3 Years Later
KIERAN WAS GLAD he’d decided he didn’t want his first time to be on camera. Especially now, considering he had moaned Sammie’s name at least eighteen times. It would have been a bitch to edit out of the audio.
The bed in their tiny room rocked against the wall as she thrust into him again.
“Fuck, Sammie, fuck.”
“Do you need me to stop?” Her hands were on his back, rubbing soothing circles over the skin there. Sammie sounded nearly as winded as he felt.
“Do not fucking stop.” Because Kieran was pretty sure he was about to cum untouched, if only she would just…
Sammie thrust her hips, sending him careening face first back into the mattress.
He’d thought it might be nice, getting pegged with a gorgeous view spread out in front of him.
They were staying at his aunt’s vacation home just outside Ballyferriter, the picture window in their room showcasing the peninsula that spread out just past the backyard.
He wanted to take Sammie down the rocky pathway to the small beach.
He’d been planning it for ages. This trip to Ireland, that they’d had to put off again and again because life didn’t always leave room for plans.
The walk down to the beach, both of them bundled up against the cold, standing hand-in-hand in front of the gray-blue water that so perfectly matched the shade of her eyes.
The ring, hidden away in his luggage.
Only now, as Sammie’s fingers dug into his hips, as she pounded into him, Kieran wasn’t so sure he’d even be walking later that day, let alone getting down on one knee.
Not that he minded, not when it felt so good that he couldn’t think straight.
“Kieran…” His name was a gasp falling from her lips, a quiet prayer, just for the two of them. Kieran hardly heard her over the sound of his own moans.
He heard her next words plenty loud enough.
“Will you marry me?”
Sammie followed the question with another sharp snap of her hips, and Kieran spilled onto the sheets beneath them with a shout.
Had she just…
Kieran couldn’t move, couldn’t think, but he needed to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.
“Did you,” he gasped out. “Just propose… while you’re inside of me?”
Silence.
“Yes.”
“What the fuck, Sammie?”
“It just slipped out!”
“I can’t even see you!”
Kieran flopped down into his own mess as Sammie pulled out of him. By the time he’d managed to turn over, to face the woman he’d been in love with for the last three years, she’d already torn off her strap and tossed it aside as she looked down at him.
Kieran sighed. “Well?”
Sammie shrugged. She stood before him, dark hair falling far past her shoulders now, completely naked, waiting for him to decide whether or not he wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.
“Ask me again.”
Sammie flushed, looking to the side. “I didn’t plan on it, it just felt… right.”
“So,” Kieran said, pushing off the mattress, locking his elbows to prop himself up. “Ask me again.”
Sammie swallowed, sucking in a shaky breath.
“Will you marry me?”
Kieran reached out, pulling her down on top of him. Her skin was warm against his, and she squirmed to get away from the mess on his stomach, giving up as his eyes continued to search her face.
Then, Kieran smiled. “I’d love to marry you.”
Sammie looked surprised by his answer. She still had moments of doubt, moments of wondering if her own feelings were too big, too much for his to match.
They’d talked about it countless times. Kieran watched it fade away, that needless worry.
He watched as his words sank in, as the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen spread across her face.
“Really?”
“Did you think I would say no?”
“Well.” She scrunched her nose. “Not really.”
Kieran pulled her against his chest, burying his face in her hair as she hugged him back. Any plans he’d had for the evening faded from his mind as he soaked up her eternal warmth.
Just because she’d proposed first didn’t mean he couldn’t as well.
They could go for their walk on the beach later. There would be plenty of time for everything they wanted to do. For all the things that they had planned.
Together.