Page 17 of Alistair

“Believe me, so do we.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

“I think you owe me dinner,” smiled Clark as they stepped off the boat onto Belle Fleur property.

“You know what, I definitely do,” grinned Alistair. “Clark? We’re probably going to be heading to West Virginia in a few days. We’re going to hunt those men down.”

“I know,” she nodded.

“You can’t come, Clark. Not because you’re not trained or not as good as we are. Because I won’t be able to concentrate worrying about you and what those men might do if they get to you.”

“I know.”

“You’re okay with this?” he asked.

“No. But I understand. I’m not a hundred percent either, and I wouldn’t want to place any of you in danger. I can help from here and still bring value to the team.” He hugged her tightly, kissing the top of her head.

“Thank you. Thank you for not making me beg.”

“There’s only one thing I want to make you beg for,” she smirked, standing on her toes so that her lips were near his.

“Baby, you will never have to beg me for…”

“Chocolate cake,” she grinned.

“Seriously?”

Clark laughed, jogging around him toward their cottage. She ran up the stairs, leaving the door open, and he walked in behind her, locking it. Her head popped out of the door, her arm swinging her shirt back and forth and then tossing it toward him.

“Maybe two things,” she smiled.

By the time Alistair got to the bedroom, she was naked as the day she was born. Her long blonde hair was undone from the bun fanned around her luscious body. Clark nibbled on her lower lip as he stripped. The rippling abs made her body heat to an unhealthy degree. His lean muscles in his legs and arms had a fine sheen of perspiration and hair.

He was all man.

“Have I told you how much I love this body?” he groaned.

“Nope.” She watched, licking her lips, as he rolled the condom over his thick cock.

“Let me show you,” he said, sliding inside her. She was perfect for him. Fit him like a glove. Wet, warm, tight, and her hips knew exactly what to do to make him wild. The full, firm breasts bounced beneath him as he took one nipple in his mouth, teasing her with his tongue.

“Alistair,” she gasped. “Alistair, I’m in love with you.”

“I know, baby. I know because I love you, too. Marry me,” he said, driving into her. Breathless, gulping big mouthfuls of air and releasing, she nodded. “Say it.”

“Please, Alistair. I’m so close.”

“Say it,” he grinned, not letting her know that he was even closer.

“I’ll marry you. Yes!”

The next round was slow and sweet, relishing in their new relationship and the idea of spending the rest of their lives together. Showered and excited to share the news, they arrived just in time for dinner with the rest of their family.

“I know that look,” smiled Fitch. “Congratulations.”

“How did you know?” laughed Clark.

“Honey, there have been more engagements at this place than probably anywhere else in the world. We all know that look,” he laughed.

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