Page 77 of Can We Try?

“Lachlan?” she asks, tears evident in her voice.

“Come here, Mags.” I offer her my hand, and she takes it. I help her stand, then drop to one knee. “Maggie Ward, you’ve changed my life. You’ve opened up a whole new world of love and happiness for me.” Leaning forward, I press a kiss to her belly. “Love you, baby boy,” I whisper. Then I open the box and hold it up for her. “You are my sun, my moon, and all the stars in the sky. Maggie Ward, will you do me the incredible honor of being my wife? Will you marry me?”

Tears coat her cheeks, and I start to worry, but then she smiles, so brightly that it rivals the early morning sun, as she nods. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

With trembling hands, I pluck the ring from the box and slide it onto her finger. “Perfect.” My heart gallops in my chest, and my legs are shaky as I stand, and pull her into a kiss. “Never letting you go, Mags.”

“You promise?”

“With everything that I am.” I kiss her again, and as my tongue slides against hers, I feel her hands go to the waistband of my boxer briefs and tug.

“Need these off,” she says between kisses.

Pulling back, I discard my underwear, and she lifts her arms in the air. I pull my shirt she was sleeping in over her head and toss it to the floor. She shimmies out of her panties and I’m staring down at my future wife. My chest feels tight just thinking of her as mine for a lifetime.

“I need you, Lachlan.”

I move to climb on the bed, so she can have me. Her belly is growing every day, and we have to get creative.

“No.” She stops me, moving on the bed on all fours. She looks over her shoulder at me. “You coming?”

“I will be.” I smirk and climb onto the bed after her. I press my hips and my hard cock against her ass as I grip each cheek. She moans and grinds back into me.

Pulling back, I grip my cock, ready to be inside her, when I see her hand go between her legs. She rubs at her clit, and moans, causing my cock to twitch in my palm. “Maggie,” I warn her.

“You’re taking too long. You were teasing me in bed, and then you asked me to marry you, and I’m dripping for you, Lachlan. I need relief, and if you won’t give it to me.” Her voice trails off when I push my hard cock inside her. She’s so damn tight, and wet, and the warmth, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I know it’s her. It’s the love we share between us that makes every time with her better than the last.

“Mine. You are mine. Your pleasure is mine,” I tell her.

“All yours, as long as you don’t make me wait.” She laughs and then moans when I pull out and push back in.

“I wanted to make love to you. Nice and slow.”

“And I need you to fuck me nice and hard. We have forever, remember?” she asks.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my fiancée?” I ask her.

“I’m right here.” She pants as I thrust into her.

“Am I hurting you?” I ask as I push into her again. My pace is frantic as I chase my orgasm.

“No. Oh, yes! Don’t stop, please—” she moans, and fuck me, I’m ready to blow.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her. I never come before she does, but this might be a first. I’m so close.

She slides her hand back between her legs, and within minutes, she’s calling out my name.

“Thank fuck,” I rasp as I still, releasing inside her. Not wanting to crush her or the baby, I pull out and help her lie back on the bed, taking my spot beside her.

“Merry Christmas,” she says, kissing my sweaty, bare chest.

“Merry Christmas, my fiancée.”

She wiggles around until she can lift her arm and admire her ring. “It’s beautiful.”

“Just like the woman who owns it.” I pull her hand to my lips, kissing her ring. “Come on. Let’s get a shower, so I can feed you and we can open presents.”

“You gave me mine. The nursery and this ring.”

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