Page 10 of Shut the F*ck Up and Take this D*ck Like a Good Girl

“You have a paper due?” I ask the woman in my arms.

“I do. It’s not due until next Friday, though, so I’ve got about a week to write it, then a few days to edit it.” Nodding along with her, I’m glad I won’t be forcing her to choose between becoming my wife and getting a good grade on her work.

After helping her into my truck, I store her bag in the back and hop in beside her. Watching me drive, Piper opens her mouth a few times before closing it. “Ask me,” I say.

“You said we had plans tonight. What kind?”

“The naked kind.” I can’t wait for her reaction to my response to the next words I know will come from her mouth.

“Despite how things have gone with us, you should know I don’t plan on being intimate with a man until he’s my husband.” There’s a hint of worry in her tone, like she expects me to reject her.

“All right.” I keep my tone neutral. “Let's get married.” She gasps, and I can feel her glare even before I look over at her.

“You’re insane. I’m not marrying you just so we can have sex. I’m not some easy girl. I want love and dedication and all the things that come with a mutual connection.” Her arms cross over her chest in indignation, and I know she’s pissed, but I can see the way her mind is working, too. She’s wondering if we share that connection. We do. I just need her to get on board with it as well.

I don’t say anything else on the way home. There’s nothing I can do except show her that she means the world to me. For months, I’ve been planning how to make her mine, and while tying her to me with a baby is an excellent way, binding her through marriage is even better. Because it means she’s choosing me.

Helping her out of the truck, I guide Piper inside and up the stairs to the spare room, where a rack of dresses hangs, waiting for her to choose her favorite.

“Galen?” She hesitates to enter.

“I told you, we’re getting married.”

“No. You made the suggestion.” She spins to glare at me. “This is insane. We can’t get married. We don’t know each other.” I keep my eyes on her as I stalk forward, remaining silent. “Seriously, Galen…we can’t…do…this.”

Gripping her behind her thighs, I lift her up, and we fall onto the bed together. Shutting her up with a kiss as she rubs against me changes her tune. I kiss along her neck, our breathing picking up, and I say, “You were born for me, Piper. To be mine. My wife, my girl, mother of all my babies. Tonight, we’re making it official.”

I don’t know what I’ve said that convinces her, but her breathy agreement makes me grin, and I reward her by trailing my lips down her body. Pushing up her shirt, I’m pleased she’s not wearing a bra. Sucking a turgid nipple into my mouth, I nibble until she pleads for more. Drawing the bud as far into my mouth as possible, I suck hard.

She cries out, and I switch to the other side, giving her the same treatment. Christ, I can’t wait until she feeds our babies from these beauties. Rubbing my hard dick against her center, her hands grip my blunt hair and tug hard as she cries out her climax.

In her post-bliss haze, I nibble across her belly, nipping at her hips and up her torso, and whisper as I hover over her bee-stung lips, “Marry me, Piper. Be mine in every sense, and I’ll be yours, also.” Being this close to her, I recognize the longing in her eyes as she contemplates what I’ve said. “Marry me, doll.” If I repeat the words enough times, I just might convince her.

CHAPTER 7

Piper

The sincerity in Galen’s eyes, the need, craving, want… I see it all. He’s all in, and I don’t know what to do. Everything inside me screams, say yes. My heart weeps with the mere thought of losing this man while my head tells me it is way too soon. It’s barely been twenty-four hours, and all he wants is sex.

Except that doesn’t feel true.

“Tell me yes, Piper.” His lips skim across my neck and up to my ear, flicking his tongue out for tiny tastes. “I know you want to; your body is telling me you do.”

“This is a bad idea.” I’m unsure who I’m trying to convince anymore because, innately, I already know my answer. “Yes, Galen, I’ll be your wife.”

I’ve barely gotten the words out, and he’s devouring my lips in a very primal kiss. Claiming me in such a fundamental, feral way that all I can do is hold on for the ride because this man is my endgame.

“Thank you,” he whispers with so much emotion in the two words that it melts my heart and makes me wish I’d said yes from the start.

“So, what…uhm…what do we do now?” My eyes stray towards the beautiful dresses displayed on the rack, and I already know which one I will wear. The one with the green lace trim on the bodice that matches Galen’s eyes. “I don’t even know what you do for a living.” The thought comes out of nowhere.

Straightening up, he brushes his hands through my hair, and I think it’s my new favorite feeling. “I’m a gun for hire.”

“A hitman?”

“Not quite. I’m a freelance worker for the government. I go where they want and do what they ask.”

Gripping his wrists, I don’t know if I like the sound of this. “Does that mean you’ll be traveling a lot?”

---