“I miss him so much, Em. I wish he were here, so I could tell him how much I love him, how proud I am of the things he built for my mother and me…for us. He would have loved you so much, Em.”
He began crying again, and I held on to him as tightly as I could. If I could crawl into his body right now, I would. I didn’t say anything. I remembered my father had told me that sometimes, words were not needed to comfort those who had lost so much. Instead, the loving touch of someone who cared would be all the comfort needed.
After a few minutes, Garrett released his hug on me and pulled back. I frantically began kissing his face as if I could kiss away hurt.
He placed his hands on the sides of my face and brought my lips to his. “You’re mine, Emma.” He pulled away and looked into my eyes.
“Yes, I’m yours, Garrett. Please…” I said, knowing he would know I needed to feel his body become one with mine.
“Buttercup…here or home?” he asked me as he searched my face.
As much as I wanted to make love to him right this very second, I wanted him to take me back to our future house.
“Home,” I whispered.
He quickly stood and helped me up before lifting me and carrying me back over to the truck. “Emma, I’m taking you home and making love to you.”
As Garrett opened the door to the truck, I looked back at our quilt and smiled. “Garrett, don’t forget our quilt.”
He placed me on the seat and kissed my forehead. “Never.”
He ran back over and grabbed the basket and the quilt. Then, he reached for one bouquet of daisies. He walked back to the truck, and the smile I saw on his face was one I would never forget. Garrett Thomas Mathews would be forever mine. He handed me the flowers and put the basket in the back of the truck.
He quickly folded up the quilt and gave it to me. “This quilt, I do believe, is our good-luck charm.”
I laughed. “I thought it was our sex quilt.”
Garrett shrugged. “It’s both.”
I’m never, ever getting rid of this quilt.
I walked into the house, carrying Emma in my arms. The next time I did this, she would be my bride. I wanted to run up the steps two at a time, so I could get inside her faster. I kicked open the bedroom door and then shut it with my foot. I didn’t think Billy or Margie would be here anytime soon, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
I walked up to the bed and dropped Emma on it, causing her to let out a laugh.
“Undress yourself, Em,” I said in a seductive voice.
Emma’s smile faded, and she quickly began taking off her clothes. I smiled slightly, knowing that I probably had the sweetest, kindest fiancée in the world, but she sure had a side of her in the bedroom I loved. She was completely nude in less than a minute. She slowly lay back on the bed and began rubbing her legs together. My dick was harder than a rock, and I couldn’t wait to be so far inside her while she screamed out my name.
“Your turn, Mr. Mathews,” she purred.
I stripped out of my clothes faster than I thought I ever had. I reached into my pocket, pulled out three condoms, and threw them onto the bed.
Emma looked at them and laughed. “Feeling lucky tonight?”
I silently prayed I could keep up with Emma as I nodded my head. I slowly lowered my body down and on top of Emm
a. I covered her body in kisses as she let out sweet moan after sweet moan. I loved making her feel good, and hearing her call out my name was one of my favorite things ever. As I kissed her nipple, I moved my hand down and began touching her. She bucked her hips and whimpered as I pushed two fingers inside her. She was always so ready for me. I moved and began teasing her with my tip.
“Garrett…I can’t wait until we are married, and we have nothing between us. I just want to feel you inside me. Please, just once,” Emma said as she wrapped her legs around me.
I closed my eyes and did the one thing I knew I shouldn’t do. I pushed myself into Emma. She arched her back and let out a moan that shot through my whole body.
“Oh…God…” I didn’t move at all. I tried to take in how it felt to be inside her with nothing separating us.
“Garrett…move…please move.”
I shook my head. “I can’t, Em. If I move, I won’t want to stop. This is a dangerous game we’re playing.”