Bryce
We were a heaping mess rolled up in her sheets. I pulled her close to me, giving no fucks about the ruined linens. All my fucks were for her and her alone. I remembered how my parents got married in three days. That was going to happen here. I needed to stop them from leaving tomorrow. We had a wedding to get together. My phone was in my pocket, so it was going to have to wait. I sighed peacefully, hugging her tight and kissing her neck. “I could stay like this forever.”
“Me, too.” She tucked herself into me. “I can’t believe that after all this time we’re finally together.”
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I didn’t find you sooner.” I continued peppering kisses on her neck and shoulder until she turned around to look at me.
“I’ve known for a bit, but I was too scared that I’d meet you and you would have someone else.”
“So why did you do it now?”
“I needed to get over you. I couldn’t live forever with false hope. It’s not healthy.”
“Well, I’m glad you did. I swear I thought it was a mirage to see your picture.”
“A mirage? Were you in a desert?”
“No, just a sea of loneliness,” I whispered against her ear.
“What a smooth talker.”
“I’ve had six years to think about this moment,” I confessed. So many times I’d rehearsed what I would say once I saw her again. When I did, all I could get out was, “Mine.” It was still a powerful moment. Fuck, I made her faint.
“So have I,” she replied, turning around to face me. I stole a glance at her tits, thoughts of rubbing my cock in between them flooding my brain. My tip grazed her lips. Good lord, the vision of her taking me into her mouth was going to unman me. I felt beads of cum coating my tip and her belly.
A smile crept up her face as her hand dipped down between us. I shivered the instant her soft, feminine hand tentatively wrapped around my girth. I closed my eyes and tossed my head back. It felt so good to have her touch me like that. She slowly moved her hand up and down, learning how to please me. “Am I doing this right?” she asked.
“Perfectly,” I grunted, my voice thick with need.
The sound of my ringer going off made me snarl and Harper giggle. “You think it’s funny?” I asked menacingly while I cupped her pussy.
“No, but you should get it. It’s still going off.”
“Well, I was trying to do the same.”
She rolled her eyes before moving away then hopping to her feet. That was a big mistake because she was still weak from our fucking and fell back on the bed in a sitting position. I shook my head, then stood to get my phone.
Harper was staring at my semi-hard cock. Feeling smug, I wagged it at her and winked as I called my mother back.
“What’s going on, Mom?” I asked as soon as she picked up.
“Um, are you pulling your father or not?”
“What do you mean?”
“I need to know if we’re having a wedding in three days or not.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Good, I’ve gotten the ball rolling, but she’s going to have to contact her side of the family. I’m getting everything organized. Will the hotel work for you? It looks better than when we got married in it.”
“Sure, Mom, but there’s kind of something I need to do first.”
“You haven’t asked her yet, have you?” she scolded. I could hear her talking to herself and making notes on her iPad. The woman was typing away as she waited to yell at me again.
“I was about to do that now, but someone calling kind of knocked that back for a minute. I love you, Mom. Go ahead with whatever you need to do. We’ll be over for dinner tonight for a proper introduction.”
“Perfect, sweetheart. Your sisters will be here tomorrow.”
“I’ll talk to you later. Six?”
“That’s wonderful, Bryce.” I hung up the phone and saw the shocked expression on her face.
“What’s the matter, Harper?”
“Um, what are they going to think of me?”
I climbed back on the bed, pushing her down and leaning over her with the small box in my hand that I’d tucked under the pillow. “They are going to love you. If you’re what I want, they’ll be happy.”
“But I work for them.”
“No, you don’t. As of today, you don’t anymore. And let me tell you how my parents met. He walked right into the Inn before it was called that, and told her she was his. He left and came back three months later when she turned eighteen, then dragged her off to get married.”
She gasped. “But they may not want that for you.”
“Ha. You didn’t hear what my mother said. She’s already planning the wedding.”
“Wow, not much pressure for you.”
“There’s none at all. I want you and just put my seed in you. I think I told you what my goal was, so you’ll need this.” I opened the small box that I’ve kept for three years. The one I’d gotten when she turned eighteen. In fact, when I looked at her record I’d noticed her birthday was August 18th. The same day I bought the ring.
She gasped, clapping her hands to her mouth. After taking her left hand, I slid the three-carat diamond on her finger. Harper glanced between the ring and myself several times, making me smile with her awed expression.
“Bryce, I don’t know if I can accept this. It’s too much,” she argued.
“What, is it too big? You don’t like it?” I asked, looking at her for confirmation. It stood out on her hand, but she deserved even more than that.
“I love it, but you shouldn’t have spent so much on a ring for me.”
“There’s no one else I’d spend it on. Besides, that’s not your concern. If you like it, then it stays. I plan to spoil you until our dying day.”
“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you,” she confessed, her hands closing around my face. “But I will be forever grateful,” she finished, kissing me and pulling me down over her, which started another bout of slow love making.