Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(19)

I nodded my head, letting her continue.

“I’m sorry, Gabe. I let my mother get the best of me. That won’t ever happen again.”

“Shhh…” I said, taking her hand and intertwining our fingers together. “Don’t apologize or you’ll be in the corner again.” Then, I hooked a finger under her chin to get her to look at me. I began to part my lips. It felt like the perfect time to say it, surrounded by her old life as I made the decision to offer her a new one.

“I love you, Mary. I really do.”

Her smile was answer enough, but Mary always gave me far more than what I asked. “I love you, too. Daddy.”





Epilogue


Mary


“It’s great to finally put a face to the name. I’ve heard so many great things about you!” Bethany began, standing proud in her military uniform. She hadn’t been home long, and already I missed my days with Ashley. But now that I was in the teaching program and working at the pre-school, I had to admit that I didn’t have time to watch Ashley much any more.

“And please, looking after my child when I specifically told my brother to do so? I love you forever!”

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Ashley is a little angel. We got along great, didn’t we, squirt?” I spoke the last to the little girl playing on the floor. Gabe’s sister was a character on her own, and with the way she spoke and acted, I could see the similarities she had with her brother. They both loved to banter, with no topic off limits, and it was all the more amusing when they were doing it to each other. Ten minutes in, and the two of them already managed to make me snort with laughter—quite unladylike. Which just made me laugh more.

By the time the party ended two hours later, tears streamed down my face and my cheeks actually ached from all the laughing.

“The only tears you’ll be crying from now on are tears of joy, alright?” she said, as she came over to me after she’d managed to say “goodbye” to the friends and relatives she invited over. We were standing in the living room, the now empty space eerily empty with just family members here, like we were all in shocked silence. But Bethany smiled and gave me a quick hug. “I swear, if my brother hurts you, he’ll be answering to me!”

“Wait, what?” Gabe exclaimed. “Shouldn’t you be protecting me? I’m your brother.”

We all shared a round of laughter at that before Ashley came running towards us, begging Bethany to pick her up. In one quick swoop, Ashley was in Bethany’s arms and then on her shoulders. When I turned my head to find Gabe, he was down on one knee before me.

We were in the very center of the room with his family surrounding us in a loose circle. I turned to look at Bethany – this was supposed to be her ‘Welcome Back’ party, but she had a knowing smile on her face, a smile that made me begin to shake as I turned back to look down at the man I loved kneeling before me.

“Mary, I love you. You are the light in my life and you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. Will you marry me, baby?” he asked, and I could only stare at his face. He had his hand stretched out with a ring in a box, but I was too blinded by him and his proposal to even take a glance at the ring. I knew what my answer was going to be. We’d talked about this and started to plan our future together. This was the obvious next step but I’d never dreamed I’d get this. Gabe on one knee in front of the world asking me to be his.

Heat rushed to my face and I felt lightheaded, giddy with happiness as I tried to remember how to talk. My response came out jumbled and a little strained as I forced words past the lump in my throat.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you.”

And with that, his family around us broke into applause as Gabe slid the ring onto my finger, stood up, and then pulled me away from everyone. The moment we were alone in his dining room with the sliding doors shut, he pushed me up against a wall and buried his nose in my hair, my neck, his hot, heavy breaths against my skin sending goose bumps all over me. I was instantly turned on, the muscles inside my pussy clenching and desperately wanting him inside me.

“You’re going to be my wife.”

I could only nod at that.

“You’re going to have my baby.”

I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, then nod again.

“And we’re going to start now.”

I gasped when he lifted me up, pushed me against the wall, undid the front of his pants and filled me up with his hard dick. I’d been teasing him the whole day that I wasn’t wearing any underwear and I was shocked and thrilled, so hot and wet his hard length slid inside me like we were made to be together.

“Yes, Daddy! Yes.” I whispered the words I knew would make him hard and hot and out of control. I felt wild, and totally loved, and I wanted him to be just as wild, just as needy.

My eagerness for him, for letting him take control was one of the things he loved about me. I was up for anything, and he never failed to mention that. Being in a relationship with him was effortless, like how it was supposed to be. We never argued because we knew how to communicate. When we had problems, it was us against the problem instead of me against him. We were a partnership, an exciting one at that. We made each other’s lives easier and more fun, and even though I was young, I knew this kind of love was rare.