34. Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-four
Ava
It’s been just over three weeks since the awkward conversation with my parents, and things are good. They’re still speaking to us, which I take as a massive win, and River and I have been living in our own little bubble, completely enamored by each other.
He’s everything I ever dreamed of in a man — attentive, loving, ridiculously handsome, a gourmet cook, and I even like the possessive and obsessive side of him, too.
“Will you tell me where we’re going yet?”
“No, because then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
River picked me up from work about forty-five minutes ago and told me he was taking us away. He won’t tell me anything else, though, not where we’re going, what we’re doing or even how long for.
Nothing.
“Let me enlighten you with something you didn’t know about me: I don’t like surprises.”
“Pipsqueak, there’s nothing about you I don’t know, but you’ll like this one.”
“I bet there are things about me you don’t know.”
“Nope.”
Okay, game on.
“What’s my favorite color?”
“Green, because it’s the same color as my eyes.”
“Oh my God,” I laugh. “That’s not why it’s my favorite!”
“Sure,” he hums as he throws me a wink.
“What’s my favorite food?”
“Italian, but only if I cook it.”
When did he get so conceited? He’s not wrong, though. Damn it.
“What are my best friend’s names?”
“Bella, Mia and Harper. And Bella’s engaged to Reed.”
Fuck’s sake!
“What pet have I always wanted?”
“A cat, but not until you live in a house.”
“What am I allergic to?” I’m pretty sure I’ve got him with this one.
“Nothing. Nice try.” He laughs as I groan in frustration, I thought I could trick him with that one.
“What’s my favorite board game?”
“Monopoly, but I don’t know why because you’re still yet to win and you’re a sore loser.”
“I am not!”
“Remember Christmas last year?” he raises an eyebrow at me.
“You cheated!” I shout.
“No, you lost.”
Okay, time to play dirty.
“What’s my favorite sex position?”
“Oh, baby, now we’re talking.” He grins at me. “Any and all that involve me, but you love to be taken from behind; I can get real deep that way. You’re also becoming a very big fan of anal.” His voice has taken on a husky quality, he’s turned on.
Perfect.
“Last one,” I rasp. “What’s my favorite thing to do while in a car?”
“Play games you’ll never win.”
“Wrong,” I whisper. My hands find the button on his jeans and pop it open. “It’s sucking my boyfriend off.”
“Fuuck,” he groans as I push his boxers down and free his thick, hard cock.
River
I nearly crashed the damn car. It’s one of the most important weekends of our lives and we nearly didn’t make it because my girl sucks cock like a pro. What a way it would have been to go, though. Christ, if she doesn’t make me see stars every damn time she sucks my cum right out of me.
“Oh! We’re going to the vineyard,” she gasps from beside me as we pull into the driveway.
“Yeah, baby, kind of feels like our place.” She’d have definitely clocked our destination sooner if she hadn’t had her head buried in my crotch for half the journey.
“I love that. We should try and get out here a few times a year.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” And it does, hell I’d marry her here this weekend if it wasn’t for the fact that I know she dreams of a big white wedding.
“Are we booked in for dinner?” she asks as I get our bags out of the trunk.
“Yeah, we’ve got a bit of time before we need to be back down, though.”
“Hmm, whatever should we do to pass the time?” she muses.
“I can think of a few things.”
“I hope they left us grapes again.”
***
“Oh fuck, yes, River, that feels so good.”
Making my girl come is one of the best feelings in the world. It’s something I’ll always want to do, to give her pleasure, to give us both pleasure.
“Come on my tongue, pipsqueak, before I fill you with my cock.” I close my lips over her clit and suck it into my mouth as my fingers continue to pulse in and out of her.
“River,” she groans as her hands grip fistfuls of her hair and her hips buck against my face.
I love it when she chases her orgasm. I scissor my fingers inside her, stretching her further and giving her what she needs to tip her over.
