Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey, #4)

by Sloane St. James

Then, like a fucking pornstar, she wriggles her head side to side as she forces more down. I thrust inside and push forward, grunting. “Tap the floor if it’s too much.” As her face pinkens into a purple, my erection throbs harder. A tear slips below the blindfold, and I melt at the image of this sweet girl being so depraved and loving every second. I slide out and slam back inside. Her pussy pulses, the orgasm building and building. I stare in awe as I fuck her with long strokes. Another tear rolls down, and I grab her hair and pull. She’s making me a little nervous. “Slap the floor when you need a breath,” I remind her. “You're too precious to let suffocate.” It’s no use, Jordan’s sacrificing her oxygen for her climax. So fucking sexy. She whimpers from the back of her throat. “Fuck, you’re close.” She’s impossibly tight. If I pulled out, I’m not sure I could get back in. With one hand fisting her messy hair, my other slaps her ass, and her back arches. Damn. Her hand strikes the floor. I yank her back to give her air, and she comes. “Deep breath for me, Jordan. Deep breath⁠—” She gasps. “That’s my girl,” I praise, kissing her shoulder. She’s a slice of fucking heaven as she constricts around me. She coughs, splutters, and makes the sexiest sounds, the redness fading from her face. With a runny nose, drool leaks from the side of her mouth. Daddy’s little princess is a mess. I peel off the necktie and clean her up with it.

“You did amazing,” I say. She surprises me every day. I withdraw, and she whimpers, sitting up on her knees. “I want more.” “Okay, Sunshine . . .” “I call shotgun on your pussy,” I say, unbuttoning my shirt and shrugging it off. I find the bottle of lubricant from my bedside table, kick off my pants, and lay them on the valet before I sit facing the mirror. I want to watch her ride my cock from behind. “Take a seat.” She straddles me, sinks down, and I groan. There are pussies, and then there’s Jordan’s pussy. The way it hugs me . . . Fuck.

“Lay your chest on top of mine.” She leans forward until her tits are pressed against me, and I glance behind her, seeing her ass in the mirror spread wide for me. Feels good to be the luckiest motherfucker in the world. I lube up my finger, her ass, and the toy. “Ready?” She nods against my shoulder. “I’m going to stretch you out first, but I want you to pretend it’s someone else touching you. Remember how you used to imagine someone else fucking you from behind? Just like that. Except it’s me and whoever you want—as long as it’s not Brett.” As I push inside, knuckle deep, I turn my lips into her hair and press a kiss to her temple, whispering, “He’s so fucking hard for you.” Her breathing turns shallow, and she moans. Her internal flutter tells me she loves it. “I think you’re ready. Still doing okay?”...

I chuckle and bring the sparkly toy to her rear entrance. She’s tight, but the lube helps it fit. She pushes up onto her elbows and bites her lip. Her gaze stays on me as she takes every inch. “Any pain?” “In the best way . . . keep going.” “Breathe through it. You're doing incredible.” I’m so proud of her. Thank god she doesn’t have a monster dildo, or this wouldn’t work, she’s almost too tight as it is. A soft moan leaves her lips, and her walls close in around me as her ass is filled. It feels great on my end too, sliding over my cock bu...

“So, who’s part of our threesome?” “Dean Winchester.” At least she didn’t say Big Bird or some shit. I like kink, but I draw the line at puppets. I laugh. “Sure, I’d rub dicks with him.” She laughs but sobers quickly when I speak about her like she’s not even here, trying to feed her objecti...

“Fuck, I love this pussy. I bet her ass is just as tight as it looks . . . I knew it. You should see the look on her face, she loves this.” She searches my eyes and gawks at me. “Our little sub's so stuffed she doesn’t know what to do.” It’s bizarre talking to an imaginary person, but it makes her grip me so hard, I can’t stop. “Oh my god,” she whimpers. Her fingers grasp my shoulders, and she ro...

“Doesn’t she have a pretty voice? See if you can get her to make that noise again.” I glide out half the length of the dildo and push it back inside her again. It works, the sexiest moan leaves her lips, and I bite my lip. Her forehead dips to mine, and she looks me right in the eyes. I smile back and keep up the charade. The blissed-out expression on her face melts me. “Fuck, look at her take it. She’s doing so well.” She smiles bigger. I let the toy sit in her ass while I delve one hand into her hair and rub the thumb of my other hand over her lips. ...

