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“Nope, we’re not moving until you answer me.” I try to move up and down on him, desperate for the friction, but he has me pinned.

“Trevor, I’ve had three failed marriages. I’m not good at being married. What makes you think this would be any different?”

“Because I’m in love with you. Even though you won’t say it, I know you love me. We’re a perfect fit. You know it.”

He kicks the horse again, and we start bouncing.

That’s more like it. How have I never done this before? It’s out of this world.

I’m back to my pleasure bubble. “Say yes, Cassandra.” I say nothing. I don’t think I can form words right now. I just enjoy the crazy hard bouncing. He pulls the reins. The horse stops.

“No, no. Don’t stop. Oh, god, please don’t stop. I can’t take it.”

“Say yes, and we can keep going.”

“Are you using penis persuasion on me?”

“Yes. Is it working?”

I laugh. “Maybe a little.”

“I promise you a lifetime of creative penis persuasion. I promise to find new ways to fuck you as hard as possible and new ways to always make you laugh. I love you. Marry me?”

I smile at him. “If I say yes, do you promise to kick the horse again.”

“I have him rented for three more hours. I’ll buy him if you want.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, say that into my good ear.” He grins at me.

“Yes, I love you. Yes, I will marry you. Now kick the horse and fuck me hard.”

He slides the ring on my finger and kicks the horse. We use the full three hours.

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We’re in the car afterward. I turn to him. “Damn, we didn’t record that. I would have liked to relive that one.”

He scoffs at me. “I’m not a fuck-Cassandra rookie. I had a camera set up. It’s probably already in your email. I know what you need, Sexy.” He winks at me.

I smile at him. He really does know what I need.

“I may never walk again.”

“Are you complaining? Was it the ninth or tenth orgasm that really caused the damage?”

I smile. “No complaints. I may be investing in horses soon, though.”

He laughs as he picks up my ring-covered hand to kiss it. I can’t believe I’m wearing a ring again. I haven’t worn a ring on this finger since the day Roman kicked me out.

“Are you happy, Sexy?”

I smile. “I am.” I do wish I could share this with Darian right now. I wish I was with my whole family. Nothing feels real unless they’re a part of it. I’m not sure how Jackson will take this though. I doubt this will be the celebration I want.

I notice we’re not headed toward my place or his. “Trevor, where are we going?”

“I assumed you’d want to be with Darian and the girls. We’re headed there.”

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