Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“I am.” I cock my head to the side. “Are you?”
He sighs a little as he rubs the back of his neck. “What if she thinks it’s not the right time?”
“Do you think it’s the wrong time?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, I continue. “Do you think more time would really impact your answer?”
“Not mine, no. I’m sure of what I want. I just don’t know about her.”
I shrug. “The worse she can say is no, but I don’t think she will,” I say.
“Ta-da!”
Tristan and I look toward the doorway of the dining room to see Cleo dressed in a lavender lingerie set. My body wants to skip the rest of dinner as well as our surprise just so we can get her back to the bedroom and make her scream. But this is important, something that she deserves. Something we all deserve.
“The way you both are about to drool on yourselves tells me that you like it,” she teases with a cheeky grin.
“I definitely like it,” Tristan murmurs and licks his lips.
“I second that,” I say. “I almost want to postpone our surprise so we can have you for dessert first.”
I reach for her, but she smirks at me, shaking her head. “Surprise first, dessert later.” She clasps her hands together and grins at us. “Let me guess—cute little matching g-stings and cowboy hats?”
“The fuck?” Tristan says before he bursts out laughing.
“What kind of kinky shit do you have going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Trust me, I plan on telling you all the ideas I have for you soon enough. Now, what’s my surprise? I’m dying of suspense!”
I go into the kitchen and open the toaster oven, pulling out the cupcake I hid in it. I release a deep breath and brace myself before I go back to the dining room. Tristan is standing next to Cleo now, smiling, when he sees me approaching. Cleo laughs when she sees the cupcake.
“The surprise is literally dessert?” Her smile falters a bit when she notices the ring once she takes the small plate from my hands. “What…is this?”
“You make us the happiest men on Earth every day that you’re with us, and we love the hell out of you,” Tristan starts. “So, we wanted to make things a little more…official, if you will.”
“Official how?”
She squeals in excitement when Tristan and I both get down on one knee in front of her. “Will you let us make you happy for the rest of our days? Will you marry us?”
“Yes! Oh my god, yes!” she shrieks. She hugs us both tightly as tears of joy roll down her face. “I love you guys so much.”
“I love you, too, babe,” I tell her, kissing her cheek.
“And I love you just as much, beautiful,” Tristan says.
I clean the icing off the ring and slide it onto her finger, kissing the back of her hand. “It looks even more beautiful on your finger.”
“It’s so perfect.” She smiles up at us. “Thank you so much.” She looks at the ring in awe and laughs. “Now my surprise feels so lame compared to this.”
“Oh, trust me, there’s nothing lame about it,” Tristan says, hunger flaring in his irises. “In fact, I’m sure there are better things I can be doing with my mouth other than standing here talking.”
“You got that right,” I say with a grin.
Cleo giggles when Tristan picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder, a moan slipping from her lips when he slaps her on the ass.
“Hold on a second,” I say. I move to stand in front of Tristan, who’s eyeing me curiously. I reach up and move Cleo’s panties to the side, using my tongue to part her lips and tease her clit. It doesn’t take long before she’s wet, the taste of her making my cock rock hard.
Tristan growls and takes a step back, disconnecting my mouth from her pussy. “Don’t be greedy,” he fusses at me.
Cleo lets out a breathy giggle. “No need to fight. We have all night,” she says.
“Correction—we have forever,” I state.
“Damn right,” Tristan agrees.
“Well, why are we still standing here, then? Take me to bed and fuck me already,” she says, giving Tristan a playful slap on the ass.
Tristan carries her into the bedroom and playfully tosses her onto the bed. “As sexy as that looks on you, I like it better when you’re naked,” he says as he pulls his shirt from over his head. She removes the bra and tosses it aside before sliding her panties down her legs. I lick my lips when she spreads her legs and reaches down to rub her clit.
She’s so damn beautiful. And she’s finally all ours. After years of being apart, she’s finally at home in our arms where she’s always belonged.
Forever.