I wrap one arm around her waist and slide her up and down my cock in time with the toy. “I could fuck you forever.” She mewls, her inhales and exhales becoming more desperate. She’s going to come. Grabbing the toy, I pull out and thrust it back inside her, harder than before. She gasps. “Again.” “You like getting fucked and ...

She grinds and backs into the pink toy, making me grin. “The things you crave go much deeper than you let on. And at the bottom, you want to be degraded and praised and used. It's as if you want to bring me to my knees—well guess what, Sunshine? You fucking do.” Another slap. She groans, it’s desperate and aggressive. Her thighs shake against my sides. “You poor th...

She drops her mouth open. She’s struggling so hard. Her knees knock my ribs as she trembles. “Relax for us.” Her arousal is sliding all over. I look behind her. “Should we make her finish? She’s so pretty coming. You gotta feel how tight she gets, it’s unbelievable.” She grits her teeth and whimpers, trying to keep it in. “Feeling you clamp down on me i...

I pump the toy in and out of her asshole and bring my other hand to her throat, lifting and forcing her to look at me. She claws at my chest, and I see the fire in her eyes. The real her, bare and exposed like it’s the first time she’s let it out. She shivers and moans on top of me. Her choked sobs are intoxicating, like she can’t take a breath. Every spastic snapping of her hips has me reeling. I pout and patronize her with a mocking voice. “That’s it. Oh, it feels so good, doesn’t it?” She tightens, and it leaves me breathless. Her hips flex, and she rides me like she was built for this—built for me. I love watching ...

Her cries of pleasure ignite an inferno in my chest. “Fuck!” It takes every ounce of concentration to continue deep long strokes with my cock and the dildo as she pulses around me. It sends me over a cliff, and I haul her against my chest as I come inside her with a grunt, filling her with my cum for the second time tonight. “Christ, Jordan. You did so well . . . You were perfect, I’m so proud of you, baby.” Her pussy throbs, still twitching from the orgasm. With a ...

“I’ve got you.” Sliding her hair to the side, my fingers trail up and down her bare back with a feather touch while I plant soft kisses on her scalp. “You’re okay.” We lie together, coming down from our high until silence surrounds us. After a bit, she sighs with a big exhale. “Oh my god. I-I can’t believe . . .” I smile. “Did you like it?” Her giggle makes my shoulders relax, then she breaks into a full laugh. We crack up together. I’m relieved she’s okay. I love that smile and the sound of her laughter. “Fuck, you are so hot. How a...

“Say goodbye to Mr. Winchester.” Carefully, I remove the dildo from her ass, set it aside, then roll us to the side and pull out. “It feels so weird,” she murmurs. “I feel so . . .” “Empty?” “Yeah.” I stand and hold out my hand for her to take. She stands on wobbly legs. “You look like a ...

“You try getting taken in two places at the same time and tell me you wouldn’t walk like this.” Laughing, I stride past her into my en suite bathroom and turn on the shower, letting the room fill with steam. I open the medicine cabinet, grab a painkiller, then pass it to her with a glass of water. “Drink the whole thing.” I stand back and watch, her throat bobbing a...

I sit on the bench in the walk-in shower and motion for her to take a seat next to me. Goose bumps rise on her arms, and I slide my palms up and down her chilled flesh. “You did really well. You’re strong as hell, you know that?” The corner of her mouth tips up. “Really?” “Yeah, you jumped in the deep end tonight. I loved having my cock in you while you took that toy up your ass . . . though, not gonna lie, I was a little jealous.” “Is there a reason you didn’t want to fuck my ass?” “It was your first time, my piercings would have torn you up.” “Can we still try it sometime?”...

The only thing that scares me is Cam getting injured. I wish things could be different between us. Why did I have to be engaged to such a monster? Why couldn’t it have been us the whole time? Why can’t I have him? He tugs at my pants, and I pull my shirt over my head, then unzip his fly, and grass and dirt stain the knees of his jeans. His hand dives between my legs, and he groans. I’m so needy for him. He swipes his tongue over mine, shoves my back against the wall, and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before.

