“Thank you. I love you guys,” Maize tells them before hanging up. “Wow, we get to sleep in tomorrow? When’s the last time that’s ever happened?” she teases.

“Oh, don’t be getting any ideas, future Mrs. Fox…” I pull her into my arms. “There’ll be minimal sleeping happening tonight.”

“Hmm…Mrs. Fox,” she tries it out. “Or you could take my last name and be Gavin Bishop.” She quirks a brow. “Or we could hyphenate?”

“Not to sound biblical, but my wife is taking my name. If you wanna hyphenate, that’s fine, but Maize Fox sounds sexy.” I squeeze her harder.

“Okay, Mr. Arrogant.” She rolls her eyes but laughs. “Bishop-Fox would be a mouthful.”

“It would. Plus…” I lower my lips to her ear. “I can think of other things to fill that mouth of yours.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Maize’s lips crash against mine. “Naked now, cake later.”

“Fuck yes,” I growl, scooping her into my arms and carrying her to my room.

“In my bed, tangled in my sheets, naked underneath me…” I whisper against her mouth.

“Forever,” she says in return.

We rush to strip off our clothes and jump under the covers. My cock is so hard, but I need to taste her first. I slide between her thighs as they wrap around my shoulders, giving me full access to her sweet pussy. She fists her fingers in my hair, which I love, and I suck her throbbing clit between my lips.

“Yes, right there,” she hums, tilting up her hips.

The best part about being in love with someone is how much better the sex is. When those feelings started to surface with Maize, I knew what we shared was special. I didn’t want to acknowledge the void I felt before I retired, but it started to fill again when Maize entered my life. She’s the woman I’m meant to be with.

I make love to my fiancée all night long. From the bed to the shower to the kitchen, and when we finally make it back to bed again, we pass out in each other’s arms. Everything’s perfect, and if someone had told me a year ago that I would be engaged to Maize, I wouldn’t have believed it.

Goes to show what can happen when you don’t give up and keep fighting for the one you love. It’s even sweeter when the feelings are mutual, and her stubborn ass finally admits she wants to wrangle you in.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Epilogue

GAVIN

ONE YEAR LATER

“Did you turn on the heat?” Maize calls from the kitchen as I take care of our laundry in the living room.

“No,” I answer with a chuckle.

I’m folding clothes while watching the football game, but Maize’s hot flashes have me cracking up, especially in the middle of November.