Only One Forever, page 19
“You get one kiss,” she says, taking a step back. “Or else you’ll mess my whole face.” She comes back in for one more kiss. “Besides, you have like thirty minutes to get ready.”
“All I need to do is shower,” I say, walking back into the room and seeing the lavender dress that she is wearing lying on the bed. “Pretty,” I say, “And it’s loose, so I can slip my hands under it easily.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Yes, that is exactly why I chose it.” She shakes her head. “Go shower.”
I shower and then slip on my blue dress pants with a white button-down shirt. When I walk out of the shower, I see her slipping into the dress. She smiles and comes to me. “Can you zip me?” She turns around so I can zip her. Once it’s zipped, I lean in and kiss her neck. “How does this look?” she asks me, and I can see her hands are shaking from the nerves. She stands there in a long-sleeved lavender dress. It crisscrosses over the chest, and the shoulders have silver beading. The waist is tight and then lets loose again. She ties the bottom of the sleeves, and then you see the sleeves puff out just a touch.
“You look so beautiful,” I say. She walks over to the bed, and I see the slit in the dress showing off her long, lean leg. She sits on the bed, putting on her silver high heels, when I walk back into the closet and finish getting dressed. I slip on the matching jacket and then slip the black velvet box into my pocket. “I have something for you,” I say, walking out with a square box in my hand. She’s still sitting on the bed.
“I’m nervous,” she admits, getting up and coming to me. “It’s stupid, though. We’ve attended these things before.”
“It’s different,” I tell her. “This time, I can hold your hand and lean over and kiss you.”
She smiles at me. “That you can.” She looks at the box in my hand. “What do you have there?”
“Well, since it’s our first date,” I say, smirking at her. “I was going to get you flowers.”
“That box doesn’t look like flowers.” She laughs as I hand her the box. Her hands come up to grab the box, and she turns it to her and opens it, a gasp leaving her when she sees the diamond earrings I bought for her. “Oh my gosh.” She touches one of the earrings with her finger. “They are so pretty.” She looks at me, blinking away the tears in her eyes. “I’m going to wear them tonight,” she says, turning toward the mirror so she can put them on. My heart hammers in my chest when she turns around and sees me on bended knee. “Dylan,” she says, not sure, and she puts one of her hands to her mouth.
“Your dress is missing one more thing.” I joke with her, and my palms get all sweaty. “God, I thought this would be easier.” I laugh nervously. “Alexandra, every single memory I have in my life is with you beside me.” I reach up and grab her hand in mine. “From as far back as I can remember, the only person who I wanted there for anything was you.” I smile at her as one of the tears escapes her eyes. “There are so many more memories to make. So many more memories that I want to make.” I grab the box from my jacket. “The only thing I know about these memories is that I want to do them with you beside me.” She sobs quietly. “As my wife.”
She laughs and cries at the same time, her smile so big that I can’t help but get up to kiss her and then go back down on my knee. “Do you want to make memories with me?” I ask her. “Do you want to be my wife?”
“There is no one in this world I want to do life with besides you,” she says. “When you came to Dallas and I asked you what your future looked like.” She wipes away the tears. “And you said married and a family, it was the first time in my life that I didn’t see me beside you.” My heart sinks. “I went to bed that night and cried.”
“Baby,” I say, getting up now, wiping her tears away. “It was always you,” I whisper. “It’s always going to be you. My heart doesn’t beat without you. All the future memories are blank unless you are in them. Marry me,” I say, bending my forehead to hers. “Please be my wife.” I hold my breath, not even shy to admit that I would beg her on my knees to make her say yes.
She looks at me, her hand coming up to hold my face. “Forever,” she says. “I’ll love you forever.” I swallow now. “You’re my forever.”
Chapter 31
Alex
I look into his blue eyes, and the only thing I can think of is I don’t think I can ever be this happy. His lips crash onto mine as he pulls me to him, and the taste of tears fills our kiss. He lifts me up and buries his face in my neck. My hand goes to the back of his head. “I love you.” I place my cheek on his head.