I’m a feminist until the day I die. I’ve never wanted to play the part of a weak, helpless woman. I’m no damsel in distress. But seeing his torn-up knuckles and thinking about the way he protected me today has turned me into a puddle. He presses himself against my entrance before plunging deep. I gasp as his piercings rub my inner walls just right. “You know that rush when I first push inside you?” I nod as he thrusts. It’s my favorite. “That is worth fighting for. It’s worth bloody knuckles. I will never make you feel the way he did. I will never try to control you or own you. But when my cock is inside you . . . I can’t help but feel like you’re mine.” Instant butterflies. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him close as I swallow down emotion. His gaze brims with the most affectionate possession. When his fingers press into my sides and he works me up and down his length—he’s not fucking me, he’s worshipping me. At this moment, I want to be his more than anything. He pumps inside me, and I can barely hold myself together. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the prick of tears.

“Wrap your legs around me.” I lock my ankles behind his back, and he carries me to his bedroom. Laying me down, he pulls out, kisses up my stomach, then unhooks and chucks my lace bra across the room. His forehead presses to mine while he sinks inside me. My mouth drops open, and the sounds of our bodies moving together is snuffed out. My world goes silent when his eyes bore into mine. Every second pushes me closer to the finish line, and my muscles pull taut. “I’m going to come.” “I know, Sunshine, me too.” His hand slides up my neck, into my tresses, and his tongue skates across my lower lip. I sigh into his mouth. A hand snakes between us, and the way he’s rubbing my clit, his fingers don’t seem to be slowed by the injury to his hand. “That’s it, baby. Let me have you. Cry for me.” And I do. For the next ten seconds, I surrender to him. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, it’s enough to make me jackknife. He pushes me back down on the bed and wraps his hand around my neck. The exchange of power is filled with raw vulnerability. I willingly hand over what Bryan always took without asking. I trust Camden. Irrevocably.

Slowly pulling out, wet and warm, he leaks out of me. He spreads my legs, admiring his handiwork. “Mm.” He pushes his thumb inside me and grabs a tissue to wipe away the excess. Damn. “You wear my cum beautifully.” He lifts the comforter and slides me underneath, climbing behind and wrapping his arms around my stomach, hauling my back to his chest. Thick, cotton sheets cradle us. His lips find my favorite spot between my neck and shoulder, and he rests them there, licking the small sensitive area. He knows exactly what I like.

“The things you said back there—” I say, wanting to know where he stands. “Let’s not talk about it.” “Why?” “I got carried away.” A long, drawn out silence sits between us. He regrets it. He got lost in the moment, coming off an adrenaline rush with Bryan, and I took it for more than it was. I lie there awkwardly. Not knowing how to respond.

I crack open one eye and capture her waist, hauling her into bed. “Did you forget what happened last time you flirted with a guy at Top Shelf? If you wanted me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask.” She rolls her eyes. “Did you forget I’m on my period?” “No.” She spins in my arms to look at me. Her raised eyebrows are all I needed to see. I’m definitely fucking her. I’ve never done it before; the opportunity hasn’t presented itself. But when I was looking up things that relieve cramps, sex was near the top of the list. Sold.

Well, what the fuck? I can be romantic. I think. I bought tampons, didn’t I? I flip a couple pages, skimming the words. It’s spicy, but I’d love to act it out on her. I read to myself as the man in the story porks his girlfriend. Cliffs Notes: he leaves hickies under her tits, rubs figure eights into her clit, puts her legs on his shoulders, fucks her till she screams for mercy, then professes his undying love to her. Piece of cake, I can do that. Well, except for the last one. Oh, and maybe skip the eye-darkening thing—whatever the fuck that means. The only way my eyes darken is getting in a fight and walking away with a black eye. Also, this dude growls at her a whole fuckin’ lot, so I’ll have to take some liberties there.

I massage the backs of her thighs, and she relaxes into the bed. “Have you ever had period sex?” “No.” That makes me happy. “Me either . . . Let me take care of you. I’ll be gentle.” She stares at me for a few seconds, then concedes. “I’m going to get a towel, but I’ve got to deal with some things first.” “Whatever you gotta do.” She hops out of bed and enters the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and I harden. The water turns on and off a few times.

