She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, feel the tension in his trembling muscles as he held himself back from rutting into her like she knew his instincts demanded.

She gave him the only answer possible. “Yes,” she whispered, closing around his thick shaft as she said it. “Yes, Brick.”

He groaned and pulled out before sinking back into her. “Mine,” he whispered as he lunged into her. “My wife.”

“Yes, Brick!” She dug her nails into his shoulder, trying to hold him closer to her. “Yours.”

“Can’t hold back,” he whispered.

“Don’t, Brick. Don’t hold back.”

His body became a machine that pistoned into her, rocking her into a state of arousal so consuming she didn’t think she’d survive the finale.

“Can’t stop,” he groaned against her neck. “Need you.”

She held on tight, and as he powered into her body, she prepared for the detonation. They were so close. So in tune. They could have missed out on this. But they’d found their way to each other.

His grunts, timed with each thrust, told her he was close. And God, so was she.

“Brick. Now! Please!”

He surged into her and held, angling her hips higher. She came apart around him just as she felt him tense. His entire body froze like granite as his release erupted inside her. The heat of it dazzled her. Their orgasms mixing like colors on a palette creating something new and wonderful.

She felt his feet digging into the mattress as he bucked and thrust erratically, trying to ride out both their orgasms.

“My Remi.” He said the words over and over again, continuing to thrust gently long after the aftershocks faded. Neither of them ready for it to end.

Long minutes later, Remi tore her gaze away from the ring on her finger. The stones were a delightful surprise. Tiny inset sapphires and fiery rubies glimmered around the diamond in the center.

“Brick?”

“Mmph?” He lifted his face out of the pillow and eyed her with a sleepy-eyed possessiveness.

“How are we supposed to tell our kids how you proposed?”

He gave her a devilish grin.

“I’ll ask you again when we’re fully clothed. This one was just for us.”

She sighed. “God, I love you.”

“You better. Because I distinctly remember telling you not to leave this house.” He gripped the curve of her ass just above a nasty bruise.

“You can’t seriously be ready for another round yet,” she said with a laugh. “Where does your testosterone come from? An invisible IV?”

He pinched her skin. “We’ll go to your parents. Eat. Tell everyone a G-rated version of the good news. And then when we come back, I’m going to make you apologize.”

“You dirty, dirty man.” She rolled over him and peppered his face with kisses.

“I’m all yours, Remington. For better or worse.”

“I think we just lived through the worse. Let’s go enjoy the better.”

Epilogue

Two months later

Brick frowned down at the planks of the side porch, wondering if he was wearing the paint off them.