Page 57 of More Than a Friend
“I’m going to come,” I rasp, crossing my fingers she doesn’t stop this time.
Relief and pleasure sizzle through my veins when she keeps going, and one final suck of my clit into her mouth makes me detonate, gushing wetness around her fingers and onto the sheets.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Your pussy is so pretty when she gushes for me. Look how wet you are. You made such a mess of our sheets.”
I whimper as she pulls out, then hovers over my spent body to give me a messy kiss.
The last year has been blissful, to say the least. It hasn’t come without its challenges—Shea being an asshole and trying to find a place with a big enough closet for both of us, just to name a couple—but I’ve never been happier.
We were able to secure a nice three-bedroom townhome in Sandy, only twenty minutes from the law firm. We carpool to work and have lunch together every day.
My parents took a few months to come around, but since my kids are their only grandchildren, they’re trying to be okay with it so they can have a relationship with them. They refuse to acknowledge Skylar as a romantic partner, but they aren’t shutting her out, which is more than I expected.
Shea and I barely talk, even about the kids, but he recently got married to Alisa, so we’re navigating co-parenting with otherpeople in the mix. Alisa is young and naive, but I don’t hate her. She talks to me more than my ex-husband does.
He doesn’t seem happy in his marriage, but as long as he’s not being an ass to the kids, I’ll mind my own business.
Gus has been in therapy, and we’ve had a lot of conversations about the church and what is and isn’t true. I try to stay as neutral as possible, but it’s hard when he gets hurt by some of the things he learns.
He and Zoe have adjusted well to having Sky live with us, and having another person to share the parenting load has been so nice. She’s seamlessly embedded herself with us, and the kids have loved having her around.
Right after we moved in together, I ordered a ring, and I plan on proposing to Sky on our one-year anniversary of living together. I just haven’t figured out the best way. This will be her only proposal, so I want it to be special. It’s been agony trying to keep it a secret from her.
Sky rolls off of me and rifles around in her bedside drawer before turning back to face me, kneeling on the bed.
“I can’t wait any longer to do this,” she whispers, holding out a light blue velvet box.
I scramble to sit up.
No fucking way she’s doing this now!
“Skylar…” I say with a warning in my voice.
She gives me a mischievous smirk in return. “Ava, I’ve loved you for so long, but I never thought you’d ever be more than a friend. By some miracle, you love me back, and I don’t want to waste any more time before making you mine forever. Will you be my wife, Aves?” She opens the box to reveal a gold band with a single marquise diamond. It’s simple and stunning and absolutely perfect.
Tears of undiluted joy spring to my eyes, even as I laugh. “You just fucked me within an inch of my life, and now you’re proposing?”
Skylar shrugs. “You look too pretty to resist. I’m sorry this isn’t a big, romantic gesture with flowers and?—”
“Skylar, I wouldn’t want it to be. Our timing for big declarations has always been a little wonky. Yes, Skylar Call. I’ll be your wife, but?—”
I reach into my own side table and pull out the little drawstring bag I was keeping in a hollowed-out journal. I pull out the oval shaped diamond with pavé accents on the band and hold it out to her.
“Only if you’ll agree to be mine. I wanted to do this in a romantic way, too. It’s your only proposal, and I wanted it to be big and special. I love you, Skylar Call. I’ll forever be grateful to whatever higher power exists that I get to have you in my life.”
Skylar’s coffee-colored eyes shimmer with tears as she shakes her head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you so much, Ava. I can’t wait to be your wife.”
We slide the rings on each other’s fingers, then kiss and kiss and kiss.
The next morning, we tell the kids we’re going to get married, and we go out for celebratory pancakes.
Sitting in a crowded restaurant, surrounded by my favorite people, I’ve never felt happier.
THE END