“I’m great. Fuck me, babe.” Wrapping his arms around my neck, he pulled me close and captured me in hungry kisses, his lips warm and yielding against mine, his tongue slipping inside me.
I found a slow rhythm, rocking my hips and gliding inside him, sensation building and waning. Slanting my mouth over his, I moaned and gripped his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck. Faster, babe. Need it. Need you.” With a groan, he writhed below me and came back in for a fresh round of urgent kisses.
Quickening my pace, I thrust inside him, sensation heightening as pulses shot up my spine. My balls grew heavy, and I teetered on the edge. “Gonna come.” I nibbled his chin and pistoned my hips, rocking us both on his bed.
“Come for me, babe. I want to see it.” He reached between us and fisted his cock, his jaw dropping.
As waves of orgasm rolled through my body, I fixated on him, watching his pupils blow wide and his face tense while he moaned. His hole clenched my spurting dick in spasms, and hot cum sprayed my chest. I gasped and shuddered as shockwaves spread through my body, curling my toes and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
As it quieted, I fell on him, burying my face in his neck. If I were lucky, I’d spend the rest of my life loving him like this. “Love you.” My voice cracked as my eyes stung. He moved me like no one else.
Wrapping his arms and legs around me, he said, “Love you too, babe. You have no idea how much.”
“Oh, I think I do.” With a sniffle, I lifted my head and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips. “Clean up and cuddle?” Spooning him all night was almost as satisfying as fucking him.
“Of course.” He gave me a warm smile.
Christmas Day had arrived,and we’d eaten a ton of ham, mashed potatoes with gravy and green bean casserole. Cooking the meal alongside Janice had been a treat. Christmas with my parents had always been a catered event. Maybe I could learn enough to recreate her recipes for Malik if our schedules ever meant we had to spend Christmas without them.
After our meal, Marc and Malik washed dishes while I shared wine with Janice while sitting on the main room sofas. Malik was lucky to have such an amazing mother.
“Time for presents.” Janice slapped the arm of the couch and stood. “Marc.” She gave him a knowing look.
“What? Oh.” He glanced at Malik and set a plate in the dishwasher. Pushing Malik’s shoulder, he said, “Let me finish this while you help them sort the presents.”
“Landon!” Janice called out and knelt at the tree.
“Yeah?” Landon emerged from the hallway and his eyes lit. “Presents time?” With a bounce in his step, he waltzed toward the tree and hunkered down next to Janice.
“Now wait a minute. This one has to go last. Right, Grey?” She passed my gift for Malik to me.
“Or first. Either way is fine with me.” I peeked at Malik, striding toward me. If Malik opened my present first, then I’d have my answer, and I wouldn’t be nervous through the entire present exchange. “Actually, let’s do this first.”
“Okay.” Janice stood and brushed her hands down her legging-covered thighs. “Marc?” She motioned to him.
“Yes, dear, I’ve got it.” Rolling his eyes, Marc stealthily removed the bottle of champagne from the refrigerator.
Halting in the center of the room, Malik glanced at his father and then peered at me. “What’s going on?”
“Just stand there a minute, babe.” Holding my breath, I stepped to him with the box, wrapped in Christmas tree paper and a bow. “I, uh, need to give you your present first.” My pulse drummed through my body, and my mouth went dry. Holy fuck, I was really doing this? Would he say yes? What if he said no? What if he said it was too soon? We were just turning twenty-three. This was crazy?—
“What is it?” Malik grabbed the present from me, his eyes twinkling. “What have you done, Grey? You’re supposed to save your money for training.” He ripped the bow and paper off and stared at the obvious jewelry box. “Okay, um…” As his brows ticked, he opened the box and his eyes grew wide. “Grey, what is this?”
Stepping closer to him, I snatched his gold ring from the box, fell onto one knee and said, “Malik, you’re the only love I’ve ever had. The only one I will ever have. Will you marry me?” My eyes pricked and my vision blurred. Fucking hell, not now, emotions. “It, it doesn’t have to be right away.”
He stared at me for a beat, then a broad smile swept across his face. “Hell yes, I’ll marry you. Every damn day and every time, I’d marry you if it meant I could spend my life with you, and I’d have you all to myself.” Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me up. “Sound familiar?” He smirked.
“Yeah, it’s like what I told you when you asked me to sell my car.” As emotion burst in my heart, I slipped the ring on his finger and then hooked my arms around him, lifting him off the floor and spinning him around.
Everyone clapped, and Landon blew a loud whistle.
Marc popped the cork off the champagne and poured glasses. “What a day. My son is marrying his best friend, and I couldn’t be prouder or happier.”
As I set Malik down, his mother and brother joined us in a group hug with Janice saying, “I love you both so much.”
“And I get a new brother. Maybe even a better one.” With a chuckle, Landon patted me on the back.