Chapter 71

My heart flipped, flopped, and spun in circles. Immediately, my hand flew up and rested against my chest, as if to contain it. Rapid beats drummed against my palm. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy shit! Staring down into Luke's desperate eyes, my breath became audible through my lips. Was this real? Was this true? Was I fucking dreaming?! I doubted it. My imagination couldn't create something this beautiful and vivid. No, somehow, this was real! This man... he wanted to marry me. He said those words. He asked me that incredible and life changing question.

Seeing the love, letting his question infect my mind, tears immediately reached my sight. Blinking, not allowing the sight of him to blur, my throat grew thick. Was he doing this because he knew this could be it for us? Was he doing this because it was the right time? Those questions did race through my head, but so did plenty of other things. Other thoughts that destroyed those questions. Not an ounce of doubt reached me, only absolute shock and pleasure. Pleasure and happiness I've never felt on this level before. My breath turned louder and uneven. Staring down into his eyes, completely overwhelmed, more tears reached my eyes.

As for Luke, his pale expression turned desperate. His eyes grew, his lips working hard like mine to catch his breath. Horror crossed him. With each passing second, the light in his face fell. Blinking, swallowing, his hand lowered. The man was taking my tears in the wrong way. He spoke in a dry voice. "I-I'm so sorry if you aren't ready, I didn't mean to upset you. I was so scared, and I knew this..." he swallowed and looked down in pain.

The horror on his face hit me and how my stupid ass was taking too long. I was just so blown away and shocked. Shaking my head fast, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Grasping the sides of his head, I pressed against him and kissed him. "Yes, yes, yes, I'll marry you!" I whimpered against his lips, leaning back and taking in his face with wide eyes. "I'll marry you, I'll marry you, Luke!" I cried with a big smile.

His lungs unnaturally filtered in a hard breath, brows raising in realization of what I just said. Fear in his green gaze leaving, what took its place was overwhelming relief that made my insides twirl. The moonlight showed increasing emotion in his eyes, emotions mirroring mine. He exclaimed with a loud breath, a white grin finding a home on his lips.

Dazed, he glanced to the ring he was holding between us. With his free hand, he grasped my wrist so he could slide the ring on. Because his hands were shaking though, he was unsuccessful. I chuckled and grasped his wrist, stilling his hand for him. He managed slipping the gorgeous diamond ring onto my finger. And let me tell you, it sent warm chills up my arms.

Dear god, it was beautiful! Kneeling in front of him, staring down at the ring, tears spilled over. The band was made up of tiny diamonds, leading to the large gem. The big diamond was cut into a perfect circle stone, bordered by smaller diamonds. It was... breathtaking. Thanks to my tears, it made the facets shine even more. However, it wasn't just the beautiful ring that set me off. It was the sight of Luke's warm and strong hand grasping my newly ringed hand.

It activated the floodgates of my happiness to open. Smiling up to him, taking in his sweet and loving eyes, my tears spilled over. For the years leading up to meeting Luke... I was miserable with no reason to consider finding happiness or love. Nobody bothered. When he entered my life... he changed everything. Everything.

After we met, he did everything in his power to give me a better life. He fought for me, went through hell with me, risked his life, and was there for me. Taught me about life while becoming the light in mine. He was my happiness. The guy even endured three years without me and... kept this ring this whole time! Christ, he kept it this whole time! He was that dedicated, loyal, he loved me that much. And honestly, I was just lucky. Who else would risk their life countless times? Who else would be this sweet to me when I didn't deserve it? He did everything in his power to always be there. Make me smile and happy. Make me laugh and support me. He was my world, my everything, and would do everything. I mean... today alone.... If heaven existed, he gave me a piece of it today.

Erupting in teary hiccups, I looked away and cupped my face. Stupid fucking emotions. Crying against my free hand, I felt Luke's arms wrap around me. Holding me in comfort... like he always did. Like he always would.

"What it is?"

"I'm just so happy," I cried, trying to hold it back, but it was difficult. "I'm so happy, I'm so happy. You make me so happy." I shook my head, taking a deep breath and sucking up my cries. Smiling, I lowered my hand and glanced back up to him. "I've never been happy until I found you. You... you do it all for me. Today, you did everything for me...." I bit my big smile. "I can't believe you fucking proposed!"

Smiling sweetly, he cupped my cheeks and wiped away my happy tears. "You are my world and I want to make you happy for the rest of your life. And... you said yes," he chuckled, as if in astonishment. You couldn't blame they guy. Based on the past, I didn't exactly jump to take things to the next level in our relationship. This though... it was different. Instead of being scared, I went with my gut.

