Page 104 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

My core clenched down hard around his cock.

“I love you,” I said mindlessly. “I missed you so much.”

“Fuck! I love you, too, Anna,” Kaleb said with a low, feral groan as he found his own release.

He rolled, our bodies still locked together as I rested on top of him.

It took a moment for my heart rate to slow down.

“Why don’t you just fucking marry me and put me out of my misery,” Kaleb said huskily near my ear. “I’ll happily move to California if that means we can live together in the same place. The last six weeks had been pure hell.”

Tears formed in my eyes as I whispered, “You’d actually move to California to be with me?”

Even though we were locked in post coital bliss, I was pretty sure that he was dead serious, and knew exactly what he was asking.

He wanted to marry me, and he was willing to move to California and give up everything he had here…for me.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Anna,” he answered. “Please put me out of my misery and marry me.”

My heart tripped. “Is that an official proposal?”

“Yes, dammit!” he growled. “This wasn’t the way I planned on asking you to spend the rest of your life with me, but it seems that I have no finesse when it comes to you. I missed being with you for your thirty-sixth birthday, and I want that to be the last event in your life that I miss. I already have your engagement ring. I’d just rather you didn’t move at the moment. I haven’t been this close to you in a long time.”

A tear escaped from my eye. “Yes. My answer is yes to your proposal. You sent a ridiculous number of gifts to me for my birthday, and a birthday cake.”

“It’s not the same as being there with you in person,” he grumbled.

I’d hoped that he’d propose to me someday, but I hadn’t wanted to get my hopes up, and I really hadn’t expected it to happen today.

I’d known for a while now that I wanted to marry Kaleb and be with him for the rest of my life.

“However,” I continued. “There’s no reason for you to move to California unless you want to do the long-distance thing again. I’m staying here, Kaleb. My parents’ house has sold already, and I put mine up for sale right before I left. I brought a ridiculous amount of things with me, and the rest of my personal things are in storage waiting to be shipped here.”

“What about your career, Anna?” he said, concerned. “I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy. Happier than I’ve been in my entire life. I’m going to arrange to build a recording studio in Billings,” I told him. “There’s nothing I can’t do here except for personal appearances. I’ll still have to travel some, but I’m not doing mega tours anymore. At least not in the foreseeable future. It made me miserable, even before I met you.”

“Thank fuck!” Kaleb cursed. “If you wanted to tour, I would have gone with you, at least for a portion of your tour, and it kills me to see you so uptight that you throw up.”

“I’m a little tired of that myself,” I said, amused. “I’d much rather focus on writing music for myself and for other artists. It makes me happy. Being in Crystal Fork makes me happy. You, Kaleb Remington, make me incredibly happy.”

He wrapped his arms a little tighter around my body. “I can’t believe you’re going to move here for me.”

“It’s not just for you,” I said softly. “Although I will admit that’s my main motivation for moving. I want to be here. Your family and the people of Crystal Fork have become like family to me, too. I feel like I belong here. I never felt that way in California. Other than Kim, there’s nothing there for me anymore. I want to have my own family, and I don’t want to raise a child in Los Angeles. Not when they can have the wide-open space of Montana.”

“You still hoping to adopt?” Kaleb asked.

“I’d like that. There’s so many kids out there who need a stable home. I wouldn’t mind having a child of our own, too, if you’re willing.”

He stroked a hand over my ass gently. “Sweetheart, I’m more than willing.”

“I’d like to get settled before we think about that, but I’m not getting any younger,” I told him teasingly.

“We have time to discuss a family, but I wouldn’t mind rushing that wedding.”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked curiously. “I was thinking about that adorable church in town, and maybe a reception here?”

“You know the whole damn town is going to think they’re invited if we do it here,” he warned me.

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