Gage

Her mouth covers mine, and I roll over to straddle her on the floor next to her bed. In the back of my mind, I know her bedroom door is open, and Adley is sleeping straight across the hall, but I can’t halt her advance. She just told me she would marry me for God’s sake, and it’s been a month since I’ve been inside her.

As weird as it is being in her childhood bedroom, I try to block it out and make it work. I push my cock against her belly, and she wraps her legs around my waist arching up against me with a gasp.

“Door,” she whispers into my ear when I start a trail of kisses down her neck. She’s right, I need to do something about the gaping door, but it’s so hard pulling away from her.

“Okay.” I stand and offer her a hand bending my knees to kiss her hard and fast one more time before closing the door. “Pick that up, I want it on your finger before I have my way with you.” I point to the silver box on the floor next to her foot, and she bends to pick it up, and I slide the ring on her finger. It’s a perfect fit.

I planned on asking her to marry me the second I decided to come to California. I was going to ask even if she didn’t seem receptive to the idea. I wanted her to know how serious and committed I am either way. If she had said no and sent me away, it would have broken my heart into a million pieces, but at least I would know I tried everything I could.

I saw the ring the week we met at a jewelry shop in town when Adley and I were looking for something to give to Clover as a thank you for being our nanny. Being a clover, it caught my eye immediately, and I knew it was hers. Even then, I felt how special she was, how different, and how well we fit together in so many ways.

I glance across the hall and see that Adley is sleeping in Mandy’s bed. A pang of guilt hits me square in the chest when I close the door and lock it breaking a vow that I made to her never to do that. I’ll unlock it the second we are done and dressed again. She’s more relaxed here thousands of miles away from the house where Lenny died right in front of her eyes. I tell myself trying to rationalize my decision. It’ll be fine, I need this, I need Clover.

When I turn around, Clover is pulling back the comforter on her bed, bare except for her engagement ring, a vision of perfection. I pull my t-shirt off by the back of my collar and toss it on the floor shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down and kicking them off. My rock-hard cock bobs up and down as I cross the room. She is in the process of turning to face me when I reach her and turn her back around.

Pulling her back against my front, I cup her breasts and pinch her pebbled nipples. Her arms go up, and she grabs my hair pulling my face down and turning her own to kiss me. I moan and slide my hand down to her slick mound and circle her clit with my middle finger while pushing my cock against her back. “Bend over and grab a pillow to scream into. I’m about to worship you from behind,” I growl into her open mouth.

She whimpers and does as I ask dropping to the mattress and burying her beautiful face into a pillow. I take a second to look at her long, black straight hair fanning out over her back and sides, flawless, glowing cocoa skin, round ass in the air so ripe and ready, I almost lose it.

I kneel next to the bed and tug her closer to me before burying my face in her crease. She tastes exactly like I remember, sweet, almost like butterscotch but with a touch of tang. I’ve been craving it for weeks.

I lick her from clit to the pucker of her ass again and again until her hands are gripping the sheets, and she’s trembling on the verge of orgasm. I’m so lost in her, I don’t notice she’s coming until I hear her yelling my name into the pillow. I suck on her clit, and she convulses around me until it’s over. I kiss each of her smooth, round ass cheeks and stand, push her up the bed, and flip her over in one quick motion.

She flops on her back, arms splayed on either side, sated and limp. “Good?” I ask already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it out loud.

“Fucking amazing,” she pants.

“More?”

“You have to ask?”

“No, I just thought I would be a gentleman.”

“You’ve never been a gentleman before, don’t screw it up by starting now.”

I chuckle. “Touché, beautiful.”

I kneel on the bed nudging her knees apart with my own and settle against her warm body. “I love you so fucking much.” I pick up her hand and kiss the ring on her finger. “Thank you for agreeing to spend your life with me.”

“You’re welcome, I love you, and at the risk of making this an awkward moment, I love Adley, too.”

“Not awkward at all. I’m glad you love her. Constance would approve of you as her mother.”

“You think?”

“I’m sure, you’re everything she wanted to be.” A tear slips from her eye, and I wipe it away with my thumb. “None of that, this is a happy time.

“Okay.” She sniffles, and I kiss her soft mouth until her legs wrap around me and I slide inside her hot, wet core.

“God, I’ve missed this. You feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m serious, if you’d said no to my marriage proposal, I don’t know what I would have done. I can’t live the rest of my life without you wrapped around me and writhing under me.”

“Good thing you’ll never have to find out,” she says on an inward thrust where she clenches my cock with her walls and squeezes tight. I moan and begin to move faster alternating straight-on plunges with circular motions until I’m ready to explode.

“Quiet,” she pants out, and I grind my teeth together so hard it’s a miracle they don’t break. We come together, my favorite way, and it’s not all that quiet. A loud grunt escapes me at climax, and her hand comes to my mouth. Her face twists in pleasure, eyes rolling back, mouth open, head tilted back in that way she does. I wish I could have a picture of her like this, but if I did, I’d never get a damn thing done. I would sit around looking at it stroking myself until they put me into an asylum.

I collapse on top of her and roll us to our sides still connected.

“You’re amazing,” she says scooping up my hair and slipping a rubber band off her wrist to tie it up.

“Ditto, beautiful.”

She stares at me thoughtfully for a moment. “Did you ever think when you bought me that backpack in Jerry’s shop that we would end up like this?” she asks.

“I knew the second I saw you that you were mine.”

“You did? How?”

“Those purple snow pants.” She laughs. “What about you?”

“Yep. It was the hair and your generosity that did it for me. Oh, and the muscles and the fact that you were the hottest daddy I’d ever seen didn’t hurt either.”

I smile and tuck a wayward hair behind her ear. “You’re my lucky four-leaf Clover.”

“And you’re my saving grace.”