by Haley Travis
“Yes,” I choked, feeling him pressing every single button, brushing against every nerve.
I was panting and moaning too much to kiss him, as his lips brushed my ear. “I love you,
baby. Let me feel you. Let me feel you come all over my cock. Let me feel you explode all
around me.”
He certainly knew precisely how to throw gasoline on a fire.
My scream probably echoed all the way down the beach through the open window. “Harder,
harder,” I rasped, feeling his fingers dig into my ass as he thrust up into me. I came so hard the world went dark and blurry for a few seconds, while a flash of heat seared through
every single nerve.
Mitch seemed to be able to feel the pressure, his deep groan shaking both of us. “That’s it,
baby.”
His strokes became quick and jerky, then I squealed as I felt liquid heat inside me. It was so bizarrely satisfying that it extended my climax until I collapsed against his chest, breathless and weak.
His hands stroked my back gently. “Becca, sweetie, how do you feel?” he asked softly.
Pushing myself up to look into his eyes, he looked relieved as soon as he registered my
grin. “Amazing. Adrenaline drunk.”
“I guess that’s good enough for now,” he said, gently rolling me so that I was on my back.
He stroked my hair, snuggling me against his shoulder. “I can’t begin to tell you what it
means that you chose me for your first time.” I looked up in surprise: my big tough guy
almost sounded choked up.
“I love you,” I whispered. “Just in case you forgot.”
“I will never forget,” he said, his fingertips stroking the side of my face. “I love you, Becca.”
Lying together naked was quickly becoming one of my favorite things. I was almost drifting
off, when my eyes snapped open as he said, “When we get back to the city, I’d like you to
consider moving in with me as soon as you’re comfortable. Not right away, but whenever
we’ve been dating long enough that you feel relaxed about it. Does that sound good?”
My chin tipped up and down against his skin. “That sounds like a very good idea. I’ll just have to run it past some people first.”
The vibration of his chuckle went straight through my left ear. “Do you need to ask your
brother’s permission? If so, I could have him over for dinner a few times to pave the way
first.”
“No, you’ll have to meet my four girlfriends so that they can ask you a thousand questions.”
“The new boyfriend check . No problem.”
I loved that he was even confident about facing the girls. I knew they would pretend to be
rough and strict with him, but after the meeting they would dissolve into giggles and gush
about how cute we were together.
As I fell asleep in his arms, I realized we really were cute. We were a good team. Not only
did he make me scream, he understood me when I was silent. It was exactly what I had
always been looking for in a man, when I hadn’t realized I’d been looking at all.
EPILOGUE
* Becca *
*** One Year Later ***
The sound system was tuned to soft French jazz. The white wine was out of the fridge and
sitting on the counter so it could warm up just a few degrees. Dinner was almost ready, and
I had tried to clean up my mess as I cooked.
I had asked Mitch what he thought we should do for our one year anniversary, and he made
me promise no gifts, and no fuss. But I thought at the very least it was worth having a nice
dinner.
Sure, we made each other extravagant meals all the time, making up all sorts of special
occasions as an excuse. Our one month anniversary. Our two month anniversary when I
moved in. Our six month anniversary, when we began looking at houses.
Now that we had found and purchased an adorable house just a pinch outside of
downtown, we were anxiously waiting to get the keys in another eight weeks.
Life with Mitch was unbelievably exciting when I wanted it to be, and totally mellow when I
needed that. He understood completely when I needed some alone time to recharge, and
the guest bedroom was now my reading lounge.
As well as his coding, programming, and app development, Mitch had also become a
consultant for a few local small movie companies. I went with him once as he surveyed the
set, pointing out every way a simple stunt could be made to look more dramatic without
compromising safety.
I was glad that I hadn’t known him in that other life. I would have been terrified every day he went to work. Simply doing a little coaching enabled him to remain in the movie world, while
staying completely safe.
“Sweetie, I’m home.” Quickly wiping my hands, I rushed into my gorgeous boyfriend’s arms.
“Hey, dinner smells amazing.”
“Thanks. It just needs to simmer for about ten more minutes.”