I grab the little reading device and hand it back to her. “Enjoy your book.” Her teeth sink into her full lower lip as she takes it from me. I keep my eyes on her while she reads, occasionally catching a sight of my cock leaving her swollen pussy. Jordan has painted me with streaks of pink and red, and it makes me feel like a caveman. Knowing she’s offering herself to me when she’s fragile and depending on me to make her feel better, makes my chest swell. I get her in ways others haven’t had her. I get her in ways I’ve had no one else. “What part are you on?” “Foreplay.” She reads the section I’ve already read. I push up her sports bra to suck under her breasts. She locks eyes with me when she realizes I’m acting out the scene. I wink at her, and she smiles with her tongue tucked into her cheek. I nip underneath like the author described. She moans, and her hand falls on my shoulder while delicate nails caress me. I’ve felt how hard she can scratch, but she’s soft with me today. I don’t mind it, those fingertips have me hypnotized. I crave her touching me like this. Her chest rises and falls harder. I lick between her breasts and raise my gaze. “Read aloud for me.” She recites from the book, and I grin. Sitting up on my heels, I plant my palms on each of her bent knees and push them apart, and she stammers through the sentence. Now it’s a game for me. My thumb rubs eights into her clit, and her breath catches. I quote the male character with her as she reads. “Such a prett...

She pulls the book away for a moment to watch me, and her blush fades as she’s lost in the moment, her hips rise to meet me. “Fuck,” she whimpers. Her voice is breathy and sexy as hell. “How’s the pain?” “Better.” Nothing feels greater than taking some of her hurt. “Good. Keep going.” She continues the story, and I slide my hands under her calves to bring them to my shoulders. Rising to my knees, I wrap an arm around her legs and raise her up with me, thrusting deeper. Her sentences are flustered and punctuated with moans, cries, and the occasional swear word. “Cam, there’s no way I can keep going with you down there. I can’t focus.” “Try. You want to come don’t you?” “Yes.” I turn my head to kiss the inside of her knee. “Then I guess you better keep reading.” My thumb returns to her clit, and her thighs shake. “You’re being so good for me.” I freestyle that part. I grip her legs, holding her tight as I thrust in and out. Each time I push back inside, it’s harder than the thrust before. She’s so tight, right on the brink of falling apart.

“His pounding is relen—relentless, I’m on fire. His gaze scorches my skin as he offers his heart. ‘I’m so fucking in love with you,’ he growls. I come instantly. Afterward, he drops me down and he snuggles behind me, holding me. And in th-that moment I’m certain my feelings mirror his. There. Don...

The way she grinds against me, she needs more friction. I lower her legs to the bed, leaving the head of my cock notched inside her. I cross one of her legs over and drop to my elbow, rolling her to the side so I can spoon her from behind and push inside. She reaches back, hooking her hand behind my neck for leverage as she rolls her hips. I cover her hand with mine, and my ...

“Say I’m your type.” “What?” I halt my movement. “Say it.” “You’re not, Camden.” I hear the sadness in her voice, and it kills me. She’s lying. “I am. You’ve never been fucked the way I fuck you. And you’re not allowed to come until you admit I’m exactly the type you’ve always needed.” “I don’t wa...

I ease in and out, and it’s agony for both of us. With a patronizing voice, I mock, “What’s the matter, baby? You want to come, is that it? Are you so tense you can hardly stand it?” I add pressure to her clit, level my eyes with her and growl, “Tell me you've felt this with another man. Lie to me, I dare you. I can feel your pussy trying to suffocate me. You fucking love this.” She stills. “Admit I’m your type, and I’ll make you feel so good.” She swallows and shakes her head. That pisses me off. Why won’t she say it? We are great together. “It’s not up to you anymore.” If she won’t accept I’m her type, I’ll prove it to her with the best orgasm she’s ever had. I let my fingers work her clit the way she needs to get off. I know what she likes; I’ve studied her body, her movements, her sounds, everything. I can bring her to the brink in less than a minute. I sit up on an elbow and turn her chin toward me. “Look at me.” Her eyes open, filled with darkness and desire and tears. In the back of my mind, I’m screaming at myself to pull away, to stop. She’s under my skin, burrowed into my soul, and I hate it. Goddamn it, Jordan! Let me be your type! I can’t wait. It’s as if she can hea...

