Chapter 27
Devon
She lies on the table while my friend, Rick, tattoos her back. She wore the skirt I asked her to wear, and I know she doesn’t have any panties on under it, just like I told her.
I watch as Rick does his thing before I can’t stop myself. I climb up on the table and straddle her legs, lifting her skirt.
“Devon!”
“Stop moving, or he’s going to mess it up,” I warn. Rick doesn’t pay any attention to me, just like he is being paid to do.
I grab her ass, spreading it wide for me before spitting on her. When her asshole is wet with my spit, I pull my cock free from my jeans and rub it around.
“Devon, stop!”
“Be still,” I warn. I hold my cock in my hand and slowly begin to push it into her ass. Caydence tenses as I pinch her ass cheek in my hand. “Relax, Caydence.”
“He’s right there,” she says, noting that Rick is still here.
“And he isn’t looking. He’s busy,” I remind her as I slowly push in further. Her ass is so tight around my cock that it makes it hard to sit still, but I do.
I give her time to adjust before I slowly rock into her. After a few seconds, she relaxes and lets me do what I want.
I grab her hips and lift them slightly, but not enough to distract Rick from what he’s doing. I keep going, fucking her as slowly as I can. It takes a lot of restraint not to fuck her through this table, but I don’t want Rick messing up her tattoo.
“Devon,” she moans, and it makes me harder.
“Be still, baby.” She doesn’t move as I fuck her ass. She lies still, letting me do whatever the fuck I want to her, and that’s one of the reasons I can’t get enough of her. Caydence doesn’t deny me anything. She gives me everything a man could ever want and more.
When I first saw her, I knew I had to have her. It didn’t matter how I had to get her, as long as she was mine. Something about her called to me like a moth to a flame, and I still can’t get enough of her, and I don’t think I ever will.
Everything about her is mine. From her heart to her mind, she belongs to me.
I roll my hips and take her a little faster, needing to get this over with so Rick can finish what he’s doing.
“Devon, please,” she whines as I chuckle.
“I’m going to fill your fucking ass, baby.
Don’t worry,” I tell her. I keep going until I can’t take any more and come inside of her.
Caydence gasps as I jerk inside her. When I’m done, I pull out of her and carefully climb off the table and adjust my jeans.
I flip her skirt back into place and walk to the head of the table and lean down, pressing a kiss to the back of her head.
“How does it look?” she asks.
“Perfect. Everyone will know you belong to me now.”
“I think everyone knew before.”
“Maybe. It looks great, though,” I tell her as Rick finishes up. Mine was already done before hers, and it looks fantastic. He was able to cover the scars with her name, and you would never know they were there to begin with.
When he’s finished, he cleans her up, and I help her pull her shirt over her head. I pay Rick and thank him for his work before we head out.
“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she admits as we walk to the car.
“No? That’s good. I was afraid it might hurt you.” She shakes her head, and I open her car door, helping her inside. I walk around and climb in, starting up the car and taking off.
“You hungry?” I ask.
“Yeah, a little.”
“Let’s go grab dinner before we head home. I have a surprise for you.” She isn’t going to like it, but I want her fed before I give it to her.
“What is it?”
“I’m not telling you, that would ruin it,” I laugh. She smiles, and I can’t think of a better Christmas present than the one I’m going to give her tonight.
We pull up at the restaurant, and I park before helping her out. We head inside and find the perfect table for part one of her present.
We sit in the back booth across from each other because I want to see her face when I tell her this.
“This is nice,” she says softly.
“Looking at you is nice,” I remind her. She smiles, and it’s everything. It’s fucking everything.
I order our meals and a few drinks before I pull the box from my pocket. I set it on the table and slide it over to her.
“What’s that?”
“Part of your present,” I reply.
“What is it?”
“Open it,” I tell her. Her smile gets brighter as she grabs the box slowly and pulls the top open. Her mouth falls open when she sees the ring inside. A perfect diamond for the perfect woman.
“Devon.”
“Just listen to me, okay?” She looks up at me and waits for me to say more. “I know this is sudden. I know that you’re still getting to know me, and that’s fine, but I want you, Caydence. There’s never going to be anyone I want more.”
“We can’t do this.”
“We already did it.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, confused.
“Well, not in the typical sense. You did sign the marriage certificate,” I tell her with a fucking grin. Her mouth falls open once more, and I can see the confusion in her eyes.
“What the hell do you mean? I never signed anything,” she snaps.
“Last week at the office. I slipped it into your forms,” I tell her.
“You did what?” she yells this time. I can tell that she’s getting angry, and I thought she might. But that doesn’t change the facts. “Why?”
“I didn’t think you’d say yes,” I answer truthfully.
“For good reason, Devon!”
“You don’t have a good reason, Caydence.”
“Yes, I fucking do!”
“What is it then? What’s the reason?”
“You know what you did,” she whisper yells at me.
“We’re past that. Give me something else.”
“We’re… we’re too young,” she argues, but her eyes fall back down the diamond sitting in front of her. She loves it. I knew she would. And she can’t stay mad at me forever. That isn’t her. That’s not who she is.
“We’re not too young. I think we’re the perfect age, and to be honest, I like how my last name sounds with your first. Caydence Knight.”
“We can’t … this is too much, Devon.”
“It’s already basically done.” She looks back up at me, and I can see the look in her eyes. She isn’t sure about this, but it’s too late now.
“Devon,” she whines. I reach over and pull the ring out of the box and slip it on her finger.
“Mrs. Knight. This looks so much better on your hand than it does in that box,” I tell her. She looks down at it, and then I see the tears in her eyes.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Just like you. You just have to trust me a little, Caydence. Trust that I know what I’m doing and that I can take care of you,” I tell her.
“I do trust you. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone in my life.”
“Then you know I would only do what’s best for you.”
“But getting married? That’s a big step.”
“It’s the first step in our forever, Caydence. This is what I want.”
“Are you sure?” She looks at me as if I haven’t told her this a million times before.
“I’m positive. You’re all I want. You’re all I need. So just tell me yes. Tell me that we’ll go to the courthouse and make this official. Then, if you want a big wedding, we can do it.”
“I don’t need a wedding,” she says.
“You never wanted one? Not when you were younger?” She shakes her head.
“No. Not after what I’d seen,” she tells me, and I understand. Her life wasn’t easy, and she never really got to see a happy couple. Now she is the happy couple. With me. Forever.
“So?”
“How could I tell you no?” she asks through a little laugh.
“You can’t. You already signed the paper,” I tease her. She smiles, and it’s the perfect sight to see.
“Okay. We’re getting married.”
“Fuck yeah, baby.”