Page 94 of The Blessing

I stare back with a blank expression on my face. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I can’t believe how quickly all my ideas have gone to shit. I wanted to do some grand, romantic gesture that would have her blushing for weeks to come—giving her all that heart and flower shit she deserves—but now my cover is completely blown. Her name tattooed on my ring finger is pretty fucking incriminating and I know there’s no way I’m talking my way out of this.

I gaze at her face, only to find that I can’t tell what the hell she’s thinking. She’s usually an open book, but right now I can’t tell whether she’s happy, pissed, or just plain shocked. My heart skips a beat and my adrenaline spikes as I wait for some sort of reaction to appear on her face. Finally, her face begins to flush, and her mouth drops open in, what I assume is, surprise. What I wouldn’t give to be able to read her mind right now.

Before Ronnie gets the chance to freak-out, I do what I do best and crash my lips against hers. I don’t know what to do or say… so, I implement the best and only idea I have. I’ll use sex as a diversion until I can come up with something romantic. I’ll distract her with my cock and hope that after an hour she’ll forget all about my little tattoo. She kisses me back with just as much enthusiasm. Her soft body writhes against mine and a beautiful moan escapes through her lips, causing my cock to grow uncomfortable in my pants.

I pull back, remembering where we are and where my son—most importantly—is. I don’t give her time to talk, but instead, jump up to put Grey in his pack-n-play before returning to the matter at hand. I’ll read him two bedtime stories tomorrow night—but daddy just doesn’t have time right now. Thankfully, he’s already half asleep by the time I tuck him in. I give him a goodnight kiss on the forehead before returning to my, hopefully,very horny girl.

However, by the time I get back to her she’s regained her composure. She looks determined to discuss my new ink. Fuck, I feel uneasy. Expressing my feelings for her and asking her the one question that’s been on my mind for a while now is the last thing I want to do right now. I want the moment to be perfect and proposing to her after beating up her ex-boyfriend isn’t exactly the height of romance. I cross the room and nearly pounce on her, silencing her with my lips and body before she gets the chance to utter a single word. My hands are all over her, playing with her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt just the way I know she likes it. I want her to be nice and wet, but mostly distracted from what she saw. My tongue traces her plump bottom lip until she opens her mouth and offers me entrance. She tastes salty and so incredibly sweet. My hand drifts down her body until I dip it into the top of her yoga pants and into her panties. She’s so fucking wet. All I want to do is turn her over, yank down her tight, little pants, and claim her right here on the couch. I’d do just that, but I know my girl deserves so much more.

I pull her onto my lap, making sure she’s nice and comfortable before lifting the both of us off the couch. My mouth never leaves hers as I carry her into her bedroom. God, I want her. I’ve never wanted anything more than I do her right now. This woman will hopefully be my wife someday; I love her more than I ever believed I could. I want to worship every inch of her motherfucking body and show her physically just how deeply my emotions run.

I toss her onto the bed and give myself the luxury of taking a moment to look at her curves. It seems like my fresh ink is long forgotten as her gaze settles on my cock, which is pulsing uncomfortably against my fly. I smirk at her, enjoying the way her eyes rake over my body. I begin to slowly take off my clothes. I pull off my shirt, kick off my shoes, and slowly pull the zipper of my jeans down to release my throbbing erection. Her eyes widen, and I nearly blow my load as she licks her lips. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be with a woman like her. If I play my cards right, this thing we have will last forever.

Unable to contain myself a moment longer I pounce on her, kissing her with all the passion I can muster. My cock is poised at her clothed entrance and I can feel her wetness through the thin material of her yoga pants. I just want to rip them apart at the seam and bury myself deep inside of her. Wanting to give her some form of foreplay before I surround myself with her warmth—I break our kiss so I can pull off her top. Her tits bounce from their confinements as I pull off her bra. My lips are wrapped around her nipple before I can throw her bra to the floor beside the bed.

“Trevor, please!” Her voice shakes as she begs and jerks on my hair.

I can’t deny my girl a thing. I bite down on her pert nipple before pulling away to strip her completely. Her pussy is glistening by the time I get her completely naked. I move down her body to kiss her core, but Ronnie reaches down and grabs my ass to stop me.

“I need you now!” she urges, her sweet voice demanding.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice! I’m inside of her tight, wet heat in a single thrust. I moan as she grips me. I have to pause for a moment before my distraction for her ends too soon. Every time I’m inside of her, I feel like I’ve died and gone straight to heaven. Sex has never felt so incredible. I take a deep breath and try to control myself, although, all I want is to buck relentlessly against her. I really wanted to take things slow tonight and make love to her. However, Ronnie seems to have different ideas. She smacks my ass before gripping me, urging me to take her hard. I pull out before thrusting roughly back in, just the way I know she wants it. She wraps her legs around my waist and I plow into her with a heroic speed, watching her tits bounce with every thrust.

Once she’s shattered around me, I flip her over so she’s on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. I give her little peach tattoo a soft kiss before lining myself up with her entrance and thrusting back inside of her. Ronnie meets me with each and every thrust. Her ass is slapping loudly against my thighs. The sounds of her moans fill the otherwise silent bedroom. I groan, knowing that I’m so fucking close. I want Ronnie to get off once more, so I wrap my hand around her body and play with her sensitive clit.

