“Well… I mean you didn’t really give me a choice when you stole my heart, huh?” I smile, raising an eyebrow at him.

“So, that’s a yes?” he asks, grinning and still holding my beautiful ring.

“Absolutely,” I whisper.

“Then, I do believe…” he starts, pulling the ring from the slot it was resting in. “This is for you.”

The ring slides on with ease. A perfect fit.

Just like us.

Kissing me gently, he seals the night in the most perfect way possible. I’m not sure how he was able to orchestrate all of this, and I don’t know if I want to know. I’d rather keep it all a secret, and not kill the romance of it. I don’t care how he did it. I just love that he did… and he did it in the most romantic way I could have thought of. In the first place he ever laid eyes on me, showing me that trust is a huge thing in a relationship. We trust each other, and that matters the world to me.

Gabby

Fade to Black

I’ve been doing this for a week already, but waking up next to my fiancé is something I’ll never get used to. However, his rock hard body and morning wood are something I can definitely learn to live with. Each morning since he proposed, I’ve made sure to start the day off right. His body must be getting used to this, because he’s rock hard and still fast asleep. Grinning to myself, I snake my body under the covers and take him in my mouth, slowly, all the way back. Hearing his moans makes me wet immediately, and it’s only a few pumps before he’s fully awake and cursing, hand on my head over the covers.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans as I swallow him. I love pleasing him, and surprising him like this in the morning is the absolute best. “God, Gabby, I’m gonna come,” he groans.

Pumping harder and faster, he tenses and I suck as hard as I can as his orgasm explodes in my mouth. Making sure I swallow every last drop, he’s practically pushing me off of him with laughter by the time I’m done playing with him.

“Damnit, woman,” he grunts, pulling me up to kiss him. “I could get used to waking up like that.” He slams his lips to mine and kisses me. “I’m gonna be late to work,” he whispers between kisses. “But I don’t fucking care.”

Flipping me over, he takes his time kissing down my body. When he comes to my belly button I can’t help but laugh when he starts licking around it, the dips his tongue in. Fuck, that’s hot.

Making his way lower and lower, he takes his time getting to my core, now soaking wet with need. Slipping his fingers in with ease, I moan as he takes my clit in his mouth and starts nibbling on it.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as one of his fingers travels south to my ass and slips in. “Shit shit shit,” I murmur over and over as he starts playing me.

“Like that?” he asks between licks of my clit. He starts biting my inner thigh as his fingers twist up and I lose it.

“Shit, yes,” I pant as he gently pulls it out and pushes it back in. “Fuck, Benton, don’t stop.” I gasp when his teeth come around my tight nub, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.

“One day, I’ll have this fucking ass, baby,” he growls, licking and groaning. Shit, that’s so fucking hot. Goddamnit, this man.

“FUCK!” I scream, bowing my back off the bed. The minute he notices my orgasm starting to rip through me, he pulls his finger out of my ass which sends off another wave of pleasure through my body. “Holy shit,” I groan, coming down from the intense orgasm. “Fuck me,” I gasp. Shit.

“I’d love to, but now I’m really going to be late for work,” he stands and winks at me and my vagina is automatically ready for him again. How can one wink do that to me?!

“Fine,” I huff. “Tonight… I’m holding you to it.”

“Oh, you’ll be holding something tonight… that’s for sure.” Grinning, he slips into the bathroom right as I throw the pillow at him.

Jesus, I love that man.

By afternoon, Hannah and I have run all over the city to change addresses, fill out paperwork, and get things finalized with my move to Benton’s. He keeps telling me to call it home, but until everything of mine is where it should be, and I’m no longer living out of a box, it won’t seem like my home.

Hannah’s crying and I’m trying to get her and the groceries in and out of the hallway before someone on the floor gets pissed that we’re making so much noise. Apparently, these walls are paper-thin… or so says our neighbor whose bedroom backs up to our bathroom.

Grinning, I remember that morning in the shower all too well. He’s so attentive and loving. His hands take what they want and give what I deserve and then some. He’s the best I’ve ever been with, and will ever be with. I still can’t believe this ring, but he’s convinced he wasn’t going to buy anything less.

I guess it’s time for me to start planning the wedding… my wedding! Holy shit, I’m getting married!

“Hannah!” I squeal when it all clicks. “Oh, how awesome! You can get a little dress, and, oh my gosh, this is so awesome!” We dance around the kitchen, momentarily forgetting the groceries waiting on us.

How’d it take me this long for it all to click? Maybe because I took the weekend off from worrying about shit to focus on my best friend’s wedding that was just absolutely perfect. I’ve never cried at weddings, but I definitely did at this one. She was so beautiful, and Adam just looked beside himself with joy. It makes me proud to know that Benton and I had a hand in getting those two stubborn assholes together.

“Alright, pea. I’ve got to get these put away before it all goes bad.” I put her in the bouncer on the kitchen floor and start humming a song to her when there’s a knock on the door. Glancing at the clock, I know Benton should be home any time now, but he never knocks.

Maybe he left his keys at home today, or has his hands full with something.

Swinging open the door, I see a face I haven’t seen in years and one word screams over and over in my head: RUN.

“Gabrielle,” my mother grins. “How’s your life treating you?” Slyly, she pushes her way into the foyer, and I have half a mind to punch her out. I can’t let her see Hannah, so I back my way to the kitchen opening, trying to block her from my mother’s view.

“You don’t have to hide anything from me. I know all about sweet Hannah, and Benton… I know it all. The happy life you’re trying to live when you deserve none of it.” She pulls something out from her back, and I immediately tense.

She’s got a fucking gun. A GUN!

“You know, I should’ve done this a long time ago,” she mumbles. “You need to be reminded why you don’t deserve shit like this.” She shakes her head then raises the gun and shoots.

Just like that.

“No!” I yell, lunging for Hannah.

Hearing a gunshot on TV is one thing. Hearing it such a close range is a whole different thing. The pain in my ears makes my vision blurry. I see a figure in the doorway… the woman that fired the shot.

Then I see another figure in the doorway, immediately pummeling my mom to the ground. Oh God, I never knew close range shots could make your vision blur and your entire body hurt. I hear Hannah crying, and immediately turn to her, seeing a speck of red on her shirt.

“Shit,” I try to whisper, but it all comes out muddled. Too muddled. I feel… drunk? I try to turn and look at the woman standing in my doorway, but I can’t see anything.

That’s when everything fades to black.

Benton

All over again

“Benton! Stop!” I hear Adam’s voice behind me, but I don’t slow down. Not even bothering with the elevator, I take the steps two at a time. As soon as I get to my floor, I hear the gunshot.

FUCK!!