The astonishment mixed with adornment in his eyes. Pressing our lips back together, he folded his arms around me. The smiles on our lips were permanent as our lips locked.

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"So... Mr. Fiancé, I have a question," I said from where I was lying beside him. We were in the truck bed, resting on the bed of blankets under us. I held my hand above my face, admiring the beautiful ring. The diamonds captured the moonlight, facets making it glisten and wink. I couldn't stop looking at it. It validated this was real and pumped excitement into my blood.

"What's your question, Ms. Fiancé?"

I smirked. "Was my ring more expensive than Clare's?"

When I eventually let my arm fall to the blankets and glanced over, he was staring at me with raised brows and amusement, surprised I had the balls to ask. "Why?"

"Just wondering who you loved more is all."

Cracking up with laughter, he rolled onto his side. "Yes, because obviously, the cost of an engagement ring correlates to how much you love that person."

"Exactly, now answer the question, Mr. Fiancé." Mirroring him, I leaned up on my side and faced him full on. Propping my head up with my bent arm, our eyes locked. We became swallowed in a playful stand-off stare, our smirks growing.

Finally, he leaned forward and brushed our noses together. "Your ring was more."

"Now is that the truth or are you just kissing ass?" I teased.

"Both," he scoffed. "Ms. Fiancé."

Searching his teasing and electrifying gaze, a warm breeze sifted over us. Swirling the lightheartedness and love around us. "Good," I whispered with a smile, leaning in and pecking his lips. Over and over between our soft laughter. Then, our small kisses started growing longer... until one kiss stuck. He grasped the back of my head to keep our smiles pressed together.

Laying on our sides, our playful pecks now one long smooth kiss, I pressed against him. Noses brushing and breathing in the night air against each other, I parted my smiling lips for him. He felt... so amazing and mine. Our playful energy was charging the air around us. Building our connection and contact. The bubble of lightness we existed within grew heated.

Encouraged by my parting smile, his lips drove deeper against mine. Guiding them softly and passionately, he enticed my heart to sprout past its normal boundaries. Luke always seemed to have that effect on me. He made me vulnerable – and my ass didn't make that a mystery. Moaning softly, cupping his cheek delicately, I allowed him to capture me from behind my eyelids. I was falling into a pool of sensations.

His hand cupping the back of my head spread to trap my hair between his fingers. The man's chest against mine was warm, welcoming, and... everything good in the world. Fuck, for how consuming and loving our lips were, I was convinced he was the world. The playful and loving sensations under my skin grew. Slipping my hand from his cheek, I gripped his back and pulled. Pulled his body forward against mine, leaning back until I was flat against the covers again.

Forcing him on top of me, we chuckled against each other's lips. Resting an arm against the covers to ease some of his weight from me, his other cupped the back of my neck. Since my other arm was no longer pinned under my side, I slide them both around his neck. Getting completely lost in him and his magical mouth over mine.

It has been too long since I've been able to get this intimate with him. And it was attacking my heart in more ways than I understood. He was all I desired and could dream of. He was here, over me - and so was my hand on his back, sporting a new diamond ring symbolizing our future. He mentally and physically dominated my headspace to the point where all that mattered in the universe was him. There was nothing but him and this moment. Well, sure, the crickets chirped, the fresh night air tickled us, but it only added to everything. It was the man I wanted forever who stole the show.

Softly breaking away from my lips, he searched my eyes with adoration and intimacy. Brows furrowed with emotion and matched the creases on his forehead. "I can't wait to call you my wife," he whispered.

His gentle whisper inches from my lips coaxed my breath to hitch. I didn't think he could stun me anymore, but he did. The concept of marriage filled us with an excitement we wanted to dissect. Become lost and swallowed in. It's why his words turned my insides to jelly. "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."

When Luke suddenly swept me back into a passionate kiss, we both became more eager. Desires hiked and we turned needy. Allowing me to take more of his weight, he slid his hand from the covers and gripped my bare leg beside him. Then, he wrapped it around his injured one. It made him grunt in pain for a second, but he didn't care. He wanted me wrapped up against him and I wouldn't protest. Especially when his hand remained. Fingers running up and down my leg around him, pushing my dress up slightly in the process, we delved deeper.

