Page 124 of The Outpost (Jamison Valley 4)
He dipped his fingers one last time before positioning the broad head of his cock. “Your wish.” With his elbows bracketing my face, his hands dove into the masses of my hair splayed behind me on the mattress.
With a slow and deliberate push, he buried his huge cock, connecting us so completely I knew we’d never drift apart again.
“I love you,” I whispered.
His smiling eyes locked with mine as his hips kept thrusting. “I love you too.”
Beau’s strokes sped up and my empty bedroom filled with the sound of our bodies colliding. One of his hands left my hair and came down to my breast, rolling a nipple and sending a whole new wave of heat to my core.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Say that again,” he whispered in my ear as his cock kept stroking and his hand kept working my nipple.
“Yes.”
He kissed my neck, thrusting deep once more but then stopped.
“What?” I panted. “Did you hear something? Is it the movers?”
He didn’t answer me; instead he lifted up and leaned over to rifle through his jeans pocket.
I listened for noise but the apartment was silent. “Beau?”
He still didn’t answer. Seriously? What was so important that he stopped fucking me? If he came back with his phone, I was going to kill him.
“Beau!” I smacked him on the arm, causing him to chuckle. “This isn’t funny.” I tipped my hips up as a silent reminder that he had much more important things to be doing right now than messing around with his pants.
“I’m glad you said yes.” His torso came back to mine and he grinned. His right hand reached for my left and slid a cold metal band past my knuckle until it rested perfectly at the base of my ring finger.
“Wha—”
He interrupted me by slamming his mouth down on mine and kissing me deeply. I didn’t kiss him back, I just lay there, stunned.
Did he just propose? I ripped my lips away from his and turned my head to the side. He had my wrist pinned, a diamond ring sparkling brightly against my skin.
“Oh my god,” I gasped as I stared at the ring. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry so I did both, hiccupping sobs as a wide smile split my face. Blinking away tears, I turned my head, needing Beau’s eyes. They were waiting for me, bright and full of love.
“I love you, Sabrina,” he whispered. “Be my wife?”
I nodded, unable to speak because I was crying again.
Beau swiped my tears away with his thumbs as he peppered kisses on my nose, chin and cheeks. When I finally got ahold of my emotions, I lifted up to kiss his lips. My legs wrapped around the back of his thighs and pulled him closer, burying his cock as deep as it could go.
He smiled against my mouth before sliding his tongue inside. Our kiss started out sweet but quickly turned hot as Beau’s long strokes resumed. My body ignited again and my legs started to tremble. Beau started going faster, pounding hard and deep, until he gave me an intense orgasm. I was so consumed with the explosion, I vaguely registered Beau telling me he was coming too.
My entire body went limp as he slid out, letting me go to collapse by my side. When my racing heartbeat and labored breathing started to subside, I lifted my left hand in front of my face.
“Wow.” I was mesmerized by the jewel on my finger. Set in a thin, white-gold band was a square-cut diamond. The ring was simple but exquisite. Exactly what I would have picked out for myself.
“Do you like it?” Beau asked, propping himself up on his side.
“It’s beautiful.” I turned my head to give him a kiss but the second my lips touched his, a knock pounded on the door.
“Ahh! The movers are here and I’m naked!” I scrambled off the bed, scooping up clothes and nearly tripping as I rushed to the bathroom to clean up. By the time I emerged, Beau had gotten dressed, sans the button-down, and was showing the crew around my living room.
“Hi.” I waved and shook hands with the foreman, who immediately started walking me through the moving process and introducing me to his team.
“We should be done before lunch, ma’am,” the foreman said as his crew dispersed to bring in flattened boxes and tissue-paper rolls from the hallway.