“Perfect, come with me.” He took my hand and led me to the front window, looking out over
an absolutely beautiful view of a large park. “In two months, our living room will be
overlooking our own backyard,” he grinned.
I stretched up to kiss him. “I can’t believe we found such a perfect house.”
He looked oddly serious for a moment. “There’s a lot of pressure for people to get things
perfect sometimes.”
I shrugged. “To be honest, I think that the obsession for perfection is a bit unhealthy. How
about just doing things very well? That should be good enough.” I smiled up at him. “But I’m
pretty sure dinner turned out perfectly, so don’t worry.”
His deep chuckle rumbled through the room, then he turned serious again.
“Sweetie, if I took you out to a restaurant for dinner, and while we were there, I left the
table for a moment, and returned by doing a huge stunt fall down the stairs, landing at your feet…would you freak out?”
“Absolutely.” Shaking my head, I tucked into his shoulder tighter. “I would be screaming and
in tears before I remembered that you were a stunt guy and knew how to fall.”
“That’s what I thought. And if you were standing on the beach, and I was driving a jet ski
that headed straight for you, hit the shore, and I leapt off it with an explosion, flipping
through the air and tumbling to your feet, would that freak you out?”
“I would be shaking for days,” I said quickly. “Why are you asking me these crazy things?”
Mitch kissed me gently, then sat me in the large easy chair, holding my hands as he knelt in
front of me. “I kept thinking of all sorts of crazy, extravagant ways I could end up on my
knees in front of you, but I didn’t want to frighten you, or cause any kind of public
spectacle.”
He stared down at where his large hands held mine, taking a breath. As his eyes met mine,
I had to choke back tears as I realized what he meant.
“Becca, I love you. My only goals in life involve making you happy, and making our home
everything you need. I want to be your man forever. Will you marry me?”
I was already nodding, my hair falling into my face, as he reached into his pocket to pull out a little black velvet box. “Yes,” I managed to whisper.
“I haven’t even opened the box yet,” he smiled “We need visual proof of big events, don’t
we?”
Flipping open the box, my eyes darted back and forth between his brilliant smile and the
unbelievable brilliant cut diamond. To each side was a small light blu
e sapphire.
My hand flew to my throat as I squealed, “Did you add the blue to remind me of the
beach?”
“More than that,” he grinned. “Look on the inside.”
My hands were shaking as I picked up the ring and looked inside the band. There was a
wavy line engraved, capturing a row of little speckled stones that were almost too small to
see.
“I gave the jeweler a cup of sand from the exact spot you were standing when I met you,”
he said softly.
For a solid ten seconds, I couldn’t even breathe. “It’s beautiful,” I finally gasped. “I can’t believe you had this made.” As he slipped the ring on my finger, I could barely focus. “Yes,”
I said again.
Mitch leaned in to kiss me, wrapping his thick arms around me as he rocked me gently. “We
can have any kind of wedding you want, sweetie. I know you don’t like being the center of
attention, so we could just have a handful of people at the beach house. We could wait a
while if you want to book somewhere fancy.”
“Let’s do it next month,” I said. “A nice, mellow weekend at the beach house. I’ll design the invitations, Kim and Laura can do the photography, Kate can be in charge of the music, and
Joanna will be in charge of keeping me calm,” I giggled.
“Then what am I supposed to do?” Mitch grinned.
“Social coordinator and bartender.”
“Done.”
He stood up, pulling me to him. “What kind of perfect couple plans their entire wedding in
thirty seconds flat?”
“Stop saying perfect,” I laughed. “That word should be banned from weddings, above all
else.”
“Okay, I’ll just say wonderful.”
As his lips met mine, I was swept away in waves of love, lust, and gratitude. This tough guy
was incredibly sweet, and I was extremely grateful that the very first man I relaxed enough
to let into my world turned out to be absolutely perfect for me.
I mean, wonderful.
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Romance author Haley Travis lives in a charming (old and rundown) little house with an old fashioned (overgrown and crazy) garden and just the right amount of books (six overstuffed shelves, the floor is starting to creak). She enjoys writing quirky, sexy modern romance, and loves creating interesting female characters who are at a turning point in their lives. Women who need a life shake up, not a man. But these things never go as planned, do they?
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