The doorbell rings. “That’s the car.” Neither of us lets go of the other one. “We should get going,” I urge, but we still don’t move. He puts me down slowly after a minute and then looks at me. “What?” I ask him, watching his face, and then his eyes find mine.
“It’s time to slip on the ring,” he says with a shy smile as he takes the ring out of the box, and I hold out my left hand. I gasp when I see that the ring looks like my mother’s engagement ring.
“Oh my God,” I gasp when I finally look at it. “You remembered,” I say of the conversation we had when I was sixteen, and I said I wanted the same ring as my mother but oval. I look down, seeing the rose gold ring with the oval-shaped diamond in the middle. Little white diamonds fill the band. “Oh my goodness.” I want to say more, but the doorbell rings again.
“We should get going,” Dylan says, grabbing my hand.
“This sucks,” I say, slipping my hand in his. “Aren’t we supposed to have sex after getting engaged?” I walk down the steps with the dress flowing around my legs. “I’m thinking that is like rule number one. You know, to cement the contract.”
He laughs at me as we walk out the front door, and the driver is waiting beside the car. He opens the back door, and I get in before Dylan. “Engaged,” I say when Dylan sits beside me, and the driver closes the door. I hold up my hand, looking at it. “Like from boyfriend to fiancé in a week.” I smile at him as he leans in and kisses my neck with his arm around my back, pulling me to him. “Is that where you went?” I ask him, wanting to know all the details.
He shakes his head. “I went to Uncle Matthew’s,” he tells me. “The guys were all waiting there.”
“What guys?” I ask, shocked.
“My dad, your dad, Grandpa.” He names the only three guys who really matter in all of this.
“My father?” I say, shocked by this news.
“Well, I asked your mom yesterday, and then today, I asked your father.” His words shock me, and I have to put a hand to my chest. This time, it’s not from the crushing pain but instead from the fullness of it. “I was planning on doing this next week.” He grabs my left hand, kissing my finger with the ring on it. He looks down at it, and his whole face lights up. “But seeing you all dressed up and knowing that we are going to be coming out as a couple, I want everyone to know that you’re mine forever.”
He releases my hand, and I look down at my own hand, so blissfully happy I can’t help the tear that escapes me. “Married.” I look up at him, and all he can do is lean over and kiss my lips so softly. His hand comes up to hold my chin, and he rubs his thumb back and forth. “Can one be happy and then suddenly so nervous that they are going to throw up?” I ask him, looking out of the window once the car stops.
I put my hands to my stomach as I see the whole scene in front of me. We have three cars in front of us. The barricade where the fans are all lined up with their phones out, taking pictures and yelling at the players who are getting out of their cars. The car moves up one more spot and I can see the blue and green carpet now, matching the team colors. The press is all lined up facing the white backdrop that has the foundation’s name and the team name stamped across it. A couple of reporters are there, interviewing some of the players. The car moves one more spot, and my hand goes to my stomach. “Do you want to just go as we always do?” I hear him ask me and look over at him. “We can just walk the carpet as we always do.” His eyes meet mine. We’ve been on the red carpet before, always together laughing and joking.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “As nervous as I am about coming out.” I smile and pick up my hand. “This ring says otherwise.”
“That it does.” He smiles as the car moves forward and then stops. “You sure?” he asks me one last time before the car door opens beside him.
“More than sure,” I assure him, pushing down all the nerves I have. He steps out of the car and fixes his jacket before holding out his hand for me. I slip my hand in his, and all my nerves are gone. I don’t know how the press will spin this, and to be honest, I don’t care. The only people whose opinions matter to me are our families. Other than that, it’s icing on the cake.
I hear his name being called as soon as he climbs out, and he smiles and turns to the crowd. “Go and sign some stuff, Mr. Stone.” I point at the little kids jumping up and down when they see him. He lets go of my hand, and I step to the side, not wanting to be in anyone’s way.
