Page 77 of The C*ck Down the Block

“Ooh. Lunch tomorrow? We can strategize and plan and I can see the ring. He did get you a big ass diamond, right?”

I glanced down at my hand, actually looking at the ring for the first time. It was pretty, but what it represented meant so much more to me. “Yeah. I think you can probably see it from outer space.”

After I hung up with Lu, I snapped a selfie of me, Chris, and the ring and sent it to my mother. It was the middle of the night in Nepal, but I’m sure I’d get a call back as soon as she got up.

“So, what do we do now?” I looked up at my brand new fiancé. “We can’t just hide in this room all day. Do you think the reporters are gone?”

He waggled his eyebrows at me. “Wanna go—”

The door to the room flew open, but there was no one in the doorway. A woman’s voice called out from the hallway, and there was a rash of laughs and giggles behind that. “We waited as long as we could stand, so I hope you’re both decent, or if you’re not, I’m giving you to the count of ten before we all rush in to celebrate.”

“Marie is a fricking force of nature, isn’t she?” I said to Chris before I called back that they could come in.

“Just wait until the season starts and she organizes her infamous cowgirl road trips for our away games.”

The cowgirls rushed in and surrounded us, and the guys sauntered in after. I got the squeals and the oohing and awwing over the ring and how romantic it was that I asked him first. The guys all did a round of pats on the back and slugs to the arm.

With everyone celebrating and congratulating us, Chris moved to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, his fingers pushing the hem of my sweater up just a tiny bit so that his thumb found the skin at my waist. He leaned down and kissed my neck and then whispered in my ear. “I love you, Beatrix. Now let’s go home. I need you, with your gorgeous curves, on your knees for me. Do you want that, my good girl?”

Did I ever.

Amidst the laughter and chatter filling the room, we slipped away. Chris led me back to the car, our fingers intertwined naturally, as if they were made to fit together. The touches we shared told the story of our journey, and the love that’s blossomed between us. It was more than I ever thought was possible. He was my friend, my lover, and my happy ever after.

EPILOGUE

CHRIS

Several months later~

Sundays have been my favorite day of the week for a long time.

It was game day.

And so far, this season was a real banger.

Literally. The more sex Trixie and I had, the more games the Mustangs won. Although, honestly, even if were the worst team in the league and lost every game, I’d still make love to my soon to be wife all ay every day, twice on Sundays.

I’d already had her crying my name, coming on my cock, and then again, thanks to an interesting g-spot vibrator from Nepal, that also made her squirt for the first time ever.

And we weren’t done for the day. We’d started our little tradition of fucking in the locker room, trying our best not to get caught, before the first game of the season.

We’d gotten caught. We’d also beat the L.A. Bandits, 42-3.

Now the boys all conveniently cleared out a secluded section of the locker room before games. Football players are a superstitious lot, and my fiancée had an exhibitionist streak a mile high. She didn’t actually want anyone else to watch us, but in the safety of the locker room where we knew the assholes of the world weren’t going to film us, she loved that tiny edge of danger that someone might see us with our pants down.

Who was I to deny her whatever kinky sex she wanted to have?

If I also happened to be having the best season of my life, that was just a win-win.

But this morning, I was up earlier than usual and letting Trixie sleep in. She’d been extra busy the last few weeks working to launch her Take Up Space network. She, Sara Jayne Jerry, and Marie Manning were recruiting other plus size movers and shakers in all sorts of industries to not only support each other, but to do outreach programs to help women from all walks of life embrace and love who they were, no matter their size, shape, or what the scale said.

I was so fucking proud of her.

She also decided that since she reads so many romances, she might try her hand at writing one. I was particularly enjoying this endeavor since she liked to use my body for “research.” It’s a really dirty book.

The crisp morning temperatures of Colorado’s autumn were here, and I was sitting on the back porch, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, about to chat with Luke.

He’d been a bit of a bastard the last couple of months. Not his usual I’m-gonna-shit-on-your-shoes and chase me around the yard shenanigans, but more like he was trying to peck my eyes out.

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