Page 15 of Rowdy and Willing

I can’t help tearing up from his words.

“We’ve been friends all this time. We still are. But it’s way more than that now. We’re soulmates. I love her with all my heart, and I want to wake up with her next to me every morning. I want to build something more than just inventions with her. I want to build a family with her. I want to see her smile every day, I want to hear her laugh. I love her. And I want the world to know. I guess I just wanted to tell you first.”

My father laughs, and I’m feeling a bit red and overwhelmed by Williams’ words. “You got my blessing, boy. You’ve always had my blessing, and knowing that you feel this strongly is just icing on the cake. You’ve been like the son I never had, and I can think of no one better to marry my daughter.”

The tears are streaming down my eyes now. The last few weeks since we’ve given into our desire for one another have been nonstop lust and affection. As if we’re trying to make up for all the lost time. The passion’s been so intense. Never have I doubted our decision to make this friendship something more than what it was.

I walk into the living room. Williams drops to his knee, holding out a tiny velvet box. “Windy, this is over a decade in the making. No woman has made me feel like you do. You’re my best friend, and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Marry me. Agree to be my wife, to be my everything.”

Still teary, I nod. “Of course, of course! After waiting so long, I’m more than Rowdy and willing!”

He slides the ring on my finger and jumps up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close with a huge kiss. He holds me tight and spins me around with such a powerful embrace.

I should have known he was perfect for me from the start.

My fears denied me him all this time, but that’s the past.

I won’t make that mistake again. Williams is mine forevermore.

EPILOGUE 1

WILLIAMS

SIX MONTHS LATER

I yawn, waking up from the sun sneaking through the blinds. I sit up gently and smile at the naked body next to me, barely covered by our blankets. We don’t have need for much warmth from them when we have one another.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. Even more beautiful now that she has that ring on her finger, now that she’s my wife. I lean in on my arm, watching her sleep. This is riveting to me, everything about her fascinates me. She’s beautiful, and I enjoy every single second of our life together.

Her eyes open, and I immediately kiss her. She giggles, and our kisses quickly become something more. I caress her cheek, her hair, her everything, running my hand down her naked form. She shudders and leans into me, kissing me back, those skillful yet delicate hands running down my form. Kicking the blanket away entirely, there’s nothing between us as I swing my body over hers. I’m rock-hard at the slightest hint of having her. She does so goddamn much for me.

She laughs, grabbing my cock, jerking it and urging it where she wants it to go. She’s voracious and insurmountably horny for me. I love it. I rain kisses down her, across her body, across her tits, lusting after every single inch of her being. Feeling her nipples perk up between my lips feels so visceral. She squeezes my ass and encourages me, my cock lining up with her slit and ready to plunge deep into her.

I give her what she wants and relish every inch that I push into her, gasping and panting as her entire form shakes around me. She’s so tight, absolute heaven to fuck. Deeper and deeper I cry out, all of her so delectable, a wild smile on my face. She slaps me on my ass, urging me deeper.

Chuckling, I realize how much of a wordless language we’ve built up. How strongly we’ve been able to communicate, totally in tune with what each other wants. She’s a bit of a rough girl, and she only likes the peaceful, serene style of lovemaking sometimes. Usually she wants me to take her hard and fast, and I do just that. Every thrust of mine shakes her form, her beautiful body trembling around my cock as I take her again and again.

Hearing her moan for me with each and every penetration is the biggest rush I can possibly imagine, my drug, what I’ll always be after. I want to hear her sing for me as I fuck her, as I rub her clit with such rhythm. Every time she claws at me, every time she bucks into me, it’s a wonderful victory for me.

We hit such a fever pitch, our juices the only lubrication we need. One more kiss and I’m on edge, ready to blow. Through sheer discipline alone, I hold back, always wanting my love to get there first, wanting her to sing for me, scream for me.

When she does? There’s nothing better. I’m continually amazed at the wonder and gorgeousness of my woman. I erupt inside her, giving her everything I have, literally and figuratively. The orgasm I have is almost secondary to the joy of watching hers.

I hold her close. I’m tempted to fall asleep with her in my arms again, but I look over at the clock. It’s about noon. We probably shouldn’t just stay in bed all day, as much as I’d like to.

I kiss her one last time and scramble up, finding my robe so I’m not just strolling around the house in the nude. Although I’m sure Windy would be perfectly happy with that.

“I’ll go make breakfast, you enjoy your beauty sleep. Not like you need it though.”

She giggles as she stretches. She’ll probably be down behind me. She’s always quite the busybody.

I head out to check the mail since it’s already so late. We put down a down payment on a proper house with the combination of my savings and the advance that Anchor gave us from our project. It’ll be a fine little place to build our family.

It has a massive garage, because of course it does. It’s our home and we need space to do our own tinkering, among other things.

There’s a box on our doorstep addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Rowdy, and it’s from Anchor’s company.

My eyes light up, and I pick it up and run in. “Windy? Windy, get down here!”

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