Page 64 of Top Shelf

“Your dad said it was free this weekend,” she says, putting the keycode into the door and opening it. “And I thought it would be the perfect place for us to relax after the week we’ve had.”

I bend down to kiss her.

“The perfect place,” I reiterate.

We spend the next few hours reliving that first weekend we spent here—fucking on just about every surface, going at each other like a bunch of fucking teenagers.

Right now, I have her in front of me, her back to my stomach. I push myself into her as I reach out to circle her clit, moving in and out, in and out. She just came in my mouth a few minutes ago, but I’m not letting up. Because now it’sourtime.

“How’s it feel, baby?” I whisper in her ear.

“Oh, fuck, Ty,” she whines, throwing her hand around my neck. “You’re gonna make me come again.” She’s out of breath, her body getting heavy on mine as she leans back.

“Ah-ah, baby,” I say, moving my fingers quicker around her clit, alternating between there and dipping inside of her. “We’re gonna fuck tonight until you forget that any other man has ever had you. I want you to remember whose pussy this is, sweet girl. Tell me.”

“It’s yours, Ty,” she breathes, grinding her hips back and forth to fuck my fingers. I push myself back into her.

“Again,” I growl in her ear.

“It’s your pussy,” she tells me. I thrust harder, and she cries out, falling forward onto her hands. I pull out of her and push her head down gently toward the mattress. I pull her hips back to my face, burying myself in her, licking her up and down, over and over, until her body starts to shake.

“Again,” I demand as she whimpers and squeezes the sheets between her fingers.

“It’s yours,” she cries out. “All of me. Every part of me is yours, Ty.”

“That’s my girl,” I say, pushing myself back into her as I reach back around for her clit, moving on top of her until she melts beneath me, and then I explode inside of her.

A few hours later, we’re lying in bed naked, the only light around us from the stars over the water. She sits up, pulling the blanket up to cover herself like I didn’t just dine on every fucking inch of her body. She’s so cute.

“I need to say something,” she says. I prop myself up on my pillow, listening intently.

“Okay,” I say. “I’m ready.”

“I know it feels fast,” she says, “but in the grand scheme of things, it’s really not. Because the truth is, Tyson, you have always been my home. You’ve always been my safe place. And I am done living life without you.”

I feel a lump forming in my throat. I reach out and lace my fingers with hers.

“So,” she goes on, “I just wanted to tell you that if someday in the future you decide you want to live the rest of your life with me, and you wanted to ask me to do that, I would one thousand percent say yes.”

I can’t fight off the smile on my face.

Fuck,she’s so fucking cute.

“Is that so?” I ask, feigning a serious look. She bites her lip and nods. “Well,” I say, reaching over into my inner coat pocket and unzipping it. I pull out the little black box that’s been in there for two weeks while I’ve been driving myself nuts over the best way to do it.

I hold it in front of her, and she goes completely still.

“It’s not fast,” I tell her with a smile. “It couldn’t be fast enough. Because you’re it, Blackwell. You are everything.”

I open the box and show her the diamond that Lo and Demi had both helped me pick out—a single solitaire that’s classically beautiful, just like the girl in front of me.

“Marry me, Blackwell,” I say. “Today, tomorrow, three years from now. Marry me whenever you’re ready. Just say you’ll do it.”

She looks up at me, her eyes full of tears. She nods like a maniac, the tears streaming down her face. I slide the ring on her finger, and then she jumps across the bed on top of me, kissing me a million times.

“Tomorrow works,” she whispers.

one year later

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