I put my feet on the bed and look at him. His eyes are on my face, no doubt looking for any indication I’m in pain. “I need you to fuck me, Ozzie. Take me and make me yours.”
He slides in a little more, and he’s right against the tiny piece of skin that separates us. We both freeze, and instinctively, I tighten my cunt on him.
He groans at the pressure. “Fuck, baby. Forgive me.”
I’m already nodding in agreement as he plows into me. He doesn’t stop, pulsating in and out of me, his hips bucking like he’s lost all control.
I hold on to him and meet him thrust for thrust. I expected a lot more pain, but besides the tiny pinch, it was nothing at all. Or maybe it’s because he’s making me feel so good now.
I throw my head back on the pillow and clench my eyes together tightly. “Oh, I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” he moans and brings me over the edge as I spasm all around him. The orgasm last night was good. This one is life-changing. I can totally see myself becoming addicted to him and his manhood.
He groans on top of me, trying to hold his weight off me. I pull him down, and I can still feel him twitching inside of me.
I’m speechless.
He pulls up on his elbows. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I tell him.
He rolls off me and goes to clean up. I follow him into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
He crowds behind me, his cock already hardening again. “We taking a shower?”
I turn in his arms. “I’ve never showered with anyone before.”
His arms tighten on my waist. “That’s good, baby. I want all your firsts.”
Epilogue
Ginger
Six months Later
“What’s wrong?” I ask him for the third time tonight. I’m leaning over and whispering to him so no one hears me. Maybe no one else notices, but I definitely have. There’s definitely something going on with him and David.
“I’m fine,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Okay,” I say, not believing him. We’re at dinner with David and Honey at the Fireside Bar and Grill. We do this a lot. But there’s something going on with both David and Ozzie tonight.
From across the table, David clears his throat. He stands up, and I think he’s going to the bathroom but instead he drops to one knee by my sister.
My sister gasps at the same time I do. We both cover our mouths with our hands, and I can already feel myself tearing up. David’s voice is deep as he looks at my sister. “Honey, I love you. Will you marry me?”
She dives from her seat and almost pushes David back onto the floor. Everyone in the restaurant is cheering, and both Ozzie and I stand up to hug them congratulations. We laugh and talk the rest of the night. I begin to wonder if that is why Ozzie was so off kilter earlier. I’m sure he knew, seeing as how he is David’s best friend. “Did you know about this? And didn’t tell me?”
He reaches for my hand and squeezes it. “Would you have been able to keep it from her?”
I think about it for only an instant and start to laugh. “No.”
He brings my hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. “I knew you wouldn’t. I had to keep it from you.”
“Is that why you were so quiet?”
He shrugs and looks away as David starts talking to him. We finish our desserts, and as we’re walking out, Honey and I are already planning her wedding. I’m so excited for my sister.
We drive back to the ranch and drop them off at Honey’s house and then Ozzie drives us over to my house. We walk into the house, and I try not to let my thoughts run away from me.
“What’s wrong?” Ozzie asks me.
I shake my head and change the subject. “Did you see how happy they are? I can’t believe my sister is getting married.”
He’s quiet, and I figure I better change the subject. Although it’s obvious that Ozzie is committed to me, we’ve never even talked about it, and I know I don’t want to be the one to bring it up. “So what do you want to do? Watch television?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. “Go to bed?”
He grabs my hand and pulls me down to the couch next to him, and I laugh. “Or the couch.”
He’s quiet again, staring deep into my eyes. “Have you thought about it?”
Confused, I ask him, “Thought about what?”
He shrugs his shoulders as if it’s not a big deal, but the way he’s looking at me, I know it is. “About getting married.”
I put my hand on his chest and laugh. “Of course I have. Honey and I both started planning our weddings when we were little girls.”
He puts his hand over mine and holds it against his heart. “No, I mean now. Have you thought about marrying me?”
At first I’m shocked, but I try to laugh it off. “Is that a proposal because if so...”
I trail off because he moves around and puts his hand in his pocket. I stop what I’m saying and stare at him. He pulls a box from his pocket and holds it between us.
I point at it, still not believing that this is real. “What is that?”
He opens the lid and shows me the most beautiful princess cut diamond ring I’ve ever seen. “It’s your engagement ring. At least I hope so.” He looks into my eyes. “I love you, Ginger. I’ve loved you from the beginning, even when I tried to push you away. You won my heart, you won over my ma, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I bought
