First I worry that we're too late to get to the right position to see the plane. And I can't do much to hurry Dorthy along with her in them sexy little high heel shoes she's wearing.

Then I'm ticked that Rogue's late when I check my watch and still don't hear the Beaver.

Then it's there, that distinctive roar headed toward us and I'm so fucking thrilled that Dorthy automatically stops to watch for the plane like she knows I'm gonna want to watch it fly over, that I almost forget that I only have so much time to get this right.

I can't believe how nerve wracking this is-- and I already know Dorthy wants to marry me. I can't believe Rogue went into this blind like he did. Man must have been insane when he asked Mel to marry him.

I watch Dorthy read the other side of the banner as Rogue pulls the plane back around. I hold my breath as I watch it register on her face and then I think she's never gonna look back down and see me holding up this box in front of her.

When she finally does, the look on her face is so blank I feel sick. What if I'm doing this all wrong? But then I find my voice and next thing I know I've got the ring on her finger and my fiance's arms wrapped around my neck as I pull her up off her feet and into a grateful kiss.

There's plenty of light left in the long twilight of early summer and I think maybe we'll walk all the way down to the shore but Dorthy's got other plans.

"Take me back to the room, Bear," she whispers against my ear before I set her back on her feet.

I like the idea of getting her back to the room even better.

She's wearing this slinky little black number that hugs her feminine curves like it was painted on her. It's been distracting me all night, seeing her all dolled up like this.

A woman doesn't get much chance to dress up back home. There's not much point, of course, but it's just not practical to put on a skimpy little skirt and some high heels to drive the truck down to the market.

Dorthy cleans up damn nice. Her blonde curls are all pinned up on her head with a few hanging down by her face and with mascara on, her big blue eyes look like sapphires shining in her face.

That dress though-- my cock twitches as I close the door behind us and yank off the tie that's been choking me all night-- that dress should be illegal on a body like Dorthy's.

It drops low in the front and shows off her milky white cleavage, it hugs her body all the way to her hips and then flares just under her ass and ends shortly after that.

All night I've wanted to get my hand under that little skirt and slide my fingers into her panties. The only thing that's been keeping me from doing it is being so damn nervous about making sure the proposal went off without a hitch.

Now though?

Now all bets are off. We're back in our hotel room with all the privacy we need so I can finally find out what she's got on under that dress.

I get my shoes and socks off and start unbuttoning my own shirt while I watch Dorthy pull a couple of pins out of her hair. She doesn't even know how fucking sexy it is to watch her arms angle over her head, making her back arch and her breasts jut out proudly. Then a couple of pins and all those natural curls come cascading down over her back and shoulders like a waterfall.

It gets my dick so fucking hard I have to grit my teeth.

"That's fucking hot," I tell her as she turns back toward me and starts coming my way.

"What is?" Her smile is so sweet, but the way she's looking at me tells me sweet ain't what she's looking forward to.

"You takin' down your hair like that," I lower my voice and reach for the straps on her dress, eager to slide them off her shoulders so nothing's in the way of my mouth when I start kissing that soft, exposed skin.

Dorthy laughs lightly, like she's amused that something so simple as her taking her hair down would turn me on like it does. Truth is, about everything about her turns me on, and do my best to let her know that about every day.

Her dress is made of some sort of stretchy fabric, no zipper to slide down her back, all I have to do is slide the straps further down her arms and then the top down till her breasts are on display in front of me. Nesting in a skimpy little strapless black bra that holds them up to me as if they were a gift.

They absolutely are. I unsnap the little bra and fling it to the floor before dropping down to kiss each creamy globe and draw my tongue around her nipples while her flesh overflows my palms.

Her hands lace through my hair and in one swift move I tug her dress down her body till she's standing in front of me wearing nothing but a little lacy black thong and her shoes.

I like the way her stomach has a little bit of softness to it and the way her hips flare out, wide and strong till they give way to soft thighs that are made of smooth muscle that I can feel under her skin when I run my hands up them to her ass.

In a flash I've got her on the bed, spread out for me, breathing heavy while she waits for me to slip her shoes off her feet and make my way back up between her legs.

Those little black panties contrast with how pale her skin is and as much as I like looking at the image before me, I know what's waiting for me underneath them is a helluva lot hotter.

Before I hook my fingers under the elastic that runs over her hips, I drag my fingers across the narrow swatch of fabric that runs between her legs and the moist heat I feel against my skin makes me groan in anticipation.

If I were a better man I'd rub my fingers along the material, teasing her till she begged me to touch her with nothing between us. I'd make her moan and come on my hand and take my time with my mouth on her till she was so spun up she couldn't remember her own name.

Sometimes I am that man, but not tonight. Tonight I need her like I need air.

The panties hit the floor and I'm surprised they're still in one piece wit how roughly I pull them off her. I drop my mouth onto her and lick up the flavor of her juices. So sweet, it pulls a groan from my throat and the sound is lost in the folds of her pussy.

"Fuck me, Barrett," she moans above me, her hands pulling at me to bring me up her body.

That's all I need to hear. All I want is to be deep inside her body and feel her clenching on me when she's screaming out my name and then I want to tell her how much I love her while I fill her up with my seed.