The car stops, and I look up, seeing Michael get out of the car with Jillian beside him. He comes over and smiles at me, kissing my cheek as the press yells his name. “You ready?” he asks me, and I take a deep breath and put my hand to my stomach, not even aware of the gasp that comes out of Jillian.
“Oh my God,” she says. Her hand comes to touch my hand, and then she drops it when she looks around. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Well, if you think it’s a friendship ring.” I look at her. “You’re wrong.”
“He said he was waiting.” Michael shakes his head and then walks over to the crowd with Dylan.
The two of them pose for a picture together and then apart. More and more players arrive, and when Cooper gets there, the roar of the crowd is deafening. He comes over to hug us at the same time Dylan comes back to stand beside me. “Nice of you to show up,” I say, smiling at him and then looking at Erika, who is just smirking. I look over at Cooper now. “I don’t even want to shake your hand,” I say. He laughs, and I put my hand on my forehead.
“What the fuck?” he says to me. “He did it already.” He looks at Dylan, who puts his hand in mine. “My cousin and my cousin are getting married,” he jokes, making Michael groan.
“It’s much better than my cousin and my sister,” Michael says, putting his hand in Jillian’s.
“Okay, let’s do this,” Dylan says now, looking at me. “Ready?”
“No,” I answer him honestly. “But YOLO.”
Cooper walks in front of us as he starts down the carpet. “You didn’t go see the fans,” Erika reminds him.
“We’ll do this with the family, and then I’ll go over,” he says, looking at us. “Here goes nothing.”
He walks down the carpet in front of us, and Michael follows us. “Look here!” they all shout, and we stop walking, posing together.
“Wait,” Franny says, walking down the carpet with Wilson’s hand in hers. “Now you can take the picture,” she says, and we all laugh.
“What took you so long?” Jillian asks her.
“Have you seen my husband?” She side-eyes Wilson with a wicked smile. “If you think he looks hot in a suit, you can imagine how hot he is out of the suit.”
“I’ve seen him out of the suit,” Cooper says. “He’s not that hot.”
I laugh as Wilson shakes his head. “The car had a flat tire.” He tries to make up the excuse.
“You have a hickey,” I say, pointing at his neck that is being covered a bit by his jacket collar.
Franny looks at him and smiles. “That’s not a hickey,” she gloats. “Those are teeth marks.”
“I’m going to barf,” Michael says as a reporter calls Dylan’s name.
“Here we go,” he says, looking at me as he walks over to the reporter who is waiting for him.
“Dylan Stone,” he says, smiling at him. “A Dallas Oiler.”
I look over at Dylan, my chest beaming with pride for him. My hand squeezes his just a touch, and his thumb moves over mine. “It’s a weird thing.” He smirks. “Going to take some getting used to.”
“Was it a difficult decision to make?” he asks him, and Dylan just nods his head.
“It was one of the most difficult I had to make.” His voice goes soft, and he looks over at me. “But I had to do it for my family.”
“It’s going to be some good hockey watching the three of you on the ice.” He smiles at us.
“I can’t wait,” Dylan says. “We usually train with each other every summer, so it’s going to be interesting to see the dynamic on the ice.”
“It’s going to be good seeing the family cheering for the same team.” He laughs.
“Only person I care about cheering for me has been cheering me on since I was twelve,” he says, picking up our hands and kissing my fingers.
“Oh my God,” Franny gasps out. “You’re engaged.”
“Um,” I say, my eyes going big, but the smile on my face is so big my cheeks hurt.
“I guess you got the scoop.” Dylan looks at the reporter and then leans in and kisses me.
“So I guess we need to scratch you off the list of most eligible NHL bachelors,” the reporter jokes.
“You can definitely scratch me off that list.” Dylan chuckles.
“Wait,” the reporter says. “Aren’t you Michael Horton’s sister?”
