me for the rest of my life?”

She’s nodding her head before I finish and instead of looking at the ring, she’s looking at me. “Yes. A million times yes.”

I slide the ring onto her delicate finger and catch her falling body as she wraps her arms around my neck. Our parents clapping in the background is like white noise as all I can focus on is her. I stand up with her in my arms and revel in the feel of her body against mine and knowing that she is mine for the rest of my life.

She pulls back and kisses me quickly before fully admiring the ring I just slid on her finger. “You really know how to surprise a girl.”

I gently cradle her face in my hands and wipe away the stray tears. “Consider this my motto.”

“For the rest of our life.”

We crash into our bedroom later that night. My parent’s left an hour ago and David went to the hotel he booked for this week despite Sarah saying he could stay here. Selfishly I’m glad he’s staying at a hotel because then we wouldn’t be able to celebrate the way we want to.

Our clothes go flying and our lips reattach after each item is removed until we’re both completely naked. I pull Sarah against me, her skin smooth as silk and nipples pointed tips against my chest sends a shiver down my spine. We walk backwards until Sarah tips back on the bed. I stay standing and kiss my way down her body. Our eyes lock as I place open-mouthed kisses on her thighs, teasing the place where she wants me most if evident by her huff of frustration.

“Stop teasing me,” she whines and I raise an eyebrow at her demand. “Or I’ll take care of the job myself.”

“While I’d love to see that.” My cock agrees and twitches against my leg. “I’d rather be the one to make my fiancé come.”

“God, I love the sound of that word coming from your mouth…” her words trail off with a moan as I take a swipe through her pussy with my tongue.

“What was that?” I ask, my face hovering near her sensitive area.

“Oh, God,” she cries out as I lick into her. “Be a good fiancée and make me come.”

“With pleasure.” I tell her before spreading her open and spearing her with my tongue. Her moans and gasps of pleasure as she gives into the sensation is strong. My hands wrap around her thighs and I pull her closer, holding her in place as I shove my tongue further inside of her. Sarah’s thighs clamp down around my head as I continue to eat at her like it’s my first time with her.

I slide two fingers inside of her and curl, thrusting while I flick at her clit with my tongue. Adding another finger until she’s stuffed, I work her fast and quick to the edge of one orgasm, but slow down when I feel her tighten around my fingers. I do that over and over until I finally let her have what she wants.

“Riley,” she moans when I finally let her come. I work her through her orgasm and kiss a trail up her body. I love that Sarah doesn’t care if I taste like her. In fact she thrives off of it if her rubbing against my cock is any sign.

I crawl up on the bed with her and fall on my back, taking her with me. My hands fall on her legs as she straddles me and she continues to kiss me like she’ll never get the chance to again.

“What do you say my fiancé puts my cock in her pussy?” I say in her ear and I push her hips down, grinding her over my dick.

She whimpers and it’s the hottest thing I’ve heard. With a kiss on my lips, she sits up and fists my cock in her hand, pumping it a few times before sitting up on her knees and swiping the head through her opening. I’ll never get over the sight of us joining, of my cock impaling her as she slowly sinks down on me, and of my cock tucked tight inside of her.

“I wish you could see this view, baby.” I tell her as she lifts and lowers on my cock.

“Maybe we should get a mirror,” she jokes as she falls forward and places her hands on the headboard. Sarah braces herself as she uses me to come. Bouncing up and down on my dick, the sounds of our arousal and skin slapping is a sound unlike any other. Her movement stutters as she rolls her hips over me and I feel that movement to my balls.

I place my hands on her hips and help her move. Sweat trails between her breasts and I lick it up, and move to her swaying breasts. I pull a nipple between my teeth and tease a tip with my tongue.

“Riley, Riley, Riley,” she chants and I know she’s getting closer to coming.

“Do you need to come baby?”

“Yes.”

“Then hold on.” I tell her before I’m rutting up into her. My hips lift in fast succession and my thumb plays with her clit that’s a hard nub. Over and over until I feel her walls fluttering and she throws her head back. I continue my thrusts as I finally fall over the edge and spill into her with a shout of her name.

Sarah collapses onto my body, breathless and boneless, with me still buried inside of her. “Holy shit engaged sex is so much better.” She says and kisses a trail across my chest before taking my lips in hers.

I turn, flipping our positions and laying her on her back. “Blue, I just emptied my brain into you. I need at least ten minutes to recover.”

“Fine,” she says and looks at the ring on her finger. I pull out and stretch my body alongside hers. “I still can’t believe we’re engaged. How? When?”

“I get a lot done when you have meetings in-office,” I tell her and laugh a bit as she faux punches me on the arm. “I already had the ring, but I asked your dad for your hand when I picked him up from the airport.”

She smiles a watery smile and looks at her ring again. I know she’s thinking about her Mom. But it turns out her Dad filed for divorce right before he came up here. He said her treatment of Sarah, plus the infidelity that he was never okay with, were two things they couldn’t come back from. David is using this week as time to decompress and possibly look for a house. He hasn’t told Sarah that part yet. But get a man alone and he’ll spill all his deepest secrets. He doesn’t want to be away from his daughter anymore and this is just one step of many that he’s doing to repair their relationship.

“I love you.” She tells me.

“I love you, too, Blue.”