Tears hover in her eyes as she chews her lips, nodding, whispering over the lump in her throat, “Yes!”
“Yeah? You’ll marry me?”
“Yes! I will marry you!”
I fly up, lift her into my arms and kiss her as the room explodes in cheers, boots stomping the hardwood floors so hard that the forks rattle against the pie plates.
Setting her down I slide the precious ring onto her trembling finger. It fits like it was made for her, and my mom makes us laugh by loudly muttering a comical, “I used to be a lot thinner. I only gave it to you because it no longer fits.”
Celia laughs and Jett shouts through his hands, “Yeah right!”
Tonk Jr. says, loud enough for everyone to hear, “You look pretty damn good to me.”
The room goes nuts, all wide eyes, laughter and hoots.
I point at him, “Don’t!”
My mom smacks my arm, “Stop getting in the way of my fun.” She gives Celia a hug as Ciphers rise up to take turns congratulating us. “When you have a son, will you consider naming him after my husband?”
Ceels is all smiles as she reaches for my hand. “Jack is a great name for a Cipher…at first.”
I grin, “We’ll probably change it to Zeus when he turns eighteen!”
Luke claps a hand on my back and I give him a manly hug. As we part he cocks an eyebrow. “Better than video games, huh?”
“Oh I don’t know. I think The Ciphers would make an excellent video game.”
His eyes widen. “From your mouth to God’s ears.”
CHAPTER 37
C ELIA
P ulling him up the stairs I ignore Diesel’s questions about where we’re going, and tug his hand toward the shared bathroom where we shower. From downstairs Ciphers’ voices drift where in the kitchen people are helping clean up so that Melodi can enjoy a second cognac and all the gratitude we can give her.
Inside I lock the door and rest my back against it, hiking my dress a little. His sapphires darken with lust as he smirks, “Oh you dirty woman.”
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you in here,” I whisper, eyelashes growing heavy as denied arousal takes hold. I’d been waiting for this.
My fiancé jogs his chin. “Touch yourself for me.”
My tummy clenches as I slip my greedy hand into the silk panties that I just bought.
He catches a glimpse of them and growls, “Oh shit, red?” Stepping closer he kneels down to watch as my fingers play with my pussy, sliding into the folds, my curly hairs damp. I was so turned on by the proposal, and how everyone has accepted us, that I couldn’t wait anymore.
“I’ve been throbbing for thirty minutes,” I confess on a breath.
He kisses my thigh, eyes locked on my panties and what’s happening underneath. “I’ve been hiding my hard-on, too.”
“I know. I saw it when you got up to join me here. It made me ache.”
He pulls the flimsy fabric out of the way and groans, pushing my finger aside so he can lick me. Sighing I bend and spread my legs a little. He lifts my thigh and lays it on his shoulder as his forefinger penetrates me, his tongue lapping at my swollen clit. The heat increases as he works me, and I bite back a moan just in case someone’s nearby. Tingles begin to spread deeper inside me, keeping time with his thrusting digit. The hot air from his jagged breathing is icing on the fuck-me-now cake.
Rocking against his mouth, I dip to impale myself even more, and close my eyes as the burn grows more insistent. Diesel nibbles my clit with his teeth, gently, just barely touching it so that I moan and allow the world to disappear. He slips a second finger in, long and slow strokes undoing the rest of my inhibitions. I fist his hair, move his head to increase my pleasure. He groans into my pussy, laps at it, finger fucking me to oblivion until I shudder down there and clamp tightly in hot little bursts.
Satisfied he’s tortured me enough, Diesel locks his sapphires onto me, crushes a salty kiss onto my lips and unlocks my jaw in a raw kiss of primal desire as we unzip his pants. He wore all black tonight, and his button-up is giving me trouble, so I leave it half undone and slide my arms around him. “Fuck me.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m begging you to fuck me. I need your cock. I need to feel you.”
He grunts and nibbles my bottom lip as he enters me in one long, slow, thrust. We close our eyes as I yield to his size, and then we start to move. He pulls us off the door, lifts me, hooks my legs around his hips, pumping as he walks to the counter and sets me on it. Breaking free of the kiss he confesses, “I wanted to do this that first night after you kicked my ass. Remember when you walked in on me naked?”
“Mmhmm.”
“I stroked myself in the shower, thinking of you.”
“I did, too.”
His eyebrows raise. “Yeah?”
“Uh huh.”
He starts to ram me, long thrusts that fill me to the hilt each and every time. I bite back moans that vibrate my core, and throw my head back while he holds my shoulder blades. His lips trail across my collar bone, bury themselves in my neck and he nibbles away as his cock keeps a thick pulse bursting in me. The pleasure is too much to contain and I whimper in my effort to be silent. Diesel locks eyes with me, sapphires shimmering. “You want me to pull out?”
“No!”
“You sure?”
“We’re engaged.”
A sexy grin flashes. “My mom saw grandchildren in our future.”
“She did?”
“Yeah, but they’re little assholes who are going to make our lives hell.”
Laughing because I know he’s kidding, I open my mouth for a kiss. He dives down and ravishes me, groaning in my lips as his cock fills with the promise of our future family. We grimace as