Chapter 32
Dylan
“What time is it?” I mumble when I feel her move away from me, falling to my back. My eyes are still closed when I feel the covers move. I think she’s getting up to go to the bathroom, but then I feel her hot mouth on my cock. “Hmm,” I moan, opening my eyes and seeing her hair covering her face as she sucks my cock.
I close my eyes for a second to take in the feeling. Every single time she touches me, my body feels like an electric shock is going through it. When her hand grips my shaft, I open my eyes once more, and this time, I move her hair away from her face so I can watch her. She’s on her hands and knees in the middle of my legs with her ass in the air, swinging side to side, and I know she’s playing with herself. “Swing your ass over here,” I say between clenched teeth when she lets go of my cock and licks down the shaft toward my balls. “Alex,” I say as she jerks my cock. “Sit on my face,” I order, lifting up my head and watching her watch me with a smile.
“I have a better idea,” she says, getting up and straddling me. She holds my cock in her hand as she aligns herself over me and slides down. I watch my cock disappear inside her, the only sound is of us both moaning out. Her hands go on my stomach as my hands go to her hips as she lifts herself up with her legs and back down again.
“This is much better,” I say. My hands go to her tits, pinching both nipples at the same time and then twisting them, and I feel her pussy pulsate when I do that.
“So much better,” she huffs, moving her hands to the middle of my chest. She rotates her hips once and then moves up and down on my cock. Her hair falls to one side, and she looks like a sex goddess. “So close.” She doesn’t stop moving as I lean up to suck a nipple into my mouth. “Yes,” she hisses, her pussy getting tighter and tighter as I do the same thing to the other nipple. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” she says, and I watch her eyes close as her pussy gets tight around my cock, and I feel her wetness all over me. I wrap my arm around her waist in the middle of her coming and flip her on her back. My cock never leaves her pussy as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I fuck her as hard as I can. My head goes to her neck as her whole body engulfs me. “Again,” she pants, and I fuck her over and over again until we both moan our release.
Her legs and arms just squeeze me tighter when I turn to get away from her. “No,” she groans, making me laugh. I’m about to kiss the shit out of her when the doorbell rings. Both of us stop moving as I look over at the clock and see it’s a little after ten.
“Are you expecting someone?” I ask, looking at the doorway.
“Yes, of course, I’m expecting someone. That’s why I woke up with your cock in my mouth,” she sasses me, and her legs and arms fall to the sides. I slide out of her, and she gets up, grabbing a shirt and slipping it on her.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I grab her around her waist when she is about to walk out of the room, and she laughs.
“I was going to answer the door,” she says as the doorbell rings again.
“Don’t leave this room,” I tell her as I grab a pair of shorts. “Unless I call you.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and I know she isn’t going to listen to me. I walk down the stairs as the bell rings again and open the door, seeing a delivery guy there. “Mr. Stone,” he says to me, and I nod my head. “We have a couple of things for you.” He turns to walk back to the van and opens it, showing me a whole truckload of fucking flowers.
“Babe!” I yell behind me but see her walking down the steps in a robe now. “Not better,” I say, and she laughs.
“Who’s at the door?” she asks me the same time her phone rings.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask her as she walks over to the kitchen. “Doesn’t anyone sleep anymore?”
The guy comes back with two vases of flowers. “There are six more.”
“From who?” I ask, and he just shrugs his shoulders, and I turn to walk into the kitchen.
“Okay.” I hear Alex say, and then her head goes down. “We’ll be there in an hour.”
She puts down the phone. “Um, that was your dad and your mom, who were both not happy that he had to read about their son’s engagement in the papers.”
“Papers?” I say, shocked as the guy comes back in and just puts the flowers on the kitchen counter.
“Who are these from?” she asks, and I just shrug.
“What papers?” I ask her, confused as fuck looking at her as she smiles at the guy.
“There are four more,” he says to her.
