Page 68 of Milk
“Then they would be prisoners. I wanted them to feel hopeful, right before the end.”
“That’s impractical,” Susan said with a deadpan expression.
“You know me, I have a weak spot for drama,” I teased her.
Susan rolled her eyes before she looked towards the beach. Turning, I found Tiffany and Wren walking towards us, dripping with seawater, their majestic, plump figures, barely contained by their bikinis. My speedo felt useless against my twin cocks hardening.
I spoke softly to Susan. “Could you take Wren to the restaurant? There’s something I …”
Susan looked at my cock, she was so obvious about the glance and her smirk after, that it cut me short. She chuckled. “Of course, Carter. I’m sure you have one ortwovery imperative matters to address.”
She wasn’t subtle. As the girls approached, Susan walked ahead to take Wren’s hand, kiss her, and point towards the resort bar behind us. Wren waved at me as she passed by. I took a towel to Tiffany and wrapped it around her lush, gorgeous body.
“Who was that? The man?” She asked, dripping and glistening.
“I’m sure I told you about my business partner. That was him and my sister.”
“Your sister? Can I meet her?”
“I don’t think so,” I said, my voice tight. “At least not right now.”
Tiffany didn’t ask more. I was sure she could see the pain in my eyes, and she didn’t want to push it. So she focused on better news.
“Are we done?”
“Just as I promised. To the day,” I told her.
Tiffany hugged me tightly, dampening my Hawaiian shirt. We kissed softly, tenderly, something sacred and relieved. My cocks ground against her belly, nearly distracting me. Tiffany wanted me out of the business, and I told her, to the hour, when that would happen. Tiffany hated secrets and liked when a man showed follow through. I’d followed through on both since the night I killed Jason.
“Tiff…” I said, ending the kiss, “There’s something I’ve wanted to discuss with you, but I didn’t want to bring it up while I had other obligations to handle.”
“What is it? Are you okay?”
I couldn’t wait a second longer. I’d waited as long as I could. I’d planned it for dinner by the resort pool, but I was done waiting for the right moment to show her or tell her how I felt. I sank down on one knee and pulled the black velvet box from the pocket of my shirt. As I lifted it, Tiffany covered her face with both hands and screamed in a mix of joy and nervous disbelief. When she removed her hands, she was already crying and nodding, my teary sweet cow.
“Carter!” She yelled, unable to hide her smile.
“Tiffany, would you do me the honor of-”
“YES!YES!” She shouted, then stopped herself. “Sorry. Sorry Please,finish.”
“Are you sure, you already told me what I wanted-” I chuckled.
“Sorry! I couldn’t resist. Please, Carter. Do it! Say all of it, please!”
“Tiffany, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife so we can live together, love each other, and keep finding more happiness together for the rest of our lives?” I asked. It was less than I wanted to say, but just seeing her eagerness made me want to rush. I’d say everything else on our wedding day.
“Yes! Yes” She bounced in place, taking the ring from the box.
The diamond glistened under the tropical sun and in her eyes. I looked up at her, gorgeous in her cow print bikini with my mark branded on her skin. We belonged together. I owned her in more ways than made sense, in every way that mattered, and she’d chosen me, knowing everything. We’d carved happiness in the most taboo and unexpected places, but I didn’t regret anything but denying us both even a second ofthis.
“I love you,” I said honestly. “More than I thought I could love anyone, in ways that hardly make sense. I can’t wait to findnew reasons to love you, to make sense of it all and love you even more as your husband.”
“Carter, This is- Oh my god! I’m crying so much,” she said between sniffles.
I got up and hugged her, kissing her cheeks, salty from the sea and from her tears.
She gently held my face in her hands. “I want … I want the wedding to be in India. You’ve told me how much you loved it, how much being there meant to you. I want to see you fall in love with India again with me. So, if … If the memories won’t hurt…”
