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  The front door slamming drew my attention away from my thoughts and I watched as Brent angrily stormed back into the room.

  “He’s waiting for you,” he said to my mom. “Said he wouldn’t leave until you’re ready to go.”

  Mom nodded and stood up from the couch. “I suppose I’ll go ahead and make my way down before he gets even more upset.” She looked between the two of us a few times before sighing heavily. “I… I can’t get behind this. Not right now. It’s just too strange. But I wish you both the best of luck.”

  “Mom, please-”

  “No sweetie,” she said to me, holding up her hand to cut me off. “Just give me some time to process everything.”

  I could feeling my heart sink to my stomach as she wished us both a good night then left the apartment without so much as a another glance at me. The second the door was fully closed, I buried my face in my hands as sobs began to wrack my body.

  Brent was comforting me within seconds, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my back as he held me against his chest. He didn’t say a word, he just held me until I eventually managed to calm myself down.

  “What are we going to do?” I asked, looking up at him with wide eyes and hoping he’d have the answer like he always did.

  “Your mom will come around. Give her some time,” he murmured as he gently brushed the hair out of my face.

  “What about your dad?”

  Brent’s jaw clenched and I regretted even bringing it up.

  “Fuck him.”

  “Brent, you can’t just-”

  “Yes, I can. He has no right to try and dictate what I do with my personal life. If he refuses to even entertain the idea that what’s going on between us is real, then he can stay the fuck out of my life.”

  While it saddened me to think that I was the reason behind the rift in Brent and Jim’s relationship, I knew it wasn’t just me. Things had been tense between the two for a number of years now, starting right before Brent moved out of the house. All they needed was one good reason for the dam to break, and it looked like this was enough.

  “Stop worrying about it.”

  I sighed. “I’m trying. But this day just sucked all around. I don’t know if I’ll even be able to sleep tonight.”

  Brent’s eyes shifted from concerned to seductive and he leaned down to my ear to whisper, “I can help with that.”

  Despite all the bullshit that happened, a shiver still went up my spine at his whispered promise. I nodded and that was all the confirmation he needed to sweep me off my feet and carry me towards the bedroom.

  He placed me on my feet beside the bed and quickly stripped off my clothes, his hands running appreciatively over my curves with every article of clothing he removed. Once I was bare to his gaze, he gently pushed me back until my knees hit the side of the bed and I willingly sank down onto the mattress and lied down.

  “How do you want it?” he asked, his eyes never leaving my body as he began to remove his own clothes.

  “Make love to me,” I pleadingly whispered as I ran my hands up my stomach and cupped my breasts, knowing how much it drove him wild to watch me touch myself.

  Brent growled and tersely stripped off his uniform before crawling up to position himself between my knees, hovering a few inches over my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to force him closer, but he didn’t budge.

  Instead, he kissed me. It amazed me how different he could be in bed. Sometimes, the sex between us was rough enough to leave me with bruises but he could seemingly flip a switch and make love to me so tenderly that it almost made me cry.

  I loved every second of each of them, but tonight, I needed this side of Brent.

  He lovingly cupped my cheek with his palm as he moved our lips together. I followed his lead, moaning softly against his lips as we made out. Every now and then, Brent would shift around and I could feel the hardness of his cock just barely brush against me even though he was obviously trying to hold himself away.

  But I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran my fingernails lightly down his back, smiling when I felt him shiver, before they came to the top of his ass. I firmly dug my hands into the globes and gripped tightly before yanking him down towards my body. His cock landed right where I wanted, sliding against my wet folds as his body gave way to my forceful tug.

  Brent broke the kiss with a strangled groan then propped himself back up, reaching down to take hold of his cock and guide it to my entrance. He stared into my eyes as he pushed forward, slowly burying his length inside me inch by tortuously slow inch.

  When he finally bottomed out, I shakily let out the breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding as I savored the stretch of having him inside me once again.

  I’ll never get sick of this.

  He kept himself propped up on one elbow as he slowly began to roll his hips and watched my face closely for reactions. He was alarmingly good at judging exactly what I needed just by my expression, even though he loved making me say it to him in vivid detail.

  But not when we did it like this. When Brent made love to me, words were few and far between. The only sounds in the room were our increasingly labored breaths and the slick slide of his cock as it worked in and out of my sex.

  When he increased the speed of his thrusts by just a hair, I started to moan and Brent began grunting softly, his eyes losing their focus on my face as they began to drift shut.

  He kept the slow, fluid pace for what felt like hours even though I knew it couldn’t have been that long. He propped up on both elbows and pressed his pelvis firmly against me while staring down into my eyes. With every grind of his hips in this position, I could feel the delicious friction against my clitoris pushing me higher and higher.

  Brent suddenly started moving faster, his breaths coming out in heavy pants. I could tell he was close to the edge and the increase in speed was all I needed to finally let go, my orgasm washing over me as I tightly gripped his shoulders. I dug my nails into the flesh as I felt white hot shocks of pleasure spread through my veins and my hips jerked uncontrollably beneath him.