His tongue slipped past my lips, making it impossible to contain our growing urges. Our hands started going everywhere. Running my fingers in his hair, along his head, down his strong back and sides, holding him tighter to my lips.... He felt unbelievable. Tightening my leg, I was drowning in his sparking touch. How his hand slid up further and gripped my exposed bare thigh; his other hand wrapped in my hair against the blanket. Good fucking god, we were losing control, the cravings were building, and we welcomed it! I needed it, I needed him, loved him.

Digging my hands between our clinging bodies, I hooked the bottom of his shirt. Whipping it off over his head, taking a fast breath, I threw it aside and continued our longing loving kiss. This time, against his warm bare torso. Yes, be jealous because running my fingers over his bare skin felt wonderful. However, it only made me want more. Blame the man's body and loving lips, but I couldn't stop myself from wedging one of my frantic hands down between us. Extending lower between us for better access his groin.

He moaned, leaning up and breaking our heated and heavy kiss. The moonlight highlighted his bare strong arms and chest. Gasping, he stared down at me with wild hot eyes. "Albany, this... this is illegal." Hand leaving my hair, he ran his palm up and down my body, stopping to squeeze my breast through my dress. "We're in public."

Hello, Mr. Moral Man. Was wondering if you would show up. Honestly though, I didn't think this admirable side of him would be much of a threat. "Yet, you are still touching me," I breathed with a smile.

"Because I don't think I can stop. I don't want to stop," he smiled.

"Then don't," I whispered, running a hand up and down his bare skin. My other cupped his growing erection between us through his shorts. Body shivering, it was clear we were both experiencing a high level of urges. The pleasure, sweetness, and carefreeness was growing on his face. He was solid with his morality, but it was clear he wouldn't feel bad about doing this. Especially because there was nobody around and he wanted me right now – badly. Could you blame him? Obviously, I was one fine piece of ass, ladies and gents.

"Such a bad influence," he moaned with a light chuckle. Closing his eyes at my touch and leaning back down, he claimed me. Kissing me deeply again. The only difference was the hardness straining between us, coaxing my lower half to become as aroused.

We continued kissing, touching, displaying our immense love for each other. Then, Luke slowly eased my dress up and off my body. Left in a bra and underwear, my skin was exposed to the elements. The gentle breeze didn't bother me though. His warm chest and stomach against mine was all I needed. And, just to make sure we didn't catch a cold, we removed Luke's khaki shorts too. After all, we were in the middle of the woods and this was a survival situation. We needed to stay warm. That being said... between our passionate kisses and caresses... we eventually removed the rest of our clothes.

"You are so beautiful." Folding a strong arm around my back against the blankets, he held me tight against him. His other hand... pressed his dick against my opening. Slowly pushing forward, the pressure began—

"Ahhhh, oh my god," I whimpered, holding him tight. Tucking my head into the crook of his neck, moaning, I stared mindlessly up to the sky. He was sinking slowly into me, the pressure and thickness sending waves of electricity through my veins. I missed him, missed this, missed feeling him inside me and getting swept away by him.

Naked against the blankets, the man over me started to move his hips. Easing in and out, he went deeper with each thrust. Gripping his warm strong back, I instinctively arched my body against his. "Luke," I moaned.

Groaning against my ear, he whispered, "Say you'll marry me again."

Heart leaping, I tilted back to stare into his eyes. Pressed tight against his chest, I rolled my hips to match his. "I'll marry you. I'll marry you. I'm going to marry you."

Fingers sprawling across my back, his eyes filled to the brim with emotion. His lips dropped down to mine, thrusting his hard cock slowly deeper. It took the pleasure-level to a new high, forcing myself to muffle a loud grunt against his lips. The lips of a man I would marry. An extra shock wave crashed into me as I mentally replayed our words we just exchanged. The reminder of our future made my body anxious and tingle for more.

We picked up a rhythm, nerves dancing in response. My mind turned to mush. Making sure to not add any pressure on his bad leg, Luke continued passionately thrusting over me. Bucking my hips with his, working with his body, our hot bodies slid in sync against the blankets. Getting lost in each other and the longing kiss we shared. The truck under us started to rock with our movements.

Gripping his back, I broke our locked lips for a second. Breathing hard, moaning, I rolled my hips and allowed him to go deeper. "I don't want you to wait. Call me your wife."

He released a husky groan against my lips. Love flooded his wide eyes over mine as we rocked. "You're my wife, Albany. My beautiful wife," he breathed in a high voice. His lips tilted down and kissed my neck. Nipping my skin and meeting our thrusts, his arm around my back tightened.

