Powering on my computer, I decide to get some work done before Kinsley wakes up. I’ve been slacking the past couple of days with everything that’s happened. I need to play catchup a little. Yawning, I reach for my coffee as I log into my work system.

Focusing on my work, I jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning my head, I’m not surprised to see Kinsley standing there. “You let me sleep in too late,” she yawns.

I frown, looking at the time on my phone before I chuckle. “It’s noon, Sugar. You didn’t just sleep in, you slept in.”

She hums, as I turn my chair around, and pull her onto my lap. She’s warm and still damp from her shower. “Someone kept me up all night,” she murmurs, nuzzling my neck which has become her morning habit and I fucking love it.

It’s been two weeks since everything went down. Two weeks since she met my parents and two weeks since she’s left this house.

Two weeks since she’s put even a stitch of clothing on. Tomorrow she’s going with my mother out shopping. They’re going to get shit for the party they’re throwing Kinsley’s parents next weekend.

The time has come for me to meet my future in-law’s. Kinsley swears they’ll like me, and that they already know we’re living together, and everything is okay. I can’t imagine it is, I’m sure they’ll grill me a million times worse than my parents did her, but I don’t mind it, not a single bit. I want them to know that Kinsley is safe with me, that she’s cherished and loved.

Reaching for my desk drawer, I pull out the box that I received yesterday in the mail. I was going to wait until the party, but I’m impatient as fuck. Flipping the top open, with my thumb I take the ring out, and without saying a word I slide it onto her finger.

“Heath?” she asks, sitting up.

I watch as her head tips down and she looks at the jewelry, then she turns her head and looks at me. “You’re already mine, let’s make it official,” I say.

Her lips curve into a huge smile and she nods. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” she whispers.

I wasn’t giving her a choice, but I don’t say that. Kinsley leans in and presses her mouth to mine, her tongue tasting the seam of my lips before I part them, tasting me. Slipping one arm beneath her legs, and the other around her back, I stand up.

Carrying her upstairs, I decide not to fuck her outside, or in the living room, not for this moment. I want this to be special for her. She’s now officially my fiancée.

Once I’m in our room, I lower her down on the bed. Quickly, I strip out of my sweats and wrap my hand around my hard cock, squeezing it once before I stroke.

Kinsley automatically spreads her thighs wide, just the way I like it as she rises to her elbows. “What do you want, Sugar?” I ask.

What do I want?

The question seems as simple as the answer. Although, I know that it isn’t simply put.

I. Want. Everything.

Smiling, I stroke his hard length one more time. “I want you, Heath. Any way you need me that’s how I want you.” His hips surge forward, and I let my hand drop from his cock as he drives himself deep inside of me. My head falls back with a long moan.

Heath’s hands span my waist as his head lowers and he captures one of my nipples in his mouth. When his teeth gently tug on me I whimper. “Spread your legs wider, Sugar. You know how I like it,” he growls.

Laying on my back I shift my arms, slipping them beneath my knees and I bring my legs back, widening them as I do. “Fucking, shit,” he groans, his knees shifting so that his thighs press against the backs of mine as he sinks deeper inside of me.

Heath wraps one of his hands around the side of my neck, his golden flecked eyes focused on mine as his cock drives into me with fierce strength. Our gaze stays locked as he continues to slam into me.

“I’m close,” I warn, my breasts bouncing with each pump of his hips.

He unclenches his jaw, his eyes alight with desire, and determination. “Marry me this weekend, at the party,” he growls.

“Heath,” I breathe.

He shakes his head, his breathing labored as he continues. “I can’t wait, Sugar. I need you to be mine,” he rasps.

My breath hitches at his words. Need. I understand need and I bite my bottom lip as I nod. He lowers his chin, pressing his lips to mine as his pelvis grinds against my clit. “A surprise wedding,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I let out a whining sound as my orgasm crashes through me, completely taking me by surprise. Heath groans, burying his face in my neck as his hips begin erratically pumping in and out of me.

He growls against my neck as his cock grows, and I feel his warm release fill me. I groan, my hips lifting to take all of him inside of me, prolonging my orgasm with each shift, as my clit drags against him.

“Honey,” I whimper, my arms wrapping around him, my hips unable to stop their movements. He groans again, his body weight pressing me farther into the mattress. “You feel so good, Honey,” I rasp.

He chuckles against my neck, his hips lazily fucking me, his pelvis still grinding against my clit causing my breath to hitch with each touch. “You feel amazing, as always, Kinsley. You make me so goddamn happy,” he rasps against my neck.

I giggle, his words filling me with so much joy that it’s hard to keep it inside of me. “I make you happy because I do what you want. I’m not working, and I stay naked for you all day long,” I state.

He grunts, lifting his head from my neck. “You aren’t happy?” he asks lifting a brow, his hips stilling, and his semi-erect cock still nestled inside of me.

Lifting my hand, I cup his smooth cheek. “Honey, I’ve never been so happy. I never imagined that living life this way would be something I could do. That I would be happy spending my days naked beside a recluse,” I suck in a ragged breath as my eyes fill with wet tears. “But, Heath, I’ve never been happier. Not ever in my life like I am with you.”

His lips twitch in a smile and I lift my face to his, pressing my mouth to his own in a gentle kiss before I release him. “Even if I’m resigned to be a homebody?”

I laugh, and his cock falls from me as my body shakes. My breath hitches with the loss of him, but I keep my eyes connected to his own smiling ones. “You’re beyond a homebody, Honey, but I find that I don’t mind much. It’s fun being yours.”

He grins, dropping his face to run his nose alongside my own. “Good, because I’m keeping you for always,” he mutters.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, Heath Mitchell.”

His lips hover over mine before he rasps. “Thank fuck.”

Heath’s mouth slams down against mine and a few minutes later he’s buried inside of me again. It doesn’t take us long to both find our release as the man I watched from a hole in the fence just a few weeks ago, declares his love for me.

My sexy hot recluse.