I reached for the box in my pocket and popped it open, pushed it into her sweet hands cupped near her bosom. “Marry me. We've been through heaven and hell together, and here we are. You're already mine, babe, whatever the fuck happens from here. Now, let's make it official. Say 'yes' so I can slide that rock on your finger.”
Her eyes almost popped out when she saw the ring. Fine jewelry was nothing new to her, growing up in wealth and splendor like me. I still managed to hit the mark. A few special connections and a million bucks bought more here than anywhere else.
“Anton!” She swooped into my arms, smashed the box between us, planting her lips on mine. “Of course I will.”
Thank God. The phrase held extra power here. Not just because we were kissing in the middle of this beautiful renovated temple, but because I'd been scared as shit about something breaking down at the last minute, some creep of doubt, some kinda bad luck.
It was meant to be, and it took me a full minute of her hot little lips on mine to realize it always had been.
A few seconds later, I held her, plucked out the ring, and pushed it onto her finger. Perfect fit. Only kind there'd ever be.
We'd gotten our fairy tale ending after a twisted beginning. Sometimes, dreams do come true, and you can build them piece by piece, digging clay from the craziest fucking places.
“Bastard,” she hissed in my ear, hot and salacious. “You scared me. You were planning this all along.”
She laughed, and I shot her a serious look. “Shit, babe. We've christened this place with enough dirty talk for one day. Save some for the big day.”
Another laugh. She gave my bicep a playful whack. I grabbed her, threw her over my shoulder, and led her to the back door carved in the nicely concealed wood behind the altar.
It was just a little passage I'd had built special for the church. Past that door, the right fork led to the priest's office, but we took the left.
“I'm not done with the surprises, babe.” I set her down next to the new door, working at the lock with a key from my pocket.
Soon as it opened and she got a good look, she laughed and flapped her hair even harder than when I'd given her that ring. Fuck me. And here I thought those million dollar diamonds would be the greatest surprise.
“I can't believe you!”
Grinning, I cupped her ass and nudged her inside. She didn't need much help – she was drawn right into the small silver bedroom decked out with a red leather fold-down bed.
“Don't worry. This priest said it's kosher as long as there's a hallway and a seal between this place and the church. Besides, where else did you think I was gonna fuck you? Out in the snow? You know my dick's not gonna wait 'til we get back to the house. Not after hearing you're gonna be my wife.”
My wife – fuck! I couldn't believe it. Better fuck her long and hard to make it sink in.
Just thinking it made me harder than the diamond and gold on her finger. It was all she was wearing a minute later when I laid her down and sank inside her.
We fucked. We kissed. We came together.
I was still growling her name like a holy mantra when my balls were milked dry, lost in this sweet slice of heaven we'd created. And I'd stay lost in its wonder 'til the day I died.
Thanks!