19. Mike
Nineteen
Mike
I thought the hard part would be talking to her family.
I was wrong.
The hard part is this—sitting across from her while she’s curled up in my flannel, legs tucked under her, reading a damn book like she doesn’t already own every inch of me.
She’s soft. Glowing. Wrapped in my clothes, in my house, and still looking at me like she doesn’t know I’m about to ruin her.
I talked to her dad and uncle today. Told them the truth. Told them I’m not walking away.
They didn’t tell me no.
Now I need to make sure she understands: I’m not giving her a choice either.
Not about us.
—-
She glances up. Smiles. “You good over there?”
I don’t answer.
I stand. Cross the room. Hold out a hand.
“Put the book down.”
She blinks. “Excuse me?”
“Down. Now.”
She bites back a smile, sets it aside. Takes my hand. “What’s got into you?”
I pull her to her feet, crowd her body with mine. I don’t kiss her yet. Just stare.
She softens under my gaze. “Mike…?”
I cup her jaw. “No sass. No jokes. Just you listening.”
Her lips part. She nods.
I lean in, breath brushing her ear. “You’re mine.”
She shivers.
“You’ve been mine since the second I saw you again in that library. But today, I made it known.”
Her brows lift.
“I talked to your uncle. Your dad. Said everything I needed to say.”
Her breath catches.
“They gave me their blessing, Shanay. And now, I’m about to make sure you understand what that means.”
—-
I don’t wait.
I lift her into my arms, carry her to the bed, and lay her out like a gift I’ve earned.
Her flannel slips open. No panties underneath.
Good girl.
I strip her slowly. Kiss every inch. Bite down on her hip hard enough to leave proof.
She’s already wet. Soft. Ready.
I undress fast—brutal, clumsy, teeth clenched—and settle between her thighs.
“I’m gonna make you come so many times tonight,” I mutter, dragging the head of my cock through her slick. “But the last one? That’s gonna be with my cum leaking out of you and a ring on your finger.”
Her eyes go wide. “Mike—”
“Shh.” I slide in. Hard. Deep. Slow enough to savor every gasp.
She arches, thighs shaking.
I grip her hips. Grind deeper.
“You feel that?” I groan. “That’s what claiming feels like.”
She whimpers.
“I’m not just fucking you, Shanay. I’m keeping you.”
—-
I take her hard, slow, every thrust heavy with promise.
She claws at my back. Moans my name. Begs when I pull almost all the way out.
I make her beg louder.
When I feel her tighten, I hold her jaw and say, “Come for me, baby. Now.”
She shatters.
I follow, bare and deep, spilling everything inside her with a groan that could level mountains.
—-
When she’s limp and gasping beneath me, I don’t move.
Just pull open the drawer. Grab the ring I’ve had for two days.
Simple gold. Strong. Like her.
I hold it up.
“You already said yes with your body a hundred times,” I murmur, voice wrecked. “Now say it with this.”
She stares. “You’re asking me now? Like this?”
I nod. “Not on my knees. Not in a tux. Just me. Naked. Sweaty. Inside you. Forever.”
Her laugh chokes into a sob. “God, yes.”
I slide it onto her finger and pull her up into my lap again.
“Now you’re really mine.”
And I’m never letting her go.