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“ I swear to god, twister, if you left the dishes out—” Briggs stops his bitching when he enters the kitchen and sees it’s all cleaned up and I’ve already made dinner. “What are you doing?”

I slap his stomach with the dish towel, laughing. “Figured we’d celebrate.”

In two long strides, he wraps his arms around my waist, and we dance slowly in the middle of the room. “Yeah, I know, but I was going to make you dinner.”

With a shrug, I lift up on my toes to kiss him. “You had a long day. Besides, I’m nervous and I wanted to keep my hands busy until you got home.” Passing him one of the plates of spaghetti, practically the only thing I can cook, he takes it, then reaches behind me for the beer bottles.

Once we sit at the dining table, he takes a big bite and moans over how good he pretends it is. He’s the chef in our house, but I like to pitch in sometimes. Like when I’m about to find out if I made it into the vet tech program at Northview.

“Okay, open it. Go,” he says with a mouth full, chasing it down with a swig of beer. When I reach for my phone, he places his big hand on mine. “Hey, I love you no matter what. You know that, right? No matter what you do or don’t do in life, Mason, I love you.”

Warmth fills my belly. Briggs gives me all the confidence I need to reach for my dreams. Nodding, I smile. “Yeah, I do know. And I love you, too.”

Taking a big breath, I scroll to my email app and see the message from NU. Tears hit my eyes as I read aloud, “Welcome to the Veterinarian Technologist Bachelor of Science Program. Looks like we’re staying in Northview!”

Briggs jumps up and grabs my body into a firm embrace, kissing my neck as I clutch his. “Guess Dr. Smith at Dawson Veterinary Hospital will have a new tech soon.”

With some good lawyers Xavier gave us from Cardell Enterprises, Briggs was able to get his father’s clinic back. He’d just started finding new staff and things were going really well. He’d been working long hours on it, but was now at the point he could take a break. And I’ll have one before starting the program.

As soon as my lease on my old place was up, I officially moved in with Briggs. He’s very particular about cleaning and where everything goes. I don’t usually notice stuff until he gets upset, but I’ll take his punishments any day.

His chest heaves as he gazes at me with that fire behind his eyes. Like I’m about to get it. “Are you gonna call your mom and dad?”

“Yeah, I will after dinner.”

We sit back down to eat, but neither of us can stop our grins between bites. “I think Sweetie had something in her cage she wasn’t supposed to,” Briggs says with a wave of his fork at her in the living room. She enjoys looking out the bay window that overlooks the city street.

“Oh? What?”

He shrugs his big shoulders. “I don’t know. Just came home and saw something in there. Thought I’d inspect it after we ate.”

“I’m done. I’ll go see.” Sometimes she gets random things to make a nest. Mail, an errant leaf that may have followed us from outside… Twist ties from the bread never last in our place. Despite not finishing his dinner, Briggs pushes back from the table and follows me.

Peeking around while she gives me some happy chirps, I don’t see it, but when I open the cage and she flies out, I spot something shiny tied to her dish. Briggs’s large hand presses against my back as he edges up to stand behind me. My heart stops beating…

It’s a silver ring.

“Wh-where did she get something like that ?” Scratching my head, I turn to question Briggs, who unties it.

When I face him, he drops to a knee right in front of me. My hands reach to my hair and tug. “Wait! What are you doing?” I can’t breathe.

His smile broadens as he laughs. “Mason, we’ve been together for a few years. I’m not letting you get away. I love you, despite how much your messiness makes me want to take you over my lap. I’m absolutely crazy for you. Will you marry me?”

My hands are at my mouth with the shock that overtakes me. I love this man. I just never thought about our future, but that’s me. Briggs always plans ahead. He’s got a ten-year strategy laid out in detail. I think about the next ten minutes. Maybe.

Dropping to the floor with him, I grip his neck and press my forehead to his. It’s been a while since I cried, but I do. Tears well up and I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment to savor this. As if my heart bursts open with love, I tell him, “Of course. Yes! I want to marry you.”

His face reflects my same emotion as he slips the ring on my finger. “Perfect fit.”

“Well, I need to get you one, too.” Tackling him, I grip his waist with my thighs and grind on his dick with mine while embracing his lips in a warm kiss.

Breaking our kiss, Briggs says, “Ride me, twister. Take this fat cock in your ass like a good boy.” When he gives my butt a swat, I gasp. He knows how rough I like it.

Both of us shirk off clothes like it’s laundry day, and I sit on his waist, then lean forward and take a nipple in between my teeth, sucking in the way that makes him squeal this high-pitched sound I love. “Fuck, baby. ”

His cock thickens underneath mine as our balls mesh together, hot and ready to go. Fortunately, the lube is right there on the coffee table from last night where we sat watching a movie and jerked each other before falling asleep. As I reach across to grab it, Briggs grips my thighs, so I don’t fall off him, and bites his bottom lip, giving me a large thrust so our dicks throb against each other.

Squeezing out a string of the liquid onto us, I grip both of our cocks and stroke them in my hand. My fiancé puts his arms behind his head and watches us together, both of our crowns oozing pre-cum and mixing with the lube.

“God, I love rubbing on you like this. But I want to breed that tight little asshole. Want daddy to put it in, baby?”

My cock jerks at his words. “Yes, daddy. Please.”

As he grips the base, I squat over him, edging myself down. I suck in a breath as his thickness presses against my puckered hole until I relax enough to let it ease in farther.

“Ride it, twister. Take it deep.” His hips jerk up, and I groan at the sensation of him filling me whole. One of his big palms slaps against my chest, and I take it and suck on his fingers as his eyes half shut.

Bouncing on his cock repeatedly, my own bobs between us until he grips it in one of his hands, then strokes me. “Fuck, daddy. You’re gonna make me come.”

“Spray me, baby. Get it all over me. I wanna bathe in your cum.”

I let my hips work over his and writhe on him, getting him to hit my spot. “Oh, shit. Here it comes.” There’s no holding back as the ecstasy hits my every nerve ending and I erupt all over him, everything spraying out of the tip and some even in his mouth.

He lets go of my dick while I melt into him. Gripping my hips, he works himself in and out of me rapidly until he sits up and lets go, our chests pressed tight together. His tongue does the same to my mouth as he fills me up.

Once we part, he breathes inside me and pants out, “I love you so much, twister.”

“I love you, Briggs. I can’t wait to be your husband.”

Kissing my lips sweetly, he lifts me off him and says, “Now, clean up this mess. I’ll take care of the dinner dishes.”

When I get up and bend to pick up our clothes, he spanks me hard, and I laugh while trying to dodge his next one.

“Yes, daddy.”