I arched my head back against the blankets, eyes shutting. The pleasure was overwhelming. Since my eyes were closed, it added more power to the sensations. Our groans, the crickets, the truck bed creaking filled my ears. The sounds influenced the growing desire between my legs. I panted from under him, my body rocking harder with him.

The feeling was taking him over too. After he kissed and sucked my neck, down to my chest, he returned to my lips and began thrusting harder. Between our hasty lips, our moans were getting louder. He passionately rocked my whole body and I encouraged it, holding him tight and meeting his thrusts as we gradually slid along the blankets.

The wave of pleasure we hit each other with knocked the breath out of us. We were forced to break the kiss, lungs demanding air. Jolting with each other, our grunting lips brushed together with every thrust. Staring up into his eyes an inch above mine, I couldn't look away. They consumed me emotionally. His sweet, loving gaze... buried into my soul.

My hold on his back disappeared. Instead, I cupped both his cheeks, keeping steady eye contact as we bucked and jolted over the blankets. "I love you," I whispered on his lips, heart bursting at the seams. The amount of feeling, emotional and physical, was going to make me explode. His warm strong body, raw eyes, beautiful mind, safe arms, and everything that encompassed this man as a person.... I loved him beyond what I thought possible. I never knew I was capable of loving someone to this extent, but Luke made it easy. He made it so easy to want to give him my entire heart and the rest of my life.

The moonlight lit a spark in his gaze. Brows raising at my words, he cupped the side of my face. "I am so in love with you."

Our words, thrusts, kisses, contact, everything... was building under our skin. We continued, thriving in the incredible sensations purely from each other. The truck creaked more frequently, creating music with our now faster moans. Then, we reached that euphoric state. My body shook, bucked, and I threw my head back and buried my hair into the blankets. I whimpered and moaned over the sensations that took full control of my body. Hearing me, feeling me pulse and finish, he immediately pulled out and came too. And before you guys even start, don't worry. He shot away from the danger zone.

Then, using his good knee, he sagged off me. Breathing hard with me, propped up beside me, we took in each other. He was quite the sight. Face slightly sweaty, completely bare, I was mesmerized. A soft breeze blew his hair back while mine was trapped under me. "Someone's got balls," I said.

He glanced down towards his magical equipment. "No, what makes you say that?"

"You know what I mean, police officer," I said, gesturing around us to the truck and the open grassy field we were parked in.

He caressed my face. "The fact that we're in the middle of nowhere, haven't seen anyone for miles... I think I can let this one slide. If it happens again, I may have to arrest you though."

"Arrest me?"

Reaching down to my chest, he started outlining my necklace with a finger. His eyes flicked between mine and the charm, lips spreading into a wide grin. "The law was broken because of you. There isn't an ounce of guilt in me because you seduced me."

Well, I wouldn't be shocked if he convinced himself of that to feel better. "Hey, I'll take the blame. I'm the cool badass one of the relationship, remember?"

Soon after our banter, we cleaned up and put out clothes back on. Packing up the blankets and helping Luke out of the truck bed, our lightness and teasing continued. The night wasn't over yet. Having sex in the back of the pickup truck was only the start of our celebration.

When we pulled up to our cabin, the excitement from earlier rushed me. Let me tell you, when we went inside earlier and unpacked, the interior blew my mind. Walking in again and flicking the lights on, the effect didn't wear off.

The cabin was small and cozy. Wood paneling covered the walls. There was a little kitchen area hugging the corner to the left when we first walked in. A fridge, a stove, and cute white cabinets. To the right was a nice queen-sized bed with a colorful peach, brown, and blue quilt. A few feet away from the foot of the bed was a jacuzzi in the back-right corner. If you thought it couldn't get any better, you were wrong. Across from the door was a fireplace with a TV mounted above it, angled towards the bed and jacuzzi.

It was sweet, homey, and perfect. Little decorations were on side tables and some hung from the walls, representing anything to do with the outdoors. Kicking off my flats, I walked onto the soft white carpet and twirled around to Luke. "Is it time to continue the party?" I asked, raising the fragile bag of wine bottles in my hand.

"You know it," he said, kicking off his shoes with a carefree smile.

Half an hour later, his carefreeness only grew. We were lounged in the jacuzzi, sipping our wine from the glasses provided by the kitchen. Luke was relaxing against the tub, his arm draped around my shoulders from where I was lounged next to him. The jets spurted against our bare backs, massaging our skin in the warm water. My hair was tied up in a loose bun, but some loose strands danced in the swirling hot water.

