I was folding the blankets in the living room when the door opened. I looked at the clock, checking the time, seeing it was only three in the afternoon, which wasn't the normal time for Weslie. I grew nervous for a second, thinking it might be Ivan. But I knew I heard the door unlock, and Ivan was the type to pound on the door. Plus, he didn’t have a key.

"You're home early," I said, folding the blanket in my hands. I tossed it onto the couch.

He nodded, walking towards me. "I had a few things I wanted to take care of, so I asked Cayden to fill in for me."

I raised an eyebrow at him. I had hoped my yelling would get them to talk, and I was a little proud that it had worked. "You two…are talking now?"

He nodded. "We're good. You yelling at us didn't really give us a choice."

I smirked because that had been the point. I didn't want them to continue to fight when there was no point. They were fighting over something so petty and meaningless when Cayden should have been happy I had found someone who loved me and treated me right. And he couldn't really be too angry about it being with his best friend when he was with mine.

"So, what did you end up doing?" I asked as I grabbed another blanket to fold it up.

Cayden walked over, stopping at the other edge of the couch. "I wanted to get you something." He dug into his jacket and pulled out a small red box. My hands froze their movement as I stared at it.

I swallowed, suddenly at a loss for words. I'd seen a box that shape before, many times. actually. In movies and at shops when men got down and declared their love. I had one just like it, and I despised it.

But unlike before, I felt…giddy. My stomach plummeted, but I knew it was in a good way, like when you ride a rollercoaster. I felt my lungs unable to pull in the air, and tears built up.

He pulled the lid up and revealed a beautiful, simple ring. It was a simple silver band with a small diamond on the top. My mouth dropped.

"I know the ring is simple…but none of them looked like you. I know I could have purchased one with a larger diamond or a more intricate band, but they didn't feel like you."

"It's stunning…but why? I have a ring."

We both looked at the ring on my finger—the ring I went out and bought so I had something when people asked. Weslie had offered to go out with me, but I didn't want him to. I felt if we went together, it would feel so hurtful. I didn't want to have the ring and stare at it, knowing he'd purchased it for me.

He crouched down. "Because I wanted you to have the real thing because this is real. This isn't fake, and it's never been fake for me. I didn't get you a ring for the fake marriage, but I want you to have a nice ring for the real one. I want you to look down at this and know I bought this and that this is going to last."

I felt like my heart stopped beating, and I swallowed, trying to find words. "You…you didn't have to."

"I did because, April, I want this. I want this more than anything, and even when this stuff with Ivan is done, I still want you. I want the house and the kids. I want the good days and the bad days. I want the screaming matches and the sex fests. I want everything, and I want you to have a ring that represents that. That represents us."

Tears bloomed and broke free. I wiped at them as he walked over, reaching for my hand. "So, can I please replace this one?" His fingers wrapped around the other ring. "And give you the ring you deserve?"

I nodded my hand, feeling the ring tug free. He pulled the other ring off, sliding it onto my finger. It fits perfectly.

I continued to wipe my eyes as I pulled my hand up, staring at the ring. Happy tears broke free, and I chuckled. "It is really beautiful."

"If you want something fancier, we can certainly go look. You don't have to keep it if you don't like it."

I shook my head. "No, everything about us has been so complex…I like thinking this is simple, that this part was easy."

He reached up, cupping my face. "This part was. Having you is the easiest decision I have ever made. Leaving you was the hardest, and I'm not doing it again."

I sniffled as he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed my nose, pressing his forehead against mine.

"I want that to…all of this."

He kissed me. His lips were soft as he pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned against him, enjoying this closeness. For the first time, I felt we were finally being utterly honest, leaving nothing up in the air.

He pressed his forehead against mine, sighing softly. "You have no idea the power you have over me, April. How much strength it took to control myself."

I stared into his eyes, and he smirked. I reached a hand up, running my fingers over his lips. "Why do you say that?"

He chuckled. "Because when you were yelling at us, I wanted to strip you on the table and have you right there in front of your brother. The self-control I had to muster up."

I swallowed suddenly, feeling hot. I clenched my legs together, feeling the heat traveling down. I stared at his lips, suddenly wanting him.

"Well, no one is here now. There is nothing stopping you."

A twinkle sparkled in his eyes as he wrapped his arm around my ass, hoisting me up. I squealed as he moved us. He walked towards the island, placing my ass on the counter. He cupped my face, kissing me roughly as his tongue dove deep into my mouth, taking my breath away.

"Take off your shirt," he growled.

I did, breaking the kiss to pull it over my shoulder. I threw the shirt over his shoulder, not caring where it landed.

"And the bra."

I reached my hand around, unclipping the bra. I felt Weslie's hand travel up my thigh, his fingers softly grazing as they moved, and my heart raced.

"Spread your legs."

I did, feeling his fingers move higher until they were at the band of my underwear. Weslie yanked my skirt up as his lips traveled down. He softly kissed down my neck, and I knew he was leaving, hickies in his wake.

I couldn't breathe. I was panting, and he'd hardly done anything to me, but I knew it was the anticipation. It was the want.

