Page 95 of About Last Knight

He licks his lower lip and smirks when he sees me watching it. “Who do you belong to?”

I breathe, “You.” I can’t believe this behavior continues to turn me on, but it does.

He tilts his head as he studies me for a moment. He’s always so calm in these moments. I’m always the one panting and salivating like a rabid dog.

He runs his finger over my parted lips. “We’ll see how much you mean it. I need to mark you. Get on your knees.”

I drop down and lick my lips in anticipation of what’s to come. I’m already throbbing.

He puts his hand out. “Give me your hand.”

I give him my right hand. He rubs it up and down his jeans covered erection and then drops it.

“Give me your other hand.”

I give him my left hand. He pulls it up, and before I know what’s happening, he slides a diamond ring onto my finger. “Now you’re mine.”

My chin drops. I look up at him. “What just happened? Did you just tell me, not ask me, to marry you?”

He smiles. “Correct. I’m not asking, I’m telling you that you’re marrying me. We’re engaged.”

I look at him in bewilderment. “You’re telling me that we somehow just got engaged while I was the one on my knees, without you actually asking?”

He pulls me up and holds me close. He smiles. “That’s right. You got a problem with that?”

I smile back as I shake my head. “No, I don’t.”

He pulls me tight to his body and gives me a storybook love type of kiss.

The next day I’m meeting my friends for a celebratory lunch. They were all excited when I texted them last night. They insisted on lunch today to celebrate.

I walk in and see Rayne, Izzy, and Cassandra standing by the hostess area. They greet me with big hugs and congratulations. Rayne has tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just so happy for you. You deserve this, Melissa. It’s what you’ve wanted. Your time has finally come.”

Now I have tears in my eyes. She’s right. It’s finally happening for me. Everything I felt I missed. Everything I always wanted.

The maître d asks us how many people in our party.

Izzy answers, “Four.”

I shake my head, “Actually, we’re ten.”

The three of them look at me in question just as Darian and her girls walk in, followed shortly thereafter by Kylie and Jess.

“We have a big group celebrating today.” I take Darian’s hand. “And our party’s going to be adding one more person on a regular basis moving forward.”

Darian squeezes my hand back and Cassandra gives me a big smile.

I point my finger at her. “Rule number one still stands for you, so watch your mouth.”

Darian lets out a small laugh. “Good luck with that. I haven’t been able to muzzle her in nearly thirty-five years of friendship.” I have no doubt about that.

We make our way to the table.

A big tray of red and yellow fruity-looking drinks arrive just as we’re sitting. I look at Cassandra and she just smiles. I’m afraid to ask the waiter what we’re drinking, but I do. “Excuse me, what are these drinks?”

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