Page 21 of Their Rustic Retreat

I roll my eyes at his constant complaining. Reuben did his dog yawn before finding his favorite patch of grass to have his mid-hike nap.

“When I met you, though, I knew that it had changed for good. There’s no going back to my lonely, struggling self when I laid eyes on you, and then you opened my eyes to everything even more. The beauty of all the forests, the sweetness of family, and... well, much more lustful and carnal things that will only be between us.”

“I’m an adult; you can say it, you know.”

“I’m going somewhere with this. And besides, you know how I am. I rather show you such things than tell you.”

“And I can’t wait for you to do so.”

“Serena, I just know that everything is different for the two of us. We might not be the most natural of pairings, some tattooed bad boy from the city and some innocent small-town girl...”

“I’ve never been too innocent.”

“Innocent-ish?”

“I guess I’ll take that.”

“Whatever you want to call yourself, you’re mine. At least, I want to make you mine, officially.”

Officially? The words snap me out of my saccharine haze. He can’t be going for it, can he?

It feels too soon.

He fishes something out of his pocket and drops to one knee.

He is going for it. He presents me with a sleek golden ring, studded with a diamond and two emeralds on either side, my birthstone.

“Serena, marry me. I want no one else beside me for the rest of my days.”

It feels too soon. We’ve only known one another for half a year. Didn’t people wait two, three years? I know that my brother and his friends married quickly, but that was something exceptional. Unique.

And yet...

The passion we feel for one another burns hotter than I ever thought possible. I can’t imagine living life without him, not with how he’s such a reliable rock of support. This is just as unique as the romances I mentioned before.

It feels right. It is right. My heart knows it, and my brain can’t disagree.

“Yes. Yes, of course, I’ll marry you,” I exclaim, my internal deliberation taking less than a minute.

Tristian’s face lights up with absolute joy as I say the words. He slides the ring on to my finger.

I stare at it in amazement. I’m getting married. I’ve found my soul mate. I’ve known it for months now, and yet I still don’t believe it.

He holds me close, his hands cupping my ass as he lovingly looks into my eyes. “You’re going to be my woman. Beautiful and brilliant, kind and sweet, my everything.”

Tristian kisses me. His tongue pressing in. I welcome it, my tongue entangling with his. My entire form tingles with excitement and anticipation of what’s to come.

We really get into it. It gets sloppy. We’ve done this so much over the past few months, we know what the other wants.

He leans into me, running his hands down my thighs. Through the denim, he knows just how to touch me to get my fire going.

How to make me want so much more than that. He’s sliding his hands down my legs, once again building a lovely bed for ourselves. So determined in our lust, we’re peeling off clothes with surgical efficiency. His shorts, his shirt, shoes, socks, all of it falling off him and revealing his sexy buff, tattooed form beneath. My shirt, short shorts, bra, shoes, socks, exit my body before finally leaving my panties behind.

We wanted to be absolutely naked. For absolute indulgence in one another and enjoyment of what we have. He picks me up, and holds me so close, my tits pressing into the firmness of his chest, every little movement we have teasing me a little more. His cock throbs against my thighs, ready to push in and fuck me good and hard. My legs are wrapped around him, both of us breathless with absolute need for one another.

He guides me down to our makeshift bed, our constant exchange of kisses and lovely lust continuing. I grab his cock between us, and pull him toward where he needs to go. I’m already so wet for him, so ready for him.

He thrusts himself in, entering me intensely as I cry out in ecstasy. He knows just how to do it. He’s gained so much experience and knowledge about how I work, knowing just how to stroke my clit again and again, to make me shudder and squirm.

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