Her fingertips trace my jaw line as she looks up at me, resting her chin on my chest. Damn, I could get used to this. “Three good things,” she says. I smile and slide my hand through her wet hair. For whatever reason, that question makes me weak. “Taking away your pain with my dick? Pretty awesome . . . Seeing my family fawn over you was something. And . . . this.” I pull her up and lock my lips on hers. This time when I kiss her it feels different. It’s not intense like last time after Bryan left. It’s gentle. It’s comfortable and safe. It’s familiar. It’s Jordan. “Could you see us as more than friends?” I ask. “What?” She closes on me. “Dating, being exclusive with each other.” She tucks a hair behind her ear. “I did at one time . . . but I respect your stance on keeping things casual. I don’t want to tie you down. I’m happy with what we have now. This is better.”

So what do you need?” “I don’t want to worry about what happens when I’m not around. I need someone who will kneel at my feet and let everyone know I’m theirs. I need to be their one and only. I’m finally in a good place. I can’t give up my heart for something you want to try out. Especially not with you. You’re my closest friend. It’s too risky.”

However, after a night of sleep—in his arms—I know without a doubt it’s the only place I ever want to be.

I pick up the box I wasn’t allowed to open until Christmas and tear into the cardboard package. Inside is a signed hardcover of the hockey romance he read me over Thanksgiving weekend along with a bag of Sour Patch Kid gummies. The smile on my face grows. I never told him that’s my comfort snack, but he obviously figured it out.

We lock eyes, and she quickens her pace with a growing smile. When we get our hands on each other, I’m astounded by the instantaneous comfort. I wrap her in my arms and dip my face to her neck, breathing her in. I can’t get enough. We rock back and forth. This is my girl. “Fuck, I missed you.” My voice is muffled against her shoulder. “I don’t want to be away from you that long again,” she whispers. “Let me take you home.” She squeezes me tighter and sighs. “I already am.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Because you’re my sunshine.” Jordan pulls back and blinks. “Wait, really?” She bites her lip. Her gaze falls to the book of tattoos. She presses her finger to the moon. “Then I want this one.” She tilts her head to the side, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Yeah . . . it’s fitting.” Her beaming smile warms me when she looks up. “You have this pull. Like the moon does with tides. You’ve helped me through my highs and lows.” I like that. A lot.

“You’re my girl. Let’s go home and get you fucked into bed.”

My sex drive has shot to the moon since I’ve been getting it regularly. Now that I’ve experienced true pleasure, I can’t get enough.

He rubs his fingers over my clit and slides two inside while his dick rests its tip on the tight knot. He pumps faster. I squirm as he sits on his heels, smirking, entertained by my struggle. I gasp for air as he brings me to the edge of orgasm. He’s gotten so familiar with my body he can push me to the brink almost instantaneously. I fist the sheets beneath me, and my ass clenches. “Oh, Sunshine, you need to relax for me.” How? I’m too close to coming, my muscles are as tight as a drum. “I can’t.” He picks up speed and frowns at me. “Aww, what’s the matter?” I can hardly see straight. “You’re going to ma—make me come.” “Not until I say so,” he says. “Do you hear that?” Noticing the wet slapping sound between my legs, I blush. I’m drenched. “You have to slow down.” I shake my head with a tense jaw. “No, no, no, no . . .”

“Fight it, Jordan,” he warns. “I don’t want to.” I groan. He shakes his head. “Your first time coming tonight is going to be with my cock in your ass. Now relax or I’m going to start playing with your clit too.”

“Very good. Don’t forget your colors,” he mutters. The pressure on my ass goes up. My jaw drops open, and my shaky breath exits as he forges ahead. “That’s it . . . Eyes.” I blink open, his gaze overflows with pride, but it’s more than that, it’s respect. The sensation overwhelms me. Our connection seems to throb between us. My heart explodes, and emotion leaks down my face. “Talk to me, Jordan. You okay, baby?” I nod emphatically. “Green.” His smile grows as the first piercing pushes inside. “Ask me nicely for another.” “May I have another rung?” I whimper. He pushes deeper before pausing again, waiting on me. “More?” This feels nothing like the toy did. Another inch. My lashes flutter at the fullness. “Please?” His jaw tics. “Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth. Watching a man who exerts as much control as Camden Teller reveal his weakness, is thrilling. Especially when that weakness is me. I have to ask for each barbell before he gives it to me. Every piercing adds a layer of salaciousness. I’m gorged with him. “It’s a lot,” I hiss. “Did you think that was all of it?” His dark chuckle makes my eyes widen. He adds more lube. “What’s wrong, princess? Can’t take it?” His torment is so sexy. “I’m not a princess. I’m a queen, remember?” “Queens take all of it.” I smile. “Then give me all of it.” A lopsided grin forms, and he pushes my bent knees to my shoulders, so far it burns, then shoves the rest of himself inside. I gasp while he growls. He gave me the crown, that’s f...

