~Completed~ Ransom Dryesdale had been best friends with Bentley Reynolds's older twin brother Archer since they were babies. Their moms have been friends since childhood and their dads since college. They were always close, all three of them. Ransom...
He slams me against the closed door, lips on mine as his hands come up and under my dress, pulling it up and over my head, leaving me in the matching black bra and panty set and my heels. He groans, drinking in the sight of me.
I push him back against the opposite wall, my hands on his belt, undoing it with expert fingers , pulling it from his suit pants and flinging it across the room, my hands already working on ridding him of his pants and boxer briefs, leaving him bare from the waist down. I rip his suit jacket from him and his white dress shirt follows, leaving him in his white under-tank top and nothing else.
He picks me up and my legs go around him, locking me in place and I cry out in need as his hard cock teases my heat. He takes me to his bedroom and throws us both onto his bed, covering my body with his as he took his time removing my panties, dragging them down my legs tantalizingly slow. I whine and he smiles up at me before ripping them from my body and coming up to do the same to my bra, leaving me completely bare before him.
I make to take my heels off but he moves my hand away. "Leave them on. It's hotter." I only smirk in response. He thrusts into me and I cry out. God, I had forgotten how big he was. He has me a quivering mess in no time, something that only he seems to be able to do, teetering on the edge of release as Ransom rams into me one final time, and has me cumming around him as I saw stars. He follows close behind.
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We were laying in his bed, my head on his chest. "So..." I say.
"So?" he asks.
"I've been wanting to ask you something for a week but obviously there hasn't been a right time."
"And now is?"
"Are you referring to post-sex or because we're alone?" I ask.
"Either."
"Eh, I finally feel like I can ask." I say.
"Ok, shoot."
"What did you and my dad talk about that day at the hospital?" He freezes, his hand pausing briefly where it was rubbing my arm.
"Oh, nothing."
"Really? Huh, that's weird."
"How so?" He's panicking, I can hear it in his voice.
"Well I could've sworn I saw something in your pants when you came back out," he smirks, wagging his eyebrows at me. "Oh grow up." I laugh. "It was something box shaped."
"It was nothing."
"Well nothing fell out of your suit jacket when I threw it off of you tonight and it looked an awful lot like the box my Grandma's engagement ring is in."
"So you saw?"
"Yeah. But I want you to know that there's no pressure from me for you to ask. Whenever you're ready."
"Will you say yes?" he asks, his voice small. It was in moments like this, when we were alone and completely vulnerable that I could see just how much his family ostracizing him had hurt him.
"When you're ready to ask, I think you'll know my answer." I say before he rolls over me, pinning me beneath him for round two.
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It's two in the morning and I wake up to a noise coming from the living room. I throw my panties on and grab one of Ransom's shirts from his dresser.
I walk into the living room and can see lights coming from outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Ransom's backyard. I step outside and lights have been strung from the trees, bathing the yard in a warm yellow light. Hanging from the lights I see pictures of me and Ransom over the years, from us naked in a tub with Archer as really little kids (that made me laugh) to the picture our mothers insisted we took on our very awkward first date in high school, to the posey ones from prom. They were all there, laid out beautifully. The various vacations our families took together over the years before shit happened. It was perfect.
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And standing in the middle of the madness, was Ransom, with sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and no shirt, revealing his toned abs.
"What is all this?" I ask. He smiles and slides down onto one knee. "What are you doing?" My eyes go big.
"Would you calm down so you can find out?" I nod and he continues. "Bentley, I've been in love with you since we were thirteen. You had just nailed Bobby Par during the dodgeball game in gym class, right in the junk for a comment he made about my awful haircut and I knew in that moment it was going to be you that I was going to marry. The years following weren't always so kind to us but everything we went through, and the people we back, eventually led us back to each other. Now that I've got you back, I never want to lose you again. So will you humor me and give me your answer?"
"You need ask the question douchebag." I laugh, tears in my eyes.
" Bentley Eliza Reynolds, will you marry me?"
"Yes!" I say, completely in tears now as he slides my grandma's ring on my finger and kisses me, spinning me around as we enjoy this moment of utter bliss.
