Running upstairs, I changed my outfit. I had thirty minutes to get ready before Kayson got home from work and we headed to Sixes for our Christmas party. It had been a little over two months since Brandon's arrest and life was smoothing out. 

Tonight I was wearing my typical attire of jeans and cowboy boots. But, I'd found a fabulous T-shirt that showed a plate of cookies and the words: I put out for Santa. Needless to say, I had gotten Kayson a red T-Shirt with one of those Hello name tag stickers screen printed on it. Kayson's shirt read: Hello, My Name Is Santa.

I felt Kayson's arms wrap around me as he kissed my neck. “We need to get going if we’re going to make it on time.” He tugged my hand and pulled me out of the house and helped me up into his truck.

On the way to Sixes we talked about Greek lessons, I had one week left and then I could officially be chrismated as Greek Orthodox.

We walked into our favorite hangout and it was Stella’s voice that we heard first, not a big shocker. “Oh my God, I fucking love those shirts. I thought mine was awesome, but you so have me beat.” Stella was wearing a shirt with a giant candy cane that read: I’m twisted. “How are the plans for the charity ball coming along? I am so excited for you.” Stella and I looked over at Carter when she asked about the ball.

We weren’t positive about his whole “poof” girls disappear thing, but we believed it had something to do with Kayson’s cousin Sophie. We’d soon find out since she was moving back to Orlando in a few months. Stella and I were anxiously awaiting the drama.

“Good. I’ve got everything in order. I’m just excited that I won the bid to be the event planner. As you know Sophie’s agreed to be one of the women auctioned off at the event.” I shifted my eyes toward Carter, his knuckles were white from gripping his bottle of Yuengling so tight. I met Stella’s smirk.

That night as we said goodbye to everyone and walked to the truck, a weird deja vu feeling came over me. Not really deja vu since it hadn’t happened yet but “future-ja-vu” if there was such a thing. Kayson helped me into his truck, and I saw us doing this exact same thing but in my future memory, I guess that was what people called a premonition. He had a mischievous look on his face as he asked, “What time does the babysitter have to be home, want to go make out somewhere?”

Before he shut the truck door, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I love you.”

“Then marry me.”

I was taken aback by his words then figured he was just giving me the line from my favorite movie Sweet Home Alabama. “What you wanna marry me for anyhow?”

“So we can have more nights like this.” Kayson pulled out a ring that was tied with a piece of ribbon. “This was YiaYia’s, my grandmother’s.”

I looked down at the band etched into a filigree pattern resembling lace in the vintage style ring, a large center diamond surrounded by tiny diamonds. My heart pounding, and my head spinning. I came to Orlando alone, no family, destined to spend my life all by myself. This gorgeous Greek god standing in front of me rescued me, he gave me his family, and I never wanted to be without him.

“If I say yes . . .” A smile spread across Kayson’s face. “Does that mean I can kiss you anytime I want?”

Kayson didn’t answer me until we got home.

“Mm-hm.” He rolled so I was caged under him and slid his hand down so he could pop the elastic on the top of my panties. “Take these off.”

I nodded, tossed the fabric on the floor, and smiled as he kissed his way down my body.

He leaned on his forearms and dropped a hand between my thighs. I moaned when he slid one finger then two inside me. He took his time, hitting all the right spots until he had me writhing beneath him. He kept pressing, petting, massaging, his thumb rubbing my clit at the same time. The stubble on his face prickled my skin as he dragged his cheek up my stomach to rest on my chest. With his mouth positioned perfectly he took in one nipple, gently between his teeth and tugged.

I felt the muscles in my legs tighten, my toes curl, and my feet point as my body ached for its warm release. A few more flicks inside with his come-to-me finger movement and an explosion washed over my body as I shouted his name over and over in a soft chant.

“That’s one,” he said, looking down at me smiling.

“One? One what?” I panted, the glow from my orgasm coating my skin with a thin layer of sweat.

“One orgasm. You have two more to go before I’m letting you up.”

Kayson dipped his head, teasing as he drew long licks along my folds before kissing the inside of my thighs. Then with a hand on the inside of each thigh, he spread me open and sucked my second orgasm from me.

“That’s two,” he whispered.

While the vibes still rippled through me, Kayson positioned himself at my opening.

“Let me get a condom,” he said, leaning toward his nightstand.

Squeezing his forearms to stop him, “No. Just you,” I whispered.

Slowly, he lowered himself over me, bracketing my body between his strong arms so we were chest to chest, my legs wrapped around his hips. When he pushed into me, I wanted to cry. The man was so gentle as he worked himself into me. Lines of restraint pulsed in his neck, arms, and along his forehead.

“Don’t, baby. Don’t hold back. I want you, all of you,” I said into the crook of his neck, and it was all he needed.

With one powerful thrust, he was seated, balls deep, and his face looked euphoric. He held himself still for a moment before he started moving, his hips lifting and then driving him deeper inside me. I’d never imagined having three orgasms back to back, but I could feel the throbbing, aching need build inside me.

“I’m so fucking in love with you.” His words matched his rhythm.

“I love you. I love you.”

“Sweet, please tell me you’re close?” he asked. “Because I’m coming,”

I nodded. “Yes, yes,” I assured him.

He pulled back his hips once more and drove deeper than ever, and I felt it, each spurt of his release as it splashed inside me. His guttural moans weren’t words. They were sounds of pure bliss. Ecstasy. It was a sound that rocked my world.

“Will you tell me again?” I’d asked Kayson that question nearly every night before falling asleep.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”