He positions the pulsing toy on my clit and covers it with his palm, pushing down, holding it—and me—in place as he drives in and out. My back arches, creating a new sensation of being filled with him. He adds more lube, his ragged heavy breaths match mine. I’m almost there. “Oh my god!” I writhe, my shoulders lift off the bed as abdominal muscles I didn’t even know I had fold me in half. He brings a hand to the base of my neck, forcing me back down. “You may be the queen but look how easily you’re ruled under my hand.”

“You want to act like a snarky little brat, then I’m going to fuck you like one.” Cam grips my chin, parts my lips, and spits inside. Flames lick across my flesh when he lovingly slaps my cheek. “Come on my fingers and say you’re sorry,” he demands.

“Those are mine too,” he says, gesturing to the tears streaming down my face. He tosses the toy aside. “Goddamn, Jordan,” he growls. Bracing himself over me, he drops to his elbows. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. And that’s not even the best thing about you.” His lips brush mine, our kiss is tender and sweet. One hand cups the side of my breast, and he sweeps his thumb across the underside, mindful of my new piercings.

I skate my fingers across the clear plastic bandage over his heart. “This is mine,” I whisper. All mine.

“I’ve got you. You did so well, Jordan.” He showers me in tender kisses. I’m hit with an intense surge of euphoria; a mix of joy, pain, lust, compassion, and vulnerability . . . I burst into tears. Oh god, what is happening? I’m having a crygasm. I’m crymaxing. “I know, baby. I know.” He holds me tighter, and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” My pulse races, panicking that I’m unable to stop the tears. “Nothing’s wrong with you. You’re perfect,” he whispers. After carefully sliding out, he lies on his back and pulls me close. One nipple is pressed to his side; it’s sensitive but doesn’t hurt. He cups behind my right knee and drags it higher. My cheek rests on his chest, and I listen to his heartbeat, the sound settling me. His fingers brush over my tattoo bandage, and I rest my palm on his. We will always have this. The overwhelming sensations mix and bloom in my chest like ink in water. It fills all my colorless voids with bright plumes of pigment. I didn’t know it could feel like this. I’m in love with him.

He begins again, speaking up so I can hear him over the crowd. “I like being around you when I’m home and I miss you when I’m away. I’ve learned love is more than the butterflies in my stomach when I look at you. It’s more than seeing you in my jersey. More than needing you close to me all the time. Love is a quiet trust. It’s familiarity and knowing someone, really knowing who they are deep down. You know me better than I know myself, and I think I know you pretty well too. You admit your faults without fear and accept mine without question. I’m in awe of you every day. I want a life with you in it, not just because of how you make me feel, but because of who you are. Jordan, you are my everything.”

“Someone once said that you know you’ve found that person when you’re willing to put the other person first no matter what. Jordan, you will always come first.” He pauses and winks.

My voice is shaky. “Camden, why are you on your knees?” If this isn’t a proposal, then what the fuck is he doing? Because it sounds like a fucking proposal. He wraps his palms behind my calves and squeezes. “Because I kneel for you.” A smile spreads across his face, and I swear I melt into a puddle. “You wanted people to see this side of me, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m leaving my ego at the door. You are my queen, and I will kneel for you every day. You aren’t a quiet girlfriend on the side, you’re center ice.” Oh my God.

He opens the ring box, revealing a Ring Pop. I start laughing, and he chuckles along with me. “Come on, Sunshine . . . When are you finally going to admit I’m exactly your type? That day at the coffee shop was the beginning of our journey, and little did I know it would lead to where we are now. But I’m so happy it did.” I sniffle and nod. “You’re so my type.” He slides the candy ring onto my pinkie, it’s the only finger it fits on, and rests his hands on the sides of my thighs. The memory of Cam removing my old ring in the coffee shop flashes in my mind. I told him I’d rather Bryan had proposed with a Ring Pop than the massive diamond. It makes my heart clench thinking about us exchanging real rings someday. Tell him. “I love you,” I say.