“I love you, Veronica,” I moan, enjoying the way her full name sounds as it falls from my lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you,” she gasps out as her body begins to shake under me. “I’m so close.”

I can feel her begin to orgasm again. She’s gripping me so tightly that it’s almost painful. “Come for me, beautiful,” I demand, putting more pressure on that sensitive spot between her legs. “I want to feel you, baby.” She finally lets go and her pussy flutters around me. I come violently inside of her, continuing to thrust into her as I ride out my orgasm.

Sated, I pull out, giving her glistening back a kiss before I lay down at her side. I kiss every bit of her that I can reach. She rewards me with a blissful smile before nestling against my side. I could stay like this forever; being with her is so fucking incredible. We lay together in a comfortable silence for a while until Ronnie decides to break said silence with the question I’ve been dreading.

“So… are you going to tell me why you have my name tattooed on your finger?”

I guess the sex hadn’t distracted her like I had hoped it would. Although, I didn’t have a proposal planned out—I didn’t exactly see it going down like this. I know I’ve got to be honest with her; I can’t just dance around the subject because I’m feeling fucking unsure of myself. Taking a deep breath, I mentally prepare for what I’m about to do. I kiss her lips, enjoying the salty taste of her sex before deepening it until we’re both high off the feeling.

I pull away and smile at her, praying that what I’m about to do goes over well. “I’ll be right back,” I promise before sliding off the bed.

Quickly pulling on my jeans, I leave the room and head to my apartment across the hall. If I’m going to propose I want to do it right. I briskly unlock my door before jogging into my room to grab her engagement ring from my dresser. My hand is fucking shaking as I carry it back across the hall to her apartment. Have I ever been so fucking nervous in my life? No, I can easily say that I haven’t. The last time I’ve done something this important was when I took up my role as Grey’s father. Although, I was too fucking depressed to feel nervous about my new role back then. Tonight is so different. I’m asking Ronnie to by my wife and Grey’s mother. Grey and I are a packaged deal, and I can’t wait for Ronnie to officially become part of our family. Grey fucking loves her. I fucking love her. I don’t think anything has ever felt so right.

As soon as Ronnie sees me, her eyes widen and she sits up in bed as she stares at the little black box in my hand. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my insistent nerves. I can’t believe I’m doing this! It all feels so fucking surreal. With a shy smile, I drop to one knee beside the bed and pop open the box for her to see the ring. Her eyes fill with tears as she brings a shaky hand up to cover the surprised look on her face. I fucking pray these are tears of happiness.

“Veronica,” I begin, my voice shaking with nerves. “Baby, I feel like I’ve been in love with you before I even knew what romantic love was. From the moment you came into my life, everything changed. With you, the sun is always shining on me. I feel optimistic about each and every day. You’re my strength when I feel so fucking weak. You’re my best friend and you understand me better than anyone. You manage to love me even when I don’t love myself. And in those moments when I don’t love myself—I still manage to love you. Every day. Before I met you, I was a broken man. I was always searching for something, and now I realize that I was just searching for you. You give every day meaning. When I’m around you, I forget about all the bad and just focus on the future I want with you. You’re perfect for Grey and me. Without you, we’re not fucking complete. So, Veronica Elizabeth Clark, will you be mine forever? Will you marry me?”

My body shakes as I await her answer. I can’t help but smile as the feeling of relief washes over me because, despite her answer, I’ve managed to tell her exactly how I feel. I’ve never been good when it comes to words or expressing my emotions, but Ronnie manages to bring out the best in me. A sob escapes her throat as a blissful smile lights up her beautiful face. She holds out her left hand and nods as a tear escape her eye and trails down her flushed cheek.

“Of course, Trevor. Of course, I’ll be yours,” she says as her voice shakes with, what sounds like, happiness and utter disbelief. “I love you so much.”

My heart feels so full. I think it might fucking erupt. I laugh and all the tension in my body releases all at once as I soak up her answer. I can’t believe it! This beautiful, perfect girl has agreed to be mine! I slide the ring onto her finger before pulling her off the bed and into my arms. This girl is mine. This gorgeous, intelligent, hilarious, wonderful girl is mine! I kiss her, pouring all the love I’m feeling in my heart into that kiss. I only break it when I hear our son start to cry.

I grin, wanting him to be a part of this perfect moment, as well. Ronnie is getting both of us after all. I give her one quick peck on the lips before getting up and hurrying out of the room to grab my son. He stops crying as soon he sees my smiling face. I pick him up and hold him safely in my arms. Bliss. I’ve never felt such fucking bliss.

“Dada!” He gives me a big grin and grabs ahold of my finger.

“Yeah, buddy. Daddy’s really happy.”

I kiss every inch of his chubby, little face before carrying him back to Ronnie’s bedroom. She dressed in a pair of pajamas while I was gone and is waiting for us on the bed. She’s staring down at her engagement ring, eyes beaming with excitement and disbelief. We join her on the bed and I place Grey safely between us—enjoying a small glimpse of the rest of our lives together. It could always be just like this: one happy fucking family.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” I quietly muse as I watch him crawl onto her lap. “Are you happy?” I ask as I bend down to kiss her cheek.

“I’m so happy,” she whispers in return, then reaches down to tickle Grey’s belly. “I love you, Trevor William Warren. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

My wife. No words have ever sounded sweeter.