“Pixie,” I warned for the second time, but she didn’t take the hint, just like the last time.
“Wait,” she gasped, throwing her head back as her body shuddered. “I’m almost there.”
“I’ll be past it if you don’t hurry up,” I ground out, really trying to regain control of what I knew was just about to happen.
And then she shouted out, just as her pussy started to flutter around my shaft, and her rhythmic movements went out of sync. Holding her hips, I took over and moved her up and down as I roared out my release.
Once it’d left us and we’d caught our breaths, I wrapped my left arm around her and leaned slightly to the side to reach under me. It’d been digging in my ass cheek for the last twenty minutes, moving closer and closer to an area it had no business being near. The problem was, I hadn’t wanted it to fall out of my pocket, so I’d hidden it under me when I’d lay down on the bed and told her to climb on, and now I was paying the price.
“Do you need me to get off?” she murmured drowsily but made no move to do it.
Not that I’d have let her. Squeezing her, I lay back down flat and took a deep breath. “Can you look at me a second, my pixie?”
Raising her head, she looked down at me through hooded eyes. “Yeah?”
“Give me your hand, baby.”
Lifting her left hand—thankfully—I kissed her as I slid the ring onto her ring finger. When she felt the metal reach the top of her finger, she pulled back slightly and looked at her hand, where the two carat diamond with a row of small diamonds on either side of it now sat.
“This isn’t the way I’d planned for this to happen, but I’ve been trying to figure out the perfect way to do it for weeks and decided just to be spontaneous because we’ve never followed the normal path.”
Glancing at me, she blinked rapidly and then looked back at the ring.
“When I first met you, I recognized a wounded soul that matched my own. That was the first time I felt some of the old me come back, so I knew you were special. I’ve irritated you, I’ve pestered you, and I’ve enjoyed the hell out of your sassy personality and crazy dreams. But what you’ve given me is so much more, and I’d love to spend the rest of my life trying to give you even a speck of that back. Will you marry me, my pixie?”
Sitting upright, she looked from the ring to me and back again. “We can’t tell our families or the kids that you proposed like this. You’ll have to make up something romantic.”
Fighting back a smile, I asked, “Is that a yes?”
“Of course, it’s a yes, you dopey sod. I would love to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Pulling her down to kiss her, I rolled us so that she was on her back and took my weight on my forearms. “Thank you for giving me your love and beauty,” I whispered against her mouth.
“Thank you for being my strength and for giving us our daughter,” she whispered back, tears starting to fall down either side of her face.
Leaning to the side to wipe them off, she saw the time on the Alexa sitting beside the bed, pushed me off and out of her, and almost onto the floor.
“We’ve got the call in ten minutes. Go get dressed and get the surprise ready,” she squealed as she hurried over to the wardrobe.
It was as I walked past her to the bathroom that she caught sight of the perfect copy of her new ring on my right ass cheek.
“Elijah Townsend-Rossi,” she snapped, overtaking me at the bathroom door. “I’m going to wash this ring with soap at least two times, and you’re taking that to the grave with you. I don’t want people to know that your arse was the cushion my engagement ring sat on while you waited to propose to me.”
Holding onto the door frame, I burst out laughing and watched her scrub her hand and the ring with hand soap.
I was fairly sure that at some point, the story would come out. So, leaving her to it, I walked back to where my phone was and took a picture of it so that I’d have proof.“Well, you’re killing me here,” Gramps snapped, ignoring Grams when she elbowed him.
Thanks to Remy, we had a secure connection to everyone as we stood in the yard with my laptop's screen and camera facing us. It was hard to see everyone because there were about ten mini screens on the call, but they were all there, and that’s all that mattered.
Standing next to my fiancée with my arm around her waist, I waited for our families to give us the thumbs up that they were all ready.