take me hard and fast. He complied, hooking my leg over his arm and reminding me of how strong he was. I could handle most anybody with my sharp mouth, but Titus could own me with his strong body in bed. The headboard slapped against the wall with each powerful stroke and it only took a few seconds for me to go up in flames. I moaned through the release, the sounds soon turning to whimpers.

My eyes wanted to roll back in my head, but I forced them open, remaining on Titus even as pleasure washed over me so intensely I wasn’t sure my blood pressure could handle it. So full of concentration, he bit his lip and reminded me of when we were kids. He’d bite his lip whenever he was learning something new and he wanted to get it right. My heart melted, knowing my best friend, the one who’d always been there for me, was now my boyfriend. My one true love. He rocked my world then and he most certainly rocked it now. Different, but even better.

Titus grunted, long and low, his hips faltering. He leaned over and claimed my lips as his body shuddered. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kept him close until his breathing evened out. A contentment so strong I knew there must be another word for it that just hadn’t been created yet grew in my chest. I finally had everything I’d ever wanted. Could have had it a long time ago if I’d pulled my head out of my ass.

“We need to wake up just like that every morning. Promise?” Titus muttered into my neck several minutes later.

I snorted, but liked the idea. “I think I need another room service delivery.” I blew a strand of hair away from my eyes. I was exhausted in the very best way.

Titus propped his head up on his hand. “By the way, I wasn’t joking when I said that bed-and-breakfast I’m building is yours. Take all those good ideas like room service and use them for your own business.”

There went my eyes again. Jesus, this man was too sweet for my emotions to handle. “It’ll be our business. I’m not doing anything alone ever again.”

His eyes heated. “Oh, really…”

“Well, except for girls’ night. And shopping with my sisters. And maybe…” I began to list off things on my fingers.

I didn’t get very far before he pounced, tickling my sides right where he knew I was ticklish the most. That’s what happens when you fall in love with your best friend. They know all your best tickle spots.

Epilogue

Titus - 6 months later

“For the love of blow jobs, woman, have mercy!” I didn’t want to mess up Amelia’s perfectly curled hair, but she needed to get off my cock this instant.

She’d cornered me in the walk-in kitchen pantry, dropping to her knees and unzipping my pants before I could remind her the ribbon cutting ceremony was supposed to start in half an hour. The whole town was set to come to our official grand opening and so far the only one coming was me.

She chuckled, the vibration making my spent cock twitch to life again, which would make it damn inconvenient to stand up in front of the whole community I’d grown up with while I had a boner.

Amelia finally looked up at me and stood, wiping the corner of her bright red mouth. “I left some lipstick. Hope you don’t mind.”

I looked down and, sure enough, she’d smeared it all over my dick, painting him in technicolor. Whatever. It’s not like anyone ever saw him except for Amelia. He could barely keep up with her, it’s not like he’d be stepping out with some other woman.

Besides, I was head over heels in love with Amelia.

I’d had an engagement ring sitting in my gym bag right after her public groveling back in the fall. Amelia would have snooped in every nook and cranny of my home for no other reason than amusement these last six months, but she’d never go near a gym bag or anything else that implied purposeful physical exertion. One of the perks of knowing someone for years and years before you date them. I’d called my mom the day after Amelia and I got back together, asking her to ship my grandma’s ring, the one she’d been saving for me when the time was right. The time just hadn’t been right yet, though. Amelia was a woman who demanded first-class wooing, as every woman should, and I’d had the time of my life doing it.

But today we’d officially open for business, making Amelia’s dream come true.

And today, I’d ask her to marry me, making my dream come true.

If she said yes. Fuck, let her please say yes.

You just never knew with Amelia. I knew she loved me, knew she wanted to be with me, but there was always a wild streak in her. One that begged her to buck social norms and be the wild child. While dating her, I’d made sure she knew her wild ways were one of the best things about her. Wearing my ring wouldn’t come with restrictions. It would come with wings.

Tucking myself back inside my pants, being careful to avoid the lipstick, I grabbed her hand. “Come on. We have an entire town to welcome.”

She giggled, the distinctive sound now part of my life’s soundtrack. Her shirt was coming out of her skirt and I pointed it out before we hit the front door of the house we’d built together. She let go of my hand to tuck it back in, her cheeks turning pink. She wasn’t embarrassed to suck me off in the pantry right before our ribbon cutting ceremony, but she’d blush because her shirt was slightly untucked. The woman would forever remain a bit of a mystery.

She pulled herself up tall. “Ready to show off this gorgeous bed-and-breakfast you built with your own two hands?”

I ran my thumb along

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