Again Marcus and Tiffany grinned.
“Okay, time for me to take the two of you out for breakfast,” Donovan said, sensing his brother and Kylie needed to be alone. “And since we won’t be playing our basketball game today, I’ll go pick up Bas and Morgan and we can work out our competitive frustrations on the video games.”
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Marcus said, rushing for the door. “And now that Dad knows there’s nothing going on with me and Tiffany, I can give Rhonda Denton my phone number.”
“And I can give Brad Reagan mine,” Tiffany added, following right on Marcus’s heels.
Donovan turned to his brother and chuckled. “Boy, the two of you will have a lot to deal with after you get married, with two dating-age teens in the house.” He then patted Chance on the back. “We’re leaving so the two of you can settle things.”
Chance gave his brother an appreciative nod. “And give us a courtesy call before you come back.”
Understanding completely, Donovan laughed before he walked out the door, closing and locking it behind him.
“You admitted that you love me in front of them,” Chance said huskily, still holding Kylie’s hand in his. “I didn’t think that you would.”
She nodded. “I had to because it’s the truth and I couldn’t pretend otherwise.”
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
Yes, she knew what this meant. Chance had told her once that if there was something that he wanted, he wouldn’t give up until he got it. “Yes, I know and now, since you have me, what are you going to do with me?”
He smiled that sexy smile that could make her heart race and make her dizzy. “My long-term goal is to marry you by next summer, if not before. But my short-term goal is to make love to you, right here and now.”
And with that said he captured her mouth in a soul-searing kiss that left her trembling. And then he began removing her clothes as well as his own.
“No visitors and no kids for a while,” she whispered when he had gotten her completely naked and stretched out on the sofa.
He smiled. “I would go get the caramel topping but that would be too messy, so I’m just going to have to use my imagination.”
He did and enjoyed taking the long, lazy swipes of his tongue over every inch of her body, liking the sound of her moaning and groaning while he did so. By the time he had slid back up her body he knew he was about to take her in a way he had never taken her before. He had already slipped on the condom and the moment he was poised between her thighs, he looked down at her and remembered the term Tiffany had used.
Solid soul.
And as he began sinking deep within her silken heat, he knew that the love the two of them shared was solid soul. It was also something else. It was a love meant to be. A love destined to last a lifetime. A love forged in steel.
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, then whispered a heartfelt request. “Marry me, baby.”
Kylie smiled at him and when he hit her G-spot at an angle that made her moan deep in her throat, he smiled and asked softly, “Was that a yes?”
Her darkened eyes took on a positive gleam when she tightened her arms around his neck and groaned a resounding, “Yes.”
EPILOGUE
CHANCE COULDN’T WAIT until the summer. He and Kylie were married on Christmas Day in the presence of family and friends. Considering how they had met, it seemed very fitting for Marcus to be his best man and Tiffany to be Kylie’s maid of honor.