  Feeling me coming around him was all he needed to fly over the edge and after a few jerky thrusts, he stilled, emptying himself into me with a hoarse whisper of my name.

  Even after the aftershocks had subsided, I was still clinging to him as if I was afraid someone was going to take him away.

  Which, in a way, I suppose I was. I was afraid that his father was going to get in his ear and nag him to the point where he’d walk away from our relationship just to save himself the trouble.

  “I love you, Zoe,” Brent whispered into my ear.

  My heart thudded against my chest and I tried to push my fears to the side. “I love you, too.”

  He was still inside of me when I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

  ~*~*~

  Chapter Twelve

  When I woke up the next morning, I quickly found out that Brent had cleaned me up last night before he fell asleep. I was grateful for that fact, unfortunately knowing first-hand how annoying it was to clean off cum after it was dry.

  Yuck.

  “Morning, baby,” Brent said with a yawn as he rolled over and stretched an arm across my waist. “Sleep well?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  A lazy smile appeared on his lips. “Good, then I did my job right.”

  “That you did, thank you,” I commended as I rolled towards him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

  “Mmm, no need to thank me. It was just as good for me as it was for you.”

  I laughed as he pulled me closer and I relaxed into his embrace. His stroked my back softly and I basked in the attention, remembering with a happy smile that it was Brent’s day off today.

  The smile quickly became a frown as I remembered the complete clusterfuck that was yesterday.

  “Brent?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Why do you think Jim is so pissed about us?”

  Brent groaned and I could te
ll by the sound that he had been having similar thoughts even though he was trying not to. He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, then finally opened his eyes.

  “I don’t know, Zoe. I’m pretty sure that he’ll come around – or at least not be such a dick about it – when he realizes how serious we are. But he’s just… embarrassed.”

  “I don’t know how else to show him we’re serious. I mean, we already live together. Isn’t that enough?” I wondered out loud. Brent was quiet—unusually so. I frowned and looked up at him, noticing the pensive look on his face. “What is it?”

  “I was thinking about that actually. I’ve got an idea, but I don’t know if you’ll be up for it.”

  I maneuvered myself further up on his chest so I could see him better as I said, “I’m all ears.”

  “Well…” he started then trailed off, looking at me with nervous excitement. “Why don’t we get hitched?”

  I swear I could feel my heart lodge in my throat as my pulse quickened. “W-What?”

  “You heard me,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s get married.”

  It wasn’t the proposal I imagined. Then again, I had never really allowed myself to imagine how I would be proposed to, if it was ever going to happen.

  And I really couldn’t say I would have expected anything different from Brent. Being naked together in bed after a round of lovemaking seemed like it would be his idea of the perfect time and place to propose marriage. Brent was many things, but romantic wasn’t one of them.

  But I couldn’t deny the fact that I was a little disappointed.

  I quickly sat up on my knees and looked down at him seriously. “Ask me.”

  He sat up with a frown. “What?”

  “Ask me,” I said again, begging him with my eyes to catch on to my meaning. If I had to outright say ‘ask me to marry you’, I’d feel like a total fucking loser.

  But once again, Brent managed to realize exactly what I needed from my expression. I was fascinated to see the nervousness appear on his face as he slowly got out of bed. He tugged me with him and I stood up, smiling as he bent down to land on one knee.

  “I don’t have a ring,” he whispered, his eyes desperately searching mine.

  “I don’t care.”

  A hesitant smile appeared before he cleared his throat and said, “Zoe, will you marry me?”

  It might not have been much of a proposal, especially given the fact that we were both fully naked, but it was more than enough to me. Besides, it felt natural.

  It felt like us.

  “Yes!”

  He hopped up with a huge grin and lifted me into the air, spinning me around while kissing me. Before the kiss could escalate into something more heated, he gently placed me back on my feet and said, “Get dressed. We’re getting you a ring and making it official.”

  “Now?”

  “Now.”

  He headed for his dresser and dug out a pair of boxers, sliding them on and hiding his semi-hard dick from my eyes. A sour thought suddenly occurred to me and I couldn’t push it away.

  “Brent?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You… You’re not just proposing to me to rub it in Jim’s face, are you?”

  He dropped the jeans he was holding and turned to me, the incredulousness apparent in his eyes. “What? God, no. Is that what you think?”

  “I just wanted to be sure,” I said carefully. I knew better than to honestly think that Brent would pull such a juvenile move, but some part of me needed to hear him deny it.

  He walked to me and put both hands on my shoulders while he stared down at me seriously. “Look, I swear to you that’s not why I asked. But if you want, we can pretend this never happened. I’ll get you a ring later and do it properly if you’ll feel better about it that way.”

  I considered the offer, wondering if it would make me feel better to have a proper proposal where we were both nicely dressed and there was a shiny ring and declarations of undying love and the whole nine yards. A normal proposal.

  Then I looked up at the man I loved and realized there was nothing normal about our relationship. Not in what it was nor how it started.

