Page 18 of My Grumpy Valentine

Penelope shivers at my words, her hips jerking as I slide back in.

Pressing my body against hers, I don’t have the strength to be sane about this. Her body’s embrace overwhelms me, causing me to lose control. After wanting something for so long and finally getting it, any man in my position would do the same with the woman they loved.

Her eyes flutter closed as our bodies meet, resembling the embodiment of a vivid fantasy. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. And all mine.

I suck a mark against her throat, one dark enough to linger. If any man is even thinking about pursuing her, they’re going to know better now.

I’m willing to bloody my knuckles over someone looking her way for a few seconds too long.

If Pen wants me, she’ll have to take every part I have to offer. That includes the bits that are possessive.

From the way she encourages my lips to mark more by tilting her head to the side, I give her what she wants and do just that.

Finding the sensitive spot that makes her croak out a cry, I ground my hips harder. Our bodies sing our chorus each time we meet. I feel my balls tightening as her grip does the same.

She’s as wound tight as I am. So close, I can feel her orgasm approaching.

Already learning the way her body works, I’m satisfied to be proven right.

As she throws her head back and cries out, alerting the entire complex of how good she’s getting it, I can see the finish line up ahead. Her walls clamp down as her orgasm washes over her body, and I feel the sting of her nails against my back as my hips continue rocking.

Sinking deeper into her wet heat, my thrusts lose their rhythm. Grabbing her hip, I lift her higher so I can get as deep as I can. I want to fill her with my release and give her what she always dreamed of having in the future.

I’m picturing plenty of kids. The house I’m fixing up can fit a whole family. Once I get her moved in, we’ll make plans. So many damn plans.

As her walls grip my cock and squeeze me for all I’m worth, I still and choke as I’m overwhelmed with a wave of pleasure. Flooding her channel with my release, I groan against the curve of her throat.

Penelope hooks her arms around me, keeping me in place. As we both fight to catch our breaths, I do the same and cling to her. Like I’m afraid there’s still some chance of her slipping out of my grip, I cling to her until we’ve collected ourselves.

“You’re going to have to move out of this place.” Murmuring the words against her skin, she giggles. God, I love the sound. I need to learn some jokes to make her laugh all the time. “I’m serious. Pack a bag, come stay with me.”

She sighs as I nuzzle her neck. “I’ve been stuck at this apartment complex for years. I’ll miss some of my neighbors, but what you’re offering me right now, sounds like complete bliss. How are your neighbors?”

“Dead to the world. They don’t cause any issues. Sometimes, during the summer, I’ve heard they host neighborly barbecues. I’m going to want to introduce you to everyone, Pen. As my wife, I hope.”

I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction. If she doesn’t want to move quickly, I’ll understand. I’ll wait a whole decade until she’s ready. But, fuck, I want to give her my last name. I want my ring around her finger, and to say vows I intend on keeping until my dying breath.

When she lifts her hips and wiggles against my softening cock, I groan against her skin. One little drag is all it takes to make the fire flicker inside.

“Summer isn’t that far away. Do you think we’ll have time?” She’s running her fingers along the marks she left against my skin. “Weddings take a lot of planning.”

Fuck, sheiswilling to try again. My soon-to-be wife. Yeah, it’s not going to take long at all to find the energy for a second round.

“I’ll get the paperwork started. We’ll go ring shopping the next time we’re off.” Okay, maybe we’re going to do all of our planning during this next round.

As long as we make it happen, the setting doesn’t matter.

We’re going to make this happen. Penelope is mine, and from this point on, everyone in Hope Peak is going to know.

8

Asher

Epilogue

I blink as sweat stings my eyes, and use the back of my wrist to wipe the droplets forming on my brow.

Today has to be a record-breaking day when it comes to the heat. I’m starting to consider moving somewhere colder. All I’ve got to do is get Pen on board. Otherwise, I’m going to drown in my sweat.

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