Page 90 of Pippin & Nacho

His gorgeous green eyes grew wide. “You… want to get married?”

I nodded. “So much. Like I said, it can wait.”

He looked down at the ring in his hand and slipped it on his ring finger. “It fits. I love it.”

“So… is that a…?”

His smile beamed. “That’s a yes, Star.”

We kissed again, this time with a little tongue, but we tried not to be overly inappropriate.

When we came up for air, Sam looked at everyone with watery eyes. “We’re getting married!”

There were cheers, congratulations, hugs, and pats on the back, but I couldn’t focus on that. All my attention was on my Sam. My future. My everything. But our family didn’t let us be alone in our joy, and I loved them for it.

As we got settled and our food came, I glanced over at my dad, who was talking to Stix’s mom. They sat really close, and both were smiling and chatting. Then she blushed while laughing. What was going on there? Were they suddenly interested in each other?

I shrugged. If so, then Isaiah couldn’t have found a better woman.

Dinner couldn’t have been over soon enough. Yes, we were celebrating, but now I wanted Nate all to myself where I could show him how much I appreciated him and how much I loved him.

I had every intention of attacking my Star as soon as our apartment door closed, but he was on me in a rush, shoving me against the door as his mouth slammed on mine. He fisted my shirt and consumed my lips.

“This all needs to come off,” he breathed, tugging on my clothes. “Now.”

My cock went from soft to titanium in seconds with his words. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it off, tossing it to the floor. Nate pulled at my jeans, trying to get them undone. He growled at them when he couldn’t unbutton them. Fuck, he was so cute.

I laughed and helped him take my pants off, too, as I toed off my shoes.

“What about you?”

“I’m in charge here.”

Hell, yeah.

Nate was getting really good at the bossy stuff. I ate it up. Maybe one day I’d get the balls to take charge, but for now, I just wanted him to do it.

Thank fuck my ADHD meds didn’t hinder my sex drive, but the anxiety meds did, and enough so that I’d asked the doctor to take me off them, but she had lowered the dosage instead.

“I want to see you naked. Take off the rest of your clothes, then get me undressed,” Nate ordered.

I pulled off my socks and underwear, then attacked Nate’s clothes, being rather impatient. We could make it more of a ritual next time.

Once I had him naked, I stood in front of him, not touching myself or him, waiting for his next order.

He scanned my body up and down, biting his bottom lip while grabbing my hand. “To the bedroom. I have a plan.”

My cock jumped at that, and I had no idea why. Perhaps it was the unknown and promise of something exciting and different.

Once we reached Nate’s room—our room—we climbed into the bed. “I thought we’d try the sixty-nine position. Wouldn’t it be fun to get each other off at the same time?”

I nodded and smiled like a loon. “Yeah, it would.”

“I’m going to lay on the bed, and you’re going to be on top, facing my feet.”

My dick leaked at the images flashing in my mind. “Okay,” I breathed, because I was incapable of saying anything else remotely interesting.

Nate fell onto his back and wiggled his finger at me to come to him. I smiled and hopped into bed.

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