From where my head rested against his arm, I tilted it up towards him and smiled. "Unless we planned on getting hitched tonight, I'm assuming the proposal was the special occasion we bought the wine for," I said, taking a sip of the wine.

His lips slowly grew to reflect mine. "Yes, the special occasion was for us becoming engaged. Or at least hoping to god we would be," he said, clanking his wine glass against mine.

Taking another sip with him, I arched a brow. "Well, if I had said no, the wine would have still come in handy."

"Don't worry, that crossed my mind," he scoffed, setting his glass on the side of the tub.

As the water bubbled against our skin, I searched his face with curiosity. "You didn't think I would say yes, did you?"

Releasing a throaty chuckle, he softly cupped my chin. His fingers were still cool from the wineglass. "Honestly, I had no idea what you were going to say. All I knew was I wanted to propose and was scared out of my mind."

After the shock of the proposal simmered, thoughts started to flood my mind. Not doubts, nothing like that. It was questions, wonders, and some worries. Though we didn't want to face our current life issues, his proposal did come at a very interesting time. "I can't help but wonder... if you proposed for the right reasons. You admitted you rushed into your last marriage."

Years back, Luke admitted something quite personal. Though he claimed he was sure he would marry Clare someday, he did it intentionally fast because his grandma was sick. She wanted to see one of her grandkids married before she died. Though circumstances were different, it did make me wonder if he was rushing into things.

There was no confusion in his face. Just a knowing glint and amusement. Thumb strumming against my chin, the corner of his lips tilted up. His voice reached mine in a whisper over the rumbling jacuzzi jets. "I proposed because I want to marry you. And unlike her, we don't have to rush to get married. We can enjoy this. If we get married in two years or ten, I don't care. I just wanted to take this step with you."

His words lifted my spirits and diminished my worries. Biting my lip, searching his green eyes, I whispered back in a light tone. "What if... I want to get married right now?"

"Right now? Since when were you comfortable taking our relationship this quickly?" he smirked.

Despite our flirty exchange, and throwing some playful attitude his way, I meant my next words. "Since I realized I wanted to be with you forever. So, you can be shocked I said yes. You can be shocked I want to get married right now, in this hot tub completely naked. But copper, all I know is I want to be there, by your side, for everything."

Snickering, he took my wine and set it next to his glass. Then, his arm around my shoulders guided me onto his lap. Staring up at my face with teasing eyes, his fingers on my chin continued stroking. "You want to get married this very second? Naked and in a jacuzzi?"

Legs draped across his thighs, I lifted my arm from the water and draped it around his neck. "You got a problem with that?"

"No, but I figured you would. Getting married now with no huge cake, no wedding ring, no music or food.... If I didn't know any better, it sounds like you aren't in it for the money."

"Oh, I'm marrying you for the money, don't worry," I said, raising my other hand from the water. With the tips of my fingers, I gently traced the side of his face. "I'm just saying. We get hitched right now in this jacuzzi without a fancy wedding, that's more money we can put towards me and my needs later."

"I see," he snorted, hand on my chin sliding back. He cupped the damp hair just below my bun. "What are you going to do when I'm broke three years into our marriage?"

"What do you think? I'm going to leave your ass," I said, stifling a chuckle.

Luke couldn't hold back his laughter though. The lovely low sound bitch-slapped my heart into picking up in pace. The sight of him contributed too. Searching my eyes with overwhelming love and playfulness, he shook his head. Craning his neck up, his hand on my back in the water pulled me in until our lips connected. Our loving and smiling kiss lasted for a few seconds before our lips untwisted.

"Jokes on you. I'm not ordained. So, we're going to have to wait," he said with warm eyes.

"I guess waiting a few years won't kill me," I whispered, returning the warmth his gaze sent mine. "I want to enjoy every minute of being engaged to you, Mr. Fiancé. However, let it be known, we're getting married naked."

"If you say so," he chuckled, pecking my lips again. Then, mid-kiss, he dropped his arms. Unexpectedly, his hands dug to my sides and he started tickling me under the water. Yes, tickling me, and he didn't stop. He was just asking for trouble now.

"Ah, oh my god," I squealed in a high voice, jerking my body and limbs, making the water splash. Before I could scramble away and off his lap, he grabbed me and continued tickling me. "Luke, Luke, I'm going to beat your ass," I laughed hysterically, swatting a handful of water into his face as I tried breaking away.

"Good luck," he chuckled.

