41. Nolan
Chapter 41
Nolan
I t’s dark now.
We’ve had a great night outside as a family. The boys haven’t dropped the Pops crap since Finn opened his mouth. I don’t mind, really. I know he did it as a joke, but I wouldn’t mind if they kept calling me that.
After we stuff our faces with roasted marshmallows, then catch and release a few dozen fireflies, we settle in around the fire. The kids will likely want to go inside soon, as boredom sets in.
With Bethany in the bathroom, I seize the chance to do something I’ve been wanting to do. I have to make this quick and do it so Mollie doesn’t give anything away. Love her, but she has a tendency to spoil surprises, not on purpose but because she’s five and gets excited.
“Can I ask you boys something serious?”
Finn raises his hands. “I didn’t do it.”
“Doubt that, but you can tell me later what you didn’t do,” I tease, because that’s what we do. “Because you two have been looking after your mom all your lives, I wouldn’t feel right not getting your permission.”
Felix, turning his head slightly, casts his gaze toward Finn. “About freaking time, man.”
“We thought you were gonna chicken out.” With a resounding smack, Finn high-fives his brother, a grin splitting his face.
“So, is that a yes?” I ask, keeping an eye on the backdoor.
“One hundred, Pops.” With a confident nod, Finn answers for them both.
Rising to his feet, Felix walks over to Mollie. “Come on, kiddo. Pops and Momma need some privacy. How about we go downstairs, and you teach me how to play that new princess game?”
Finn is right behind them.
Kellie finishes her drink, the ice clinking softly in the glass, before she stands and heads that way.
“What about you, kid? You okay with it, too?”
Instead of speaking, she crosses the space between us; her hug enveloping me in a strong, silent embrace. Recently, her emotional volatility has become increasingly obvious, with rapid shifts in mood and intensity. These damn teenage hormones are changing her, but not for the bad. She’s still my tough, rough, scrappy daughter, with a few more emotions that she and I are learning to embrace.
When the backdoor opens she releases me, passes Bethany, hugs her, then joins the others inside.
“Are we really that boring?” Bethany joins me on the wicker bench.
“I don’t think you’re boring at all.” I gently lay my hand on her leg, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her skirt.
Before I can say or do anything else, she turns and straddles my lap. “That’s because I’m not.”
My fingers trace the curve of her spine, pulling her near until our bodies meet. “Marry me.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you.”
“Is that all?”
“Because you love me, too.”
“That I do.”
“And you love how good it feels getting stuffed with my cock.”
Her hands slide down between us and cups me. “It’s a nice cock.”
My hands sneak under her skirt, grasping her firm buttocks and dragging her nearer. “Say yes.”
“Make me.” The scent of her arousal fills the air as my finger moves between her legs and traces down her slick center, and she hums softly, her breath catching in her throat.
I shake my head, a sigh escaping my lips. “That’s not how it works. You have to say it because it’s what you want to say.”
With a deft touch, she quickly locates the button on my shorts, unfastens it, and smoothly pulls the zipper down. Once my cock is free, she rises to her knees, encourages me to shift a little lower, then places the tip at her entrance. “Did you get me a ring?”
I groan as her hot, wet cunt encases my throbbing cock. “Fuck, Bethany. You feel so damn good.”
With each bounce, she brings us closer to the edge of ecstasy, only to suddenly pause before reaching the climax. “My ring. I can’t say yes unless I have a ring.”
“Don’t move.” I warn her. A slight groan escaping my lips as I sit up and grab the bag she’d overlooked when I arrived.
Her legs tighten around my waist so she doesn’t slip off, the muscles of her perfect pussy squeezing the life out of me.
This isn’t exactly how I planned to ask her. But with Bethany, nothing ever goes as planned.
With trembling hands, I open the small, ornate box, carefully extracting the ring, and collapse against the rough-hewn bench, my heart pounding.
“There’s no turning back after this. We are in it until the very end. The good, the bad, and the ugly. No matter what happens, it’s you and me against the world.” I grab her left hand and slide the ring onto her finger. “Say yes.”
She lifts her hand and stares at the ring. It’s nothing extravagant. A simple princess cut diamond with two pink and two blue, small, pear-shaped diamonds on each side.
With a shaky breath, she looks up at me, tears welling and blurring her vision. She’s absolutely beautiful.
Grabbing my face with both her hands, she leans forward. “Yes.”
“Yes?” I need to hear her say it again.
She caresses my face, moves her hips, and makes love to me slowly. Mesmerized, we stare into each other’s eyes; the world fading away as our gazes lock. Leaning close, our breaths mingling, she licks her lips. I want to kiss her but won’t until she says it again.
“Say it,” I whisper.
She picks up the pace and brings us back to the point of no return. Right before she slams down onto me, she says it.
“Yes. Fucking yes.” Her pussy tightens around me, but her eyes don’t look away. “I love you. And I can’t wait to marry you. So, yes.”
That did it. I come so hard my vision blurs as I slam my lips against hers and kiss her until I have to stop to catch my breath.
That’s when the last part of my heart that was still bleeding, heals. She’s mine. Will forever be mine.
And she said I couldn’t change her mind. Seems she was wrong.
Thank God.