Chapter 41
kane
THREE MONTHS LATER
Sound of Rain – LANY
I’m having the best dream: my girlfriend is on her hands and knees, her mouth wrapped around my cock.
The slurping sounds and enthusiasm have me about to blow when I open my eyes and see that it is not a dream, and my girlfriend is, in fact, wrapped around my cock.
The beautiful moans she makes as she fingers herself make my dick weep.
I come with a yell as she gasps around my dick, drinking everything down as she comes on her own fingers. The dream I had already had me ready to come at any moment, and seeing the love of my life dripping for me with her pouty lips around my cock, I’m a goner.
“Fuck, baby, what did I do to deserve that?” I ask, grabbing her hair and holding it back as she sits up. Her brown hair falls around her shoulders like a curtain, her full breasts on display, and my dick perks right back up like I didn’t just come.
She says nothing as she smiles coyly and straddles me, her soaking wet entrance hovering over the top of my cock, which is straining to get to her.
“I missed you,” she groans as she lowers herself onto me. The vision of her taking all of me in one try has my vision hazy on the edges, my breath quickening with the need to come inside her. Her warm, wet pussy chokes my cock. The feeling of her bare never gets old.
It’s been months of bliss. Early mornings and late nights enjoying each other.
All the long talks we have now, no stone left unturned.
We do weekly check-ins with each other, gauging where we are.
My mental health has never felt better. I’m still on my medication and seeing Steve once a month to keep regular maintenance and try to go over all my fucked-up childhood trauma.
Avery is doing better too, both of us finally sleeping soundly after the shooting.
I pound into her, needing her to come before I can.
I feel her walls tightening impossibly further, trying to milk every last drop from me as she comes, and I follow after her.
Then she bends over, my cock still inside her, and kisses me.
Her tongue mixes with mine, my hands running up and down her spine, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin.
“Morning,” she says with a smile on her lips as she pulls back, that brown hair tickling me as it drags across my chest.
“Morning, pretty girl.” I mirror her smile.
The sound of Roo scratching only gets louder, and I assume Avery kicked him out this morning before her ambush. She goes to get off me, my now-softened cock slipping out of her.
“Wait,” I say, grabbing her wrist and halting her movements.
I sit up so my back hits the headboard and pull her to me until she is straddling me again.
The green headboard rattles against the wall with the movement.
I put both hands on her hips, my grip tightening as the nerves threaten to choke me up.
“I love you,” I breathe, staring into those baby blues and the future they hold.
“I love you too,” she beams.
She climbs off me and walks to the dresser, putting on one of my shirts and a loose pair of shorts.
The summer heat is finally upon us, the AC working overtime to cut through the humidity plaguing us outside.
I follow her up and slip my shorts on, mentally planning what to make for breakfast. We finally have a rare day off together, and the butterflies fill my stomach at the thought.
I eye the bedside drawer and flick my gaze back up to her, tracing the lines of her neck with my eyes.
I steel my spine and walk over to the nightstand drawer next to me, where I’ve kept the box I have had stashed since we broke up months ago, knowing I couldn’t go a single second longer without asking her.
I pull the box out and close the drawer. I turn and face her as she walks out of the bathroom and pauses in front of me. She gasps as her hands fly to cover her mouth.
“Kane…” she says, shaky.
I clear my throat a couple times, hoping I don’t fuck up what I need to do.
“Avery…” I start, and see tears shining in her eyes, those crystal-clear blues holding so much love as they stare at me.
I get down on one knee in front of her, my hands trembling, hoping the box doesn’t slip out of my unsteady grip.
“Avery, when I met you five years ago, I knew my life would never be the same. There was a before you, but I knew there would never be an after you. You are it for me,” I choke out, my own tears swimming in my eyes, the emotions clogging my throat.
“My soulmate, my best friend, my home. You are everything in the world to me, and I can’t wait a single second longer for you to be my wife.
I want my ring on your finger. I want our house full of all the dogs you bring home.
I want our kids someday, running around, all of them some perfect mix of you and me.
My life started on August nineteenth, that autumn afternoon in the Tennessee fall, and now I want to start our forever together,” I profess as I reach up and clear the tears streaming down her face.
With my own tears dripping down mine, I choke out, “Avery, will you marry me?”
She nods her head feverishly, a barely audible hell yes coming out before she launches herself at me, her hands wrapping around my neck as she captures my lips with hers.
I laugh into her mouth as I get lost in her.
I pull back. “Wait, wait, put it on,” I say as I open the box to show a solitaire emerald-cut diamond, three carats on a gold band, shining back at her.
I saw it and immediately knew it was meant for her.
It was the most stunning ring in the shop, the perfect mix of elegant and radiant as it shone underneath the glass, and all I could see was it on Avery’s finger for the rest of our lives.
“Oh my god,” she breathes out as I slide the ring on her finger. She covers her mouth to bite back a sob.
“I can’t believe you asked right now, before I could even get properly dressed for today,” she jabs playfully.
She slaps my chest, then stares at her ring like she can’t believe it happened, like it could disappear at any moment.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t wait anymore. I had this whole elaborate thing planned out, but being here in our home just felt more right than anything else could be. Did I do the right thing?” I ask hesitantly, wondering if maybe I should have waited.
“Yes, it was perfect,” she says, taking my face in her hands and kissing me.
The door bursts open, Roo finally hitting the handle just right.
Angry that he was left outside by himself that long, he lunges onto the bed and starts trying to get to us where we’re standing beside it, until we collapse on top of the mattress with him, laughing.
Unable to contain his excitement that both of us are awake, he can’t decide who he wants more attention from.
I couldn’t dream up a more perfect life: the one girl who has always had my heart, my ring finally on her finger, and our dog snuggled up between us as we soak each other in.
Life’s a gamble. You win some and you lose some, but I’ll never regret the decision to take a gamble on love.
On us.
THE END