Page 72 of You're My Person - For Always

Kingsley

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In the distance, birds cried, echoing off the mountain. Besides the wild animals, they were alone on the mountain peak.

Kenna moved on top of him in a tireless rhythm. Kingsley gripped the curve of her waist, pulling her down and lifting her up.

The wind whispered through her hair, spreading the strands over her shoulders. His cock pulsed inside of her.

Lifting his head, he ogled the sight of her pussy squeezing down on him. Her wet juices coated his dick. He could feel the tension building in Kenna, her muscles tightening, her breaths growing deeper. The moment was near, and he held back, savoring the anticipation.

He moved his right hand, skimming her clit with his thumb. She ground down on him, moaning.

Her pussy spasmed. Pleasure curled his toes in his boots.

Suddenly, she arched her back, her eyes fluttering closed. A soft moan escaped her lips. He thrust up one final time and came inside her.

Her whole weight came down on him. His balls throbbed, totally spent.

Her pussy pulsed to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He rubbed her hips and let his head fall back against the ground.

She flopped forward, laying on his chest. His breathing returned to normal, and he exhaled heavily.

Dark clouds covered the sky as he lay there, feeling the earth move underneath him. A storm was coming.

Today was exactly what they needed after throwing themselves into a regular routine. Kenna worked at the bar, and he dived back into handling club business and keeping Gem Haven running.

"When we get married, I want to hyphenate my name with yours." She sat up. "I want to be Kenna Jade Pruitt-Stafford. It's who I am."

He grinned. "I like the sound of that."

She moved off him. He pushed to his feet and tucked his dick in his jeans.

"So, when are we getting married?" She wiggled into her shorts and picked up her shirt, shaking the dust off it.

"What's your hurry?"

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "You're old. We're wasting time."

He burst out laughing and fastened his belt. "Brat."

"I'm just saying, you're the one who said we're getting married. I thought it would be nice—"

"As soon as the campground closes for the season. We can go into town and have the judge marry us or Barney can say a few words. Whatever you want."

"Barney? The old man who doctored Zora's ankle?"

"The same," he said.

"Can he do it here? On the mountain peak? I want to be married in Gem Haven." She moved closer, putting her hands on his sides and holding him in front of her. "This is our place and it's beautiful here. We could stand on the edge overlooking all the land."

A raindrop hit his forehead. He looked up into the sky.

"I don't want it fancy. I'll wear a dress, but not a white one, and you can wear your leather vest with your newer black jeans. We can invite the members and Big John. Of course, Zora, too. Maybe afterward we can—"

Thunder rumbled. She jumped, looking up into the sky.

"We need to get under cover." He took her hand and led her to the Harley.

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