Page 70 of Shut Up and Bite Me

Running my fingers through his blond hair, I force my eyes open, meeting his desire-filled, hooded stare, and he moans before falling apart at the seams, buried in me to the hilt as his orgasm rocks through him in pulsing waves.

“What in the hell are you wearing?” Vivian cackles as she walks into the bedroom, bending over at the waist and laughing hysterically. “Greyson,whatis that?”

Sliding off the bed, I hold my arms out to the side. “This old thing?” I give her a twirl. “A little custom T-shirt I ordered online.”

She admires my black T-shirt with a printed image of Lulu and the words printed beneath the princess’ photo:proud cat daddy.

“You’re ridiculous!” She throws her head back as I proudly show off my new favorite shirt.

My laughter breaks free as I try to keep my tone serious and unwavering. “If you think that’s crazy, then you’re going to lose your mind when you see the shirt folded on the dresser behind you.”

Her head snaps upright, her eyes widening and her jaw falling open. “You didn’t.”

Stretching my arms up, I glance behind her to the dresser. “Oh, but I did.”

She spins around and grabs the shirt, unfolding it and holding it up. “Oh my god.”

Hastily, she tears her sweater off and pulls theproud cat mommyshirt over her head. “A perfect fit, truly.”

Her smile is uncontrollable, and she faces me, pure happiness radiating from her. “Thank you. I will cherish it always.”

Stepping forward, I lean down and whisper, “What if I told you I have one more surprise?”

She studies me curiously, wondering what other tricks I have up my sleeve.

Reaching around her, I pull the drawer open and grab the little black box tucked inside. Her heart speeds up when she sees the black velvet, her face softening as I stand in front of her, my nerves spiking like crazy.

“Greyson.” My name breathlessly falls from her lips.

I can’t contain my smile as I drop to one knee and stare up at the woman I am so incredibly in love with. In a way no one else in the world will ever possibly understand. We are a part of each other, our souls together as one.

She covers her mouth, her eyes welling up as I clear my throat. “I know it might not seem as significant as the Ceremony of Life and Death, but I want nothing more than to tie myself to you in every way possible. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Dropping to her knees in front of me, she whimpers, “Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

Joy bubbles out of me as I pluck the gold-and-ruby engagement ring I had custom-made for her and slide it onto her left ring finger.

A tear slips past her lashes and rolls down her cheek as she studies her new ring in awe. “Greyson, it’s so perfect. Oh my god, it’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. I got it made to match my own,” I tell her, digging the gold-and-ruby wedding band from my pocket and slipping it onto my ring finger.

She squeals, holding her ring next to mine. “They’re stunning together. A perfect pair.”

Lulu meows loudly, announcing her arrival as she jogs into the room. “Did I not mention that I also got Lulu a matching collar?”

Vivian chuckles, her face scrunching up. “You never cease to amaze me.” She laughs and sits down on her ass, patting her lap, which Lulu happily jumps into. “This is actually so thoughtful.”

She pets Lulu’s black fur as she purrs loudly from the outpouring of love. “But we need to find you a few hobbies. Clearly, between the shirts, the jewelry and collar, you have too much time on your hands.”

Rising to my feet, I offer her my hand and pull her up. “But I already have a few favorite hobbies.”

“Oh, yeah? What are they?” She grins, popping her hand on her hip.

Swiping my tongue along my bottom lip, I decide to show her one of them, reaching out and grabbing her head, crashing my lips to hers, and kissing her tenderly.

As I pull away, her eyes stay shut as her cheeks flush, and she whispers, “That also happens to be one of my favorite hobbies. What else?”

Bending over, I throw her over my shoulder and walk the few steps to the bed, tossing her onto the soft mattress. “Do you want me to tell you or show you?”

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