His fingers grazed over my underwear, and I softly moaned. He yanked and ripped them. His finger slid over my folds, and I inhaled slowly, feeling his fingers slid over my clit.

"Your soaking…" he purred, smirking as his lips stopped on my left boob. My body bucked at the contact.

I couldn't find words as he slid two fingers deeply into me. His teeth grazed my nipple, and I moaned loudly. I heard it echo around us, but I wasn't embarrassed.

"My cock is painfully hard, April."

"Then fuck me," I whined, not realizing how badly I wanted him. How badly I wanted him deep in me. "You don't have to hold back...."

"No," he said, moving his lips to my right nipple, biting down softly. I moaned, wiggling on the counter as he thrust his fingers deeply into me.

"Please," I begged.

"No."

His lips traveled down my stomach, and I could see bite marks and hickeys where his mouth had been. I felt like I was on fire as his head traveled lower. I then remembered his words from the first time we were together. I want to taste you so badly.

He pulled his fingers free and looked up at me between his lashes. "Spread your legs wider, April."

I did, swallowing as I stared at him. I didn't want to admit this was the first time someone had wanted to go down on me. Ivan had once, and then complained about how dry I was, which was embarrassing. He never did it again, and I never asked.

Weslie hooked my legs and bent his head down. I felt nothing for a second before I felt his tongue swiped over me, his tongue quick as it flicked over my clit.

"Oh god," I moaned, my hands grabbing the counter, the feeling new.

Weslie didn't stop. His tongue continued to move perfectly, slowly increasing as he licked. His attention was directly on my clit. He slid two fingers back into me, and the speed and pressure was perfect.

"Don't stop," I begged, practically moving my hips with each of his thrusts. I expected Weslie to tell me to stay still, but he didn't. He moved with me.

I felt that build-up and started to grind harder, suddenly wanting it more than anything. His tongue felt like magic, and I didn't want it to stop.

Weslie growled, his teeth grazed my clit, and I cried out as my orgasm took over. I pulsed, feeling my entire body shake. I tumbled backward onto the counter, panting as I tried to catch my breath.

I heard Weslie chuckle as he pulled himself up, resting his hands on my knees. "You taste fucking amazing."

I smiled as I looked at him, feeling in love. Weslie continued to surprise me and do things to make me happy. I didn't ever think I would be this lucky.

"You're talented," I said.

He smirked, leaning forward, and kissed my stomach. "Sorry, I left marks."

I stared at myself, taking them in. I honestly didn't mind them. It was like he was marking me as his own.

"I don't mind, as long as I can return the favor."

He laughed, his eyes darkening. "If you bite me, April, you might regret it."

"Why is it a kink of yours?"

He shrugged. "Possible."

The idea made me giddy, and I smiled. I sat up and glanced down, seeing the bulge in his pants. I reached out, hooking my fingers on his pants. "Maybe I enjoy that as well."

I unzipped his hands, and his cock jerked free. I moved, jumping off the counter, and dropped to my knees. I ran my hand up and down his cock, my eyes glued to Weslie.

"April, you don't have to."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "So, you're allowed to eat me, but I'm not allowed to suck you?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm saying you don't have to just because I did."

I reached a hand between my legs, feeling myself. Weslie's eyes watched me, and I felt his cock pulse slightly as he swallowed. I pulled my hand up, stroking him with my wetness.

"Fuck," he groaned, leaning onto the counter.

I leaned forward, licking his tip. I opened my mouth wide, sliding his cock over my tongue and into my mouth. I took him deep, all the way to his base. I felt Weslie's hand land on my head, his finger tight yet soft like he was trying to remain in control.

"Fuck," he growled. "April, fuck…shit…"

I popped off his cock and ran my fingers over it, staring at him. "What's wrong?"

"Fuck…" he panted, staring at me. "Jesus...I don't...I don't even have words."

I smirked. "You can move if you want. I know how to breathe through my nose." I leaned closer, biting on his hip for a moment. He gasped at the contact.

Before he could respond, I slid his cock back into my mouth. I didn't wait as I deep-throated him, feeling him hit the back of my throat.

"April," his fingers tightened on my head, his fingers shaking. "Jesus."

I twirled my tongue, and suddenly, Weslie's hips thrust with me. I felt tears bloom in my eyes as his cock hit the back of my throat harder. The control he had on himself was gone.

"Take it," he growled.

I did, happily accepting. After a few thrusts in, I felt him pulse, and I swallowed, popping off his dick.

He panted as he leaned onto the counter, trying to catch his breath. He stared at me in amazement.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked, smirking.

He nodded. "I’ve gotten head, but nothing that good.”

I didn't mean to look shocked, but I was. "Wait, what? Seriously??"

He nodded. “There aren’t a lot of women out there that give good head, April. A lot of teeth but not ones that know how to bob and suck at the same time.

I stared at him, amazed.

I blushed as he stepped towards me. He reached a hand up. "I told you, I only ever wanted you."

I knew, but I'd never realize just how badly and I felt special.