The grin that finds her face makes my dick hard and I resist the urge to pull her behind a tree and fuck her senselessly. “You want to marry me, Calloway?”

“There isn’t any question. You know I do.”

“Well, I suppose marrying you would spare me the pain of having to change my last name.” She taps her chin and I narrow my gaze at her before I pinch her side playfully. We pass a bench and she sits down and I follow suit. “James… I’ve wanted to marry you since I was like three years old.” She smiles. “I’ve been waiting forever for this.”

“Well, I want to spend forever with you.”

Epilogue

Four Years Later

The air leaves my lungs when I take in the vision in front of me. Adorned in a long white dress that conforms to her slender body, I want to drop to my knees and worship at her feet. She’s undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

“Oh my God, what are you doing here?” she squeals as Monica tries to shoo me out of the room. Her eyes are brimming with tears but I can’t be sure if it’s because I’m here seeing her in her wedding dress and she wanted to wait or because she’s overwhelmed by the fact that she’s marrying me today.

“Monica, give us a second.”

“James, her makeup and hair are perfect.” Monica, who is dressed in a sapphire blue maid of honor dress, says as she pushes against my chest to try and get me out of the room.

“Monica, out,” I growl at her as I make my way towards Gabrielle who also happens to be my future wife. My cock jerks in my pants thinking about marrying Gabrielle which is happening within the next ten minutes. The sound of the door clicking lets me know that we’re alone and I’m in front of her instantly.

“Wow. You’re a vision.”

“You’re not supposed to be here!” she says as my lips find her neck.

“Says who?”

She grips my forearms and takes a step back. “Tradition!”

“Okay, so we’re going with what’s traditional now, future Mrs. Calloway?” I say emphasizing her last name which happens to be the same as mine. She grabs the table behind her and I take a step closer to her. “Is your pussy wet?” I’m back in front of her. “I know how much it turns you on when I call you that.” For the past few months, whenever I’ve made any reference to our upcoming nuptials, particularly while we’re being intimate she loses her mind. She bites her lip and nods her head up and down.