Our limbs flew all over in this fun moment. Mine to get away, his to keep me close and tickle me. With each movement, we got more and more wet (that's what she said). Maneuvering to try to break away only resulted in me half dunking the back of my head. I didn't stop jerking and jolting against him though. The bitch wasn't going to win.

"Stop struggling, you're hurting my leg," he said, despite his clearly giddy voice. He finally trapped his steel arm fully around my stomach and there was no getting out. My back was trapped against his chest. Tickling me with his other hand that didn't let up, I bucked against him. Our laughter filled the air.

"I am not hurting you, it doesn't hurt in the water, you said so fucking liar," I belted out through a breath of chuckles. "I can make it hurt though, I'll knock my leg against it," I threatened. After all, my legs were now stretched out over his in the water.

Before I could though, Luke didn't doubt my words. That didn't mean he stopped. "I don't think so," he said, rising from where he was laying back against the tub. Still holding my back against his warm wet chest, he kneeled up in the water. Automatically with his hold, my knees folded as well against the bottom of the tub. My threat no longer had any weight.

Yes, talk about bullshit. On our knees, with the water against my stomach, Luke's arm still enclosed my back to his chest. Holding me tight as his other hand tortured me with tickling sensations.

"Luke," I warned, laughing as I struggled against him. All I managed doing with his strong arm around me was to slide down slightly, my hair sticking against his chest. Even still, I couldn't escape. "I'll spank you," I said, swinging an arm behind us and slapping his ass. Over and over in the water, making it splash, until he stopped, laughing as hard as me.

Kneeling against me, with his arm still around me, his other sagged to the water. Now that I wasn't forced to struggle against him, I could feel his body more. Could feel he leaned most of his weight onto his good leg. "You know..." I said, staring down at his arm against my bare skin with a grin. "I might not be able to hurt your leg directly... but I am in reach of the plug and can drain this tub. Kneeling won't feel as good without the water," I said nonchalantly.

There was no answer from behind me for a second, making me think I could at least have some form of victory. Then, Luke simply moved his arm around my stomach to also trap and contain my arms.

"How about now?"

"You know what. I might not be able to hurt your leg right now. But you better sleep with one eye open, Mr. Fiancé."

He chuckled against my hair. Wet and bare body pressing into my back, he leaned forward until his lips pressed against my ear. "Well noted... Mrs. Prenta," he whispered.

The intimacy in his tone and those words... fuck. My breath hitched. Shivers ran through my body and took me over. The sensations doubled as Luke readjusted his hands. Specifically, to rub my breasts with his strong palms.

I craned my head back, peering over my shoulder to him. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

Luke's green globes were sweet and warm, just like his body and the water around us. His chest against my back moved slightly faster. "Your hair isn't blonde anymore, what do you want me to say?" he teased, sliding his hips up against mine in the water.

I rolled my eyes and bit my bottom lip. Why did he have to be perfect and feel so amazing? "I want you to say you will get a condom since we have access to them now. They should be in my bag."

"Already taken care of," he said, withdrawing a hand from my chest. Continuing to watch him behind me, he grabbed a sealed condom. It was already sitting on the ledge of the jacuzzi.

"Oh my god," I grinned, catching his playful eyes after he ripped it open. "You knew you were going to have sex with me in here, you whore."

Fiddling the condom on, he pressed flat against my back again. Rubbing his body against mine, the teasing air around us grew. "Am I the only whore if I already knew it was going to happen?" he said, making me laugh.

This sweet, romantic, goofball of a man... Was there anyone better? As I faced forward again, rubbing back against him, I couldn't erase the small smile from my face. There was nobody better. There was no doubt. His growing package pressing against me sure helped validate it too. Joking aside, I was truly more blessed than I deserved. This day was beautiful and we were going to end it beautifully.

Upon fooling around for a little bit, Luke eventually slipped himself inside me. From where we were kneeling in the swirling water, Luke took me from behind. All the while holding me against his chest. He kissed the back of my neck, shoulder, and he even tilted my head to the side and back to access my lips.

"Albany," he moaned, running his wet hands across my chest and stomach. Chin resting on my shoulder, he continued pumping into me. Causing the water to splash against the sides and our bodies.

Moaning, I ran my fingers through his hair behind us, arching back against him as we moved. "Happy special occasion, baby."

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Hopefully, I didn't over do it with all the romance, playful banter, and everything else.  For this being their special day and time away though, it seemed about right for them to be caught up in each other to this extent - and especially after a proposal :)

Anyway, please let me know what you guys thought! Considering Albany said yes, I think I deserve some input, right? haha :P