“Ohhh,” she moans as her release floods my mouth and I gladly drink it down.
“Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you.” My hands find the insides of her thighs and push them wide open, holding them like that as I line my cock up and push inside her in one long glide. “Every time,” I mutter, leaning my forehead against hers. “Every time gets better.”
“Yes,” she whimpers as I begin to move.
“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Deep. Goddamn, baby, I can see my cock here.” I place my hand over her lower stomach where I can see the ridge of my cock every time I tunnel into her.
“You were made for me,” I say as I look down and watch my glistening cock pushing in and out of her tight, wet cunt.
I pick up my speed when my balls begin to tighten.
“River, I’m so close,” she pants.
“You’re going to take me with you, baby, you’re going to pull every drop of my cum from me, aren’t you? I’m going to fill this tight, pink pussy up.”
“Oh God,” she cries as her orgasm rips through her, and I follow her over the edge, wave after wave of ecstasy pulsing through me and flowing into her.
Ava
River seems nervous.
All through dinner he’s been quieter than normal, and I’m worried I’ve done something to upset him. We’ve chatted, we’ve laughed, but there’s been this anxious edge to him that has me concerned. There’s an undercurrent flowing around us that I can’t quite put my finger on.
“River, are you okay?”
His eyes flick up to my own before they quickly dart away again.
Shit.
“Yeah, I think I must just be tired, baby. You okay if we head back up to the room and just chill tonight?”
“Of course.”
He comes around and helps me up from my seat, taking my hand and leading me through the courtyard restaurant just as the band starts playing Carry You Home. What are the chances of the exact same song playing as last time?
He pulls me to him, and I think he’s about to dance with me again, like he did last time, but instead he drops to one knee in front of me.
Oh my God!
“Pipsqueak, I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t want to go another day without making you mine in every way. Let me love you today, tomorrow, and every day for the rest of our lives. Be my wife. Marry me.”
I can barely see him through the tears streaming down my face, and I certainly can’t see the ring he’s holding out in front of him.
But I don’t care, it could be made of tin foil and I would still agree to marry him.
I’m not saying yes because of what he’s bought, I’m saying yes because I love him.
I’m saying yes because I want every day for the rest of my life with him.
“Yes.”
***
“Fuck, baby, you take me so well. My perfect wife.”
“I’m not your wife yet, River,” I moan as he thrusts exceptionally deep.
I’m on my hands and knees on the bed in our room of the hotel, because he’s right; I do like to be taken from behind.
“Maybe not,” he rasps into my ear as he lowers himself over me. “But you’re mine and I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want.”
Fuck, why do I find it hot when he gets like this?
“Yes,” I whimper as his fingers find my clit and rub in firm circles.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me while I fill you with my cum. You’re going to be stuffed so full of cum this weekend you’ll be leaking me for days.”
I scream as my release barrels through me, and River’s thrusts lose their rhythm as his own orgasm unleashes inside me.
We collapse onto the bed on our stomachs, River lying slightly off to the side of me, but still connected. I have a feeling he’s going to be buried inside me all night.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“For what?”
“For forgiving me. For loving me after everything that happened. I don’t deserve you, pipsqueak, but I’m damn glad you chose me anyway.”
“I’ll always chose you, River. Always.”
***
“Surprise!” I come to a stop in the middle of the courtyard where we were due to have breakfast — a late breakfast because a certain someone couldn’t leave the room without taking me one more time.
Bella, Mia, Harper, and Reed are all standing in the courtyard with cheshire cat grins on their faces.
“What in the world?” I whirl around to see my fiancé smiling down at me.
“I thought you’d want them here to celebrate with you.”
“Have they been here the whole time?”
“No,” he shakes his head at me. “Last night was just for you and me. The rest of the weekend, though? That’s for all of us.”
Just when I thought he couldn’t get any more perfect, he goes and does something like this. I can’t think of anything better than celebrating the start of the rest of my life with the people I love the most.