Page 24 of Thicker than Blood
“Shit, sweetheart. Shit! You…” I growl and put my head in the bend of her neck as I give her more.
“Oh my God! That… it wasn’t all of it!”
“Not nearly all of it, sweet girl, but I believe you can take it all.”
She turns wet eyes up to me and gives me a small nod as I go one more inch in and then another and another. To help keep her little pussy soft and pliable I lower my hand and use my thumb to massage her swollen nub.
Her hands grab my shoulders as she wiggles and helps me push the last couple of inches inside of her. I wait until she gives me signs and clues that she is ready for me to move and then I shift her legs higher up on my waist and really start working my way in and out of her as I keep the pressure on her clit because she seems to like it so much. In fact, it seems to make her mewl and squeeze up around me as I mold her little pussy to the shape of my cock that belongs inside of her. I might be shaping her body with mine, but she’s worked my heart into a whole new shape, and she did that with her own. The sweetness that lies inside of her and is so easily seen by those she cares about, those around her, is what has made me fall in love with her.
I knew this woman was it for me as soon as I walked into my grandfather’s dining room and those big, round eyes came to mine. I lost my heart that day and I don’t ever want it back. She can keep it…as long as she gives me hers in return.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Maple
I wake up slowly. My whole body hurts and the activities of the night before come crashing back to me. I have no regrets though. None.
I wouldn’t have had it be anyone else but Caspian. It was… perfect and I was so needy and ready for him. He had made sure I was more than prepared. Even though he did, as soon as I roll to my back, I can feel muscles that have been incognito on me before last night start to ache and protest and…
Something catches my eye as I go to throw back the covers. I hold my hand up to take a better look as my mind shuts down. When I look up from the ring, I see Caspian leaning against the door looking at me.
“Did… I miss something last night?”
He purses his lips and shakes his head slowly with an innocent look on his face. “Nope. I don’t think so.”
I'm not buying the innocent act. I turn my hand around to show him the ring, a cold feeling coming over me. Did he… give me this ring as… a gift for…? “I don’t understand.”
“It’s easy, baby girl.” My heart stutters at his choice of words. “I’m not asking, so you don’t have a choice of telling me no.”
“Asking. Asking what?” Is there a formality to becoming a sugar baby? Papers I have to sign? What the hell have I done and who have I trusted?
“For you to marry me.” He stands straight and starts to walk over to the bed. “I’m not asking you if you will. Not after last night. Not after I filled your little pussy full. We can talk about stuff, work things out, hell maybe even argue about it back and forth, but I’m not letting you go and I'm not taking no for an answer.”
The feeling that washes over me is almost like…relief. “You…you want to…get married? To me?”
“I do.” He lifts my hand with his and brings it to his lips to lay a kiss on the palm of my hand. “This ring belonged to my grandmother, Ruth.”
My eyes go to the ring again. It’s a beautiful ring, but…, “I can’t… I’ll fuck it up. I’ll lose it. What if I drop it or…? Why do you want to marry me? Why…? Is it because everyone around you is getting married?”
He laughs but doesn’t let my hand go. “I can barely go a day without seeing you. And I’m a man who knows himself, after I’ve made love to you it’s only going to be worse, that feeling of dying if I don’t have you with me. Not just sex, baby, but actually just being around you, hearing your voice, looking at your smile, catching your scent in my house and around my things. I realized I wouldn’t be able to let you go.”
“You didn’t have a problem when you left that second time. You only came back… because I fell?”
“Don’t get mad.”
My shoulders slump, “Anytime someone says ‘don’t get mad’ that means it’s something to be mad about. What did you do?”
“I was watching you.”
I try to follow his words, but they don’t make sense to me. “I don’t understand.”
“When you moved into the guest house, I put cameras up so I could watch you when I couldn’t be with you.”
“Cameras?” My eyes widen. “Everywhere?”
“Not the bathroom. I was pretty sure you wouldn’t be happy with me if I put them in the bathroom.”
“But the bedroom?” He nods. “That’s how you knew about me not sleeping in my bed. And when I wasn’t in the guesthouse that night, you realized something was wrong. And you came to me. You drove a long way... to be with me.”