“Are you hungry?” I tease.
Big brown eyes look up under her lashes, and with my cock still in her mouth, she moans affirmatively. Her mouth is so soft and wet, and her rhythm is so perfect, I’m instantly ready to blow my load into her mouth.
I’m breathing heavily… “You ready, baby? Are you ready for your protein drink?”
She nods her head enthusiastically as she bobs it up and down. “Here you go,” I groan, and I shoot thick jets of my hot cum into her mouth. She sucks, drinks, and licks every drop of it, then looks me in the eye, my cock still filling her mouth. She takes it out and gently pinches the base of my cock, then slowly slides her hand up my shaft, squeezing out every last bit of cum, like a tube of toothpaste. A small blob of thick semen appears at the tip, and she looks down at it and smiles, like she takes pride in her work. Then she looks back into my eyes while she sexily scoops up the last dollop with her tongue and swallows it.
Then, she crawls up next to me and snuggles into me, “How was that?”
“You’re every man’s fantasy come true. Now I just have to figure out how to get my breakfast.”
She smiles. “Oh, that’s easy.”
And as she says it, I know what she’s gonna do. She gets on her knees and straddles my face, towering above me, giving my mouth easy access to her pussy, which is already wet with excitement from when she sucked me off.
I plunge my tongue into her and drink her juice. My juice.
She grinds on my face, spreading her wetness all over my lips, chin, and cheeks, like she’s marking her territory. She’s so fucking hot. “Oh yes, Ryker. God that feels good,” she exhales and reaches down between her legs to rub her sexy little clit as I suck her juices out of her.
“Right there, honey,” she moans. “I’m gonna come… Yes!” Her legs tighten, and she slows her grinding as she clamps down and comes hard on my face.
“God, that felt so good,” she says and, after a moment to catch her breath, she swings her leg up over me and lies back down by my side.
“Is that better?” she says, a playful smile on her lips.
I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth and smack my lips. “I’ll take an order of that every morning.”
After a few minutes, she sits up and stretches, arching her back, and I’m already wanting to have her again. But I need to rest. “I need to rub that smelly stuff on my shoulder and lower back. I won’t object if you want to help.”
“Of course. I’ll do anything to help you,” she says.
I reach over to my nightstand and get the metal tin. She opens it and rubs some on my shoulder, which does make it feel better. Whatever that shit is, it seems to work. I turn over on my side to give her access to my lower back, and she gently rubs some there.
“I’ll make us coffee,” she says and jumps out of bed. She grabs one of my shirts to cover herself, and I watch her bounce to the kitchen.
We’re in a good place right now, and Dad was right—I need to tell her about buying her Popster’s house.
I get myself into a seated position in bed, propped up by some pillows, and I grab my phone to check email. Patrick lets me know that the Kauai house renovations are moving along well. There are still a few things left to do on the house, but he says it’s ready for me to stay there at any time.
But at this rate, I’m not sure when I’ll get to Hawaii. I no longer have plans to leave Michigan anytime soon.
A few minutes later, Aspen comes in carrying two mugs of coffee. She sips hers and grimaces.
“What’s wrong?”
“You don’t have any whipping cream here, so I have to drink it black. But it’s better than nothing.”
“I’ll tell the housekeeper to add cream to the shopping list from now on. I’ll also have her make a spare key for you.”
Aspen sets down her coffee and hands me mine as she slinks onto the bed, sitting across from me. I smile. She smiles back. Now is as good a time as ever. I set my coffee down and take her hand.
“Babe, I’ve never known happiness like this before. The only thing that’ll make my life better is when you finally agree to fucking marry me.”
“You’re lucky you’re injured,” she jabs, “because I’d push you right now. That is not a very romantic proposal. Besides, I’m not ready to get married. We’re not ready to get married.” But she bites her lip like she’s thinking about it.
“We’re totally getting married, and I’m totally romantic,” I counter, “because I told you we were getting married way back, weeks ago.” She giggles. “It doesn’t get more romantic than a man telling a woman he’s gonna marry her even before their first date.”
Her eyes glitter with amusement, and I know I’ve got her. She turns her head away, thinking.
But first… I have to tell her.
Here it goes.
“Aspen, I bought your Popster’s house.”
She whirls her head to me, eyes huge. “You what?” she whispers.
I charge on, matter-of-factly. There’s nothing wrong with what I did. “The money for your Popster’s house. I’m the person who bought it. That’s how he sold his house so quickly, and you got your money for down payment on The Rose.”
She gasps and her face goes white.
Uh-oh.
I’d better continue. “Aspen, I had to. You weren’t being open-minded. But back then, even your Popster knew it. I knew it. You needed an investor, and it was a way for me to help. I was already falling for you, and I wanted
