The Hopeful Bride

Troy

Fuck. Lisa deserved a raise.

He was currently sitting in one of the armchairs after having showered down the hall in one of the guest bedrooms. He changed into a comfortable grey shirt and green flannel long sleeve. His jeans were a bit tighter but not unbearable. He'd taken care of his raging hard-on in the shower after making sure Gabriella was all set. It didn't take him long to get off. All he needed to think about was her perfect round tits.

Tits he really wanted to shove his cock between and come all over, but of course, he didn't tell her that. For now, it was better if he kept his desires quiet. His head tilted back as the memory of her taste on his tongue made his jaw clench. The way her body arched up sending her breast up tempting his hands.

Later. He would strip her down and worship those tits properly. The sound of a hairdryer sounded from the bathroom. Ten minutes later she came out of the bathroom.

Her hair hung loose now around her shoulders. She wore a light pink silk top and a pair of blue jeans. Simple. Easy. Gorgeous.

"Do I look okay for dinner?"

"You look amazing."

A small flush crept onto her cheeks, "God this is awkward."

He shifted in his seat, watching her closely. "Why?"

She shrugged. "Doesn't all this feel fast to you? Not that I have any regrets about earlier, nothing like that. It's just... most girls wouldn't do something like this."

"Clearly you're not like most girls." He watched her fidget with her fingers. He didn't really know what she wanted from him. The whole mail order arrangement worked when people didn't spend months deciding if they wanted to get married or not. It works when there's no time to second guess. It works when both people are willing to roll the dice.

"I'm sure as fuck not like most guys." He offered. "I didn't want the bullshit of dating anyone. Told Lisa what I wanted and she sent you. Pretty cut and dry, I pay off your student loans and promise to take care of you. You promise to be my lawfully wedded wife."

"Really romantic isn't it?" She said with a small frown.

"If you want romance Gabriella?" He snorted. "I think you signed up for the wrong gig."

She shrugged. "You were romantic earlier." She looked down at light blue flats. A change from the boots she arrived in.

He stood and made his way towards her. "Don't expect it from me often. I don't think I'm capable of it." He didn't let himself give into the smile he felt just yet. "I got you a ring."

"Really?"

"What kind of husband do you take me for?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He handed it to her and watched as she took it cautiously. "It's a ring sweetheart, it's not gonna bite you."

"I know that," she shot him an annoyed look. "Troy, this is a moment. And it's one I'm gonna remember every time I see this ring on my finger even if you picked it without knowing what I look like."

"Oh." Was all he could say as he watched her brown eyes explode into a hazelnut cream when she opened the box. A gold band set with an 8 carat colorless solitaire.

She slid it on her finger. A perfect fit.

"I know it's not practical, and you don't have to wear it everyday. Feel free to stuff it away in a drawer. But I know this shit is important to women and well, you're my woman so it's important to me."

Her smile pulled and in an instant she wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling him down to her lips and making a meal out of him. Not that he would ever complain about his woman taking her pleasure whenever and wherever. The action just caught him off guard.