by M K Dwyer
Jesus stood and raised his beer in a toast. “Good job, Adam, picking a roommate who could cook. We’re going to have to make that a prerequisite for the next one.” Everyone laughed. “Seriously though. To Will and Nikki. You’ve been through some shit, but may you be nothing but blessed from here on out. For every shitty thing that has happened, may there be a million good things that await you. Cheers.”
“Thank you, Jesus. That was beautiful.” Nikki stood up and hugged him.
“Well guys, on that note, I think I’m going to take my woman and retire for the night.”
There were wolf whistles all around as they walked to their room.
Will pulled Nikki into the room by her hand, closed the door and pressed her body up against the door with his. “What do you say, baby? Shall we make sure this room remembers us?
She just nodded as his lips descended onto hers. Still lip-locked, she pushed off the door, and walked him backwards to the bed until the backs of his legs hit the mattress and they both toppled onto it. The bed groaned in protest.
“Let’s leave this bed for the next inhabitant of this room and go shopping for a new one tomorrow. One that doesn’t announce our activities to the whole house.”
“Deal.” Nikki hated his bed from the first night, and he would do anything to make her happy. “You know. It squeaks less when you ride me.”
She smirked at his suggestion and got off the bed.
For a split second he wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but then she started to peel her shirt off over her head. Her bra was next, and then her jeans and undies until she was standing there in all her naked glory. The bruises from her ordeal had faded, but the cuts were still healing. Some would scar, but she would always be the most beautiful girl in the world to him. Nothing would ever change his mind about that.
Lost in his lustful thoughts while staring at her body, he forgot he was still fully clothed until she came closer and stared to undo his jeans. He rushed to pull his own shirt over his head as she pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs.
His cock sprang free and she licked her lips.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“He’s going to blow if you keep looking at him like that.”
She chuckled as she climbed back over him and sat so his dick was cocooned in her folds. “Don’t talk about your cock in the third person. I love you and your corniness, but even that’s a little weird for me.”
He laughed a real belly laugh. “Okay. So, always talk about my cock in the third person. Got it. He’s all warm and cozy right now, but he’d like to be even warmer and cozier.”
She rolled her eyes as she positioned herself over his cock, and slowly lowered onto him. They’d made the conscious decision to stop using condoms weeks ago. They were both clean and ready to accept and embrace anything that came their way.
When he was fully seated in her, she squeezed her muscles around him. “What were you saying?”
He groaned. “Hmmm. What? You’re not playing fair.”
“‘Fair’? What’s that?”
She began to rock back and forth as he held her hips and pushed up into her. All conversation stopped as their motions slowly built, faster and faster.
As she brought her hand to where they were joined and fingered her clit, he moved his hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples. One of the reasons he loved when she rode him was because he had both hands free. When he didn’t have to hold himself up, he could cup and squeeze and pinch both breasts at the same time.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, Will. Harder.”
He picked up the pace of his thrusts and pinched her nipples harder. He knew the moment she was about to come because she squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. She did that every time. It was endearing, and he loved learning little things like that about her. He loved anything to do with her.
“I’m coming.”
“I know, baby. Me too.”
He felt her walls start to squeeze and pulse around his cock and it sent him over the edge with her. He grunted, and his movements faltered as he came.
She moaned low and deep. No doubt trying to be quiet in a house full of roommates and little ears.
“Fuuuuuuuuuudge.” He let go of her breasts and she collapsed in a heap on top of him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
As she laid on his chest, he smiled. He’d never in his life been as happy as he was in that moment. He was becoming a sappy mother-fucker, but he wouldn’t change anything about her or their relationship.
“Marry me, Nikki.” She sat up a little to look him in the eyes. “This isn’t an actual proposal, but I want you to know that that is where this is headed.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “Yes, Will. I’ll marry you.” She gave him a peck on his chest, and then smirked at him. “But I want a super romantic proposal. I don’t care about the ring. A life with you will be more precious than diamonds to me, but I want a proposal story I can tell our grandkids about.”
Will grinned from ear to ear. “Then that’s what you’ll get, sweetheart. That is exactly what you’ll get.”
Stay tuned for Theresa’s story, Marine Brother. A Christmas novella sequel to Marine Firefighter.
Then, Jesus’s story, Marine Artist. The next full-length novel in the Melrose Lane series.
This is for my husband, my Marine, my partner in crime, my love, my heart, my rock, and my biggest supporter. Even if only two people ever read this book, it will have been a success because I followed my dream which would not have been possible without you.
Thank you also to my betas. Kasey, Linda, Alisha, Brenda, Brittney, Deann, and Hannah. Thank you for your feedback, your notes, your ideas, and most importantly your support. Y’all read my rough first draft and still encouraged me to keep going. That meant more to me than all the professional opinions in all the world.
Thank you to my editor, Sara Miller with Pretty Little Book Promotion. You were amazing to hold this first-time author’s hand through everything, and it wouldn’t be the polished work that it is without you.
Thank you to my parents, Billy & Sheila, for encouraging me through this and your unwavering belief in me from day one.
Thank you to the rest of my family and friends who would fill up this page if I listed you all. Your support means the world to me.
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Accounting is my day job. Writing is my dream job. Canadian by birth. Texan by circumstance (but happy to be here). I live in the Houston area with my husband and three kids. I have my husband to thank for most of my writing ideas. Our time in San Diego during his Marine Corps days inspired my Melrose Lane series. I am an avid reader, and I love everything creative, from graphic design to crocheting.
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