Prologue #2
“That’s an outdated tradition. They’ll be happy as long as I am.”
The expression on my face causes her to roll her eyes in disagreement.
As much as I love her, she’s blind to the way her parents look at me.
Her father owns an investment firm where he grows and flips Southern businesses in healthcare, manufacturing, and more.
Her mother is from old money, so I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s why they got married in the first place.
Rich families wanting to stay rich and all that.
They’re well-known and prestigious around here, but they’ve always given me the impression they don’t want their only daughter to marry a rancher.
It’s why I’m certain they encouraged Maisie to go to college seven hundred miles away.
I never had plans for college because working on my family’s horse ranch and resort is all I’ve ever wanted to do. Although we have a full staff for the ranch and resort, I’m certain my siblings will follow suit and stay here too. I love it here. Even if it’s hard work, it’s the only kind I know.
And I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Although my parents are respected by the community for their successful luxury camping resort, they’re not valued in the same light.
We stay booked and busy year-round, minus a couple winter months over the holidays where it slows down, but they do well for themselves.
Most of my checks go into my savings since I still live at home, so if I have to prove I’m worthy of marrying their daughter, I will by making sure she has the ring she deserves .
I already know her mother will want full control of the wedding planning.
Assuming they don’t ship Maisie overseas or some shit to get her away from me.
“Either way, when you come back for Thanksgiving, I’m gettin’ down on one knee and proposin’ with a ring.”
She wraps her arms around my waist, peering up. “I don’t think you’re supposed to tell me ahead of time.”
“We’re already engaged. This’ll be the formal engagement, where I propose with clothes on.”
Laughter echoes through the shower as her shoulders shake. “I much prefer you being naked.”
I kiss the tip of her nose, sliding my palm down to smack her ass. “Good, because I’m about to fuck you against the wall until you lose your voice from screamin’ my name.”
“Warren!” she squeals.
“That’s the one.” I wink. “You agreein’ to be my wife unleashed a new side to me, baby. And if this is the last night I get with you for three months, we’re makin’ it a memorable one.”
“We don’t have condoms.”
Although we don’t always use them and she’s on birth control, we’ve been extra careful since she’s in school, but I can’t help the smile that takes over my face at the thought of her pregnant with my baby.
“Not-uh.” She shakes her head at my devious grin, pointing a warning finger toward me. “No knockin’ me up before we get married. Or before I graduate.”
I chuckle, grabbing her wrist and repositioning her until her back presses against my chest. Then I plant her palms on the wall farthest from the showerhead .
“I’ll pull out and paint your ass with my cum. How’s that?”
“Fuck,” she groans, arching her back until my cock slides between her crack.
“Spread your legs for me, Maze,” I demand in her ear and she does until her feet are next to mine. “And keep your palms there until I say otherwise. Don’t wanna have to explain a sex injury to our parents.”
She looks over her shoulder, meeting my gaze with her lust-filled ones. “Then don’t let me fall.”
“Never.” Squeezing her hip, I press my lips to hers, grab my shaft with my other hand, and give it a few strokes. Sliding my cock between her legs, I find her opening and slowly push inside.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” I murmur, not even halfway in. Her breath hitches and when she relaxes, I slide the rest of the way. “Doin’ okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her head falls against my chest and she bites her lip. “You can move now.”
I pull out to the tip, then thrust back inside her tight cunt and groan at how hard she squeezes me.
Heavy breathing, the water hitting my back, and her little gasps echo around us as our bodies slap together in perfect harmony.
“Oh my God, you’re so deep,” she blurts around a long moan.
“Hang on, my love.”
Releasing my grip on her waist, one hand slides between her legs to find her clit while the other slides around her throat. My fingers squeeze the sides of her neck the way she loves and she nearly loses her balance when waves of heat burst through her.
“That’s my good girl. Come on my cock.”
She gasps when I slap her greedy clit. “I’m close… ”
“So fuckin’ beautiful when you’re flushed with need. My future wife .”
My cock drives into her, over and over, until I slam into her G-spot.
“Oh God, Warren. Yes, right there. Don’t stop.” Her shallow pants cause her breasts to rise and fall. I’m tempted to pinch her nipples, but she’s so close, I don’t want to make her lose focus.
“Jesus Christ, you’re takin’ me so good.”
I’ve always been vocal during sex, but the more I talk, the harder and faster she orgasms. And any chance to do that, I take it. Hearing and watching her respond to me is enough to make me explode.
I can’t hold back the growl that rips through me when her pussy pulsates and she screams through her release. She shakes against me, her neck fully exposed as her head falls back and she meets my gaze.
Her pupils are blown out with pleasure, and I love that I’m the one who caused it.
“I changed my mind, baby. Get on your knees.”
As soon as I release my hold on her, she turns and obliges. I pump my shaft as tingles shoot down my spine and settle in my balls.
“Open up, Maze.” She stares at me and draws out her tongue. “So goddamn gorgeous.”
I barely get the words out before my release takes over and ropes of cum shoot across her face, incidentally, missing her mouth.
She wipes her fingers over her cheek and slides them between her lips, sucking them right off.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I growl at the sight of her licking my cum. “That’s hot.”
“Your aim sucks.”
I bark out a laugh, helping her up. Then I clean her face with some water and crash my mouth to hers. “But I hear it’s a great skin serum.”
She makes a gagging noise. “Never say that again.”
“I dunno. Might have to include it in the welcome baskets for the guests. Special skin treatment. Locally harvested.”
“And I change my mind about marryin’ you.”
“Take it back!” I lift her up, nuzzling my face in her neck and tickling her side with one hand.
“Warren!” she squeals, her limbs clinging around my body. “Don’t drop me!”
“Then say what I wanna hear,” I prompt, poking her other side. “Say you’re gonna marry me.”
“No, you weird cum freak!” She giggles out the words as she tries to smack my hand away.
I tickle harder, and when she manages to get back on her feet, I don’t let her go.
“Stop, you’re gonna make me pee!” Maisie laughs as she tries to escape.
“Didn’t know you were into that, but I’ll try anythin’ once.”
“Warren!” She continues wiggling, and I release her so she doesn’t fall. But then she drops to the ground as if that’ll stop me from getting what I want.
I tower over her as she faces me, the water turning cold as it hits my back, but I don’t care.
“Fine, fine! I take it back,” she relents when she can no longer take it.
“Take what back?” I grab underneath her knees, finding a tickle spot there too.
She tries kicking me away. “What I said! ”
“Say it.” I cup her chin, holding her gaze.
She wrinkles her nose that she lost this round. “I’ll marry you.”
I soften my touch to give her a moment to breathe, but we’re both laughing frantically at our positions. Me straddling her waist and trapping her with my thighs. Considering I’m a good seven inches taller and weigh more than her, she isn’t going anywhere without me getting up.
Sometimes I let her win by pretending I’m too weak to fight back or too slow to chase her, but this isn’t one of those times. Especially since I let her win the last tickle fight and she nearly had me crying with how much she had me laughing.
“You’re gonna take my name?” I grab her wrists, holding them above her head. “And live in our dream house together?”
“Yes! Maisie Gracelyn Langston. Your wife .” She grins wider and her cheeks heat. “That sounds good, doesn’t it?”
My smile reaches my temples, and I lean down to kiss her. “Fuckin’ perfect.”