  “No… This was perfect for us. But there is one thing that would make it even more perfect.”

  “What’s that? I’ll do whatever you want.”

  I grinned and stepped up on my tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his lips. When I pulled away, I leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Fuck me in the backseat of the cruiser.”

  Brent let out a bolt of surprised laughter. “Oh, that can definitely be arranged.”

  “Good. I’ll be sure to wear a skirt today. No panties.”

  I pulled away and gave him a saucy grin before heading to the closet to get dressed.

  I could already foresee today being one of the greatest days of my life. Then again, Brent had the tendency to make every day even more incredible than the last.

  Perfect proposal or not, I still considered myself the luckiest girl in the world.

  ~*~*~

  Chapter Thirteen

  The door swung open and I smiled sheepishly as I said, “Hi mom.”

  “Hi, honey,” she responded before leaning further out the door and looking around curiously. “Where’s Brent?”

  “In the car,” I said, jerking my thumb to where the Honda was parked on the street. He rolled down the window and stuck his hand out, waving to my mom before resting it against the frame. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

  “Of course, dear. Come in.”

  “Is Jim here?” I asked as I hesitantly stepped forward.

  “No, he left yesterday. Another business trip,” she said sourly as she stepped aside to let me in. After she closed the door, she looked back at me and finally looked down at my attire. “Oh honey, you look beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” I said with a small smile, absent-mindedly toying with the skirt of my dress. “There’s actually a reason for that.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. I know we haven’t talked since what happened two weeks ago and I… Well, we were hoping that by now you’d had enough time to process it.”

  Mom smiled sadly and nodded. “I have. I’m sorry I didn’t call you, Jim’s still been on a rampage about it.”

  “But… you’re okay with it?”

  She pursed her lips together thoughtfully before she hesitantly nodded. “I suppose I am. I’m… Honey, I’m just worried about you. I don’t know how he treats you and I don’t want to see you get your heart broken.”

  “He won’t hurt me, mom. We’re… We’re serious,” I assured her, twisting my hands together behind my back. “Really serious.”

  Something in my tone must have set off a warning bell in her head because she jerked back, her eyes flickering down to my white flowing sundress before coming back up to my face. “How serious?”

  “Will you get dressed and come with us?” I asked desperately, wanting nothing more than my mom to be with us today.

  She didn’t respond, she just tugged my hands out from behind my back and gasped when her eyes landed on the engagement ring on my finger. “Oh my- You’re getting married? Today?”

  “We’re on our way to city hall and I don’t want to do it without you.”

  “What about Jim?”

  I shook my head sadly. “Brent doesn’t want him there. He didn’t even want to ask.”

  She sighed. “I suppose I can understand that. Oh- Oh my goodness. Give me ten minutes, sweetie. I wouldn’t let my little girl get married without me under any circumstances.”

  “I’ll be in the car,” I called, wondering if she even heard me as she shuffled to her room, mumbling under her breath about having no idea what to wear to a city hall wedding.

  After I got back to the car and slid into the passenger seat, Brent turned to me and expectantly asked, “Well?”

  “She’s getting ready. Ten minutes.”

  “Did you see Jim?”

  “He’s out of town.”<
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  “Perfect timing, huh? Like it was meant to be.”

  He intertwined our fingers together and grinned and I couldn’t help but to smile back. We were actually doing it, we were getting married with his partner and my mom as our witnesses.

  It was like a dream come true.

  After shopping for my ring and christening our engagement with some rough sex in the back of his cruiser, we had discussed our options for the actual wedding. Both of us wanted it sooner rather than later and I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of a massive ceremony. It’s not like I had a ton of friends to invite.

  Who was going to come? Danny?

  The thought made me chuckle and Brent looked over at my questioningly. I shook my head, dismissing his curiosity and it was pushed to the side as my mom came rushing out of the house.

  “I’m ready, I’m ready!” she called as she was locking the front door. “Sorry it took so long!”

  “Are you kidding? I think that was record time for you!” I jokingly shouted back.

  She ran towards the car and hopped in the back seat. After getting buckled, she relaxed back with a long sigh. “You couldn’t have given me a tiny bit of warning first?”

  “Sorry, mom.”

  “It’s alright. One question though and you better tell me the truth. Is this a shotgun wedding?”

  Brent’s eyes widened so much that I laughed out loud at his comical expression. I think he was mostly just in shock that my mom would ask that.

  “No, I’m not pregnant.”

  Yet, I added in my mind. But I had a feeling that it was going to happen soon, especially since Brent flat out refused to wear a condom and I still hadn’t gotten on the pill. We were being incredibly reckless and we both knew it was only a matter of time before I got knocked up.

  But if Brent didn’t have a problem with that, neither did I.

  “That’s a relief. You’re far too young for babies.”

  I could see Brent fighting back a smile from the corner of my eye and I knew he was having similar thoughts to the ones I was having. I bit my lip and nodded, knowing she was probably watching the movement from the backseat.