Page 111 of Space Oddities

I’m too far gone once he thrusts to care about the trailer rocking or wedding guests talking.

Let them know. Let them know how much I love this man. How much he loves me.

Pleasure hits me, and I arch my back, screaming out in pleasure before Ian’s lips cover my own. He thrusts once, twice, then stills, his moan reverberating in my chest.

Slowly the world comes back to us. Tinkling glasses, distant laughter, the band’s melody floating out from the barn doors.

Life can’t get much better.

“Fuck.”

Startled, my relaxed body tenses. “What?” My hands grip his shoulders. “Are you okay? Is it the small space?” I make to get down and hustle him outside, but he holds me in place.

“No, no. I’m fine.” His frown fades, and he pauses as if in thought. “Actually, being in here hasn’t bothered me once.”

“Oh. Well, that’s good.” I tilt my head. “Then what’s the matter?”

He grimaces. “I forgot the condom.”

“Oh.” The wetness between my legs intensifies.

“Yes, oh.” His head dips down, his forehead touching mine. Regardless of the problem, I can’t help but smile. I’m pretty sure Ian Kincaid, Boy Scout Captain America, never made this mistake before.

“I guess you’ll just have to marry me then.”

Ian jerks away so fast he stumbles back, cock out. “Wait. What?”

I look down, biting my lips so as not to laugh. “And get that dog we were talking about at the food truck park.” I slide off the counter, mincing carefully over to the tiny bathroom to clean up.

Maneuvering my cumbersome dress within the small space, I call out, “Rebecca is here. We can ask her what shelter dogs are available at the moment.”

No response. I finish up, washing my hands and step out, finding Ian right where I left him, his penis tucked back inside his tuxedo pants.

“Did you… did you just ask me to marry you while I’m still inside you?” He runs a hand through his hair. “And then tell me we’re getting a dog?”

Any other woman might be regretting her impulsiveness, or second guessing her boyfriend’s feelings at such a response. But I am that sure of Ian’s feelings and trusting in what we have that I can’t help but laugh. “Is that a no?”

With just one step, Ian squeezes me so tight the breath is knocked from my lungs. “Hell no that isn’t a no.” He pulls back, smacking a kiss on my lips before I can get a breath in. “That’s a wait-a-damn-minute-and-let-me-do-the-asking.”

“Oh. I see. Did I step on your macho toes?”

He rolls his eyes. “As a writer you should know that there is an order to these things.”

“There is?”

“Yes.” He holds up one finger. “First we date.”

I think of the food truck park. “We sort of did that.”

“Then we live together.” Another finger.

“Wearedoing that.” Though in hindsight we never really talked about it.

A third finger joins the other two. “ThenIpropose toyou.”

“I don’t see why you get to do it,” I mutter.

“Then we get a dog, then a baby.” He looks like he wants me to high-five him.

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