Worth It (Damie)

Part 28

A/N: Thank you for your patience, a lot has happened since the last update, but most importantly I graduated from my masters program! I'm grateful for all your love and support for both this story and my personal life. You guys are the best, I'll never take it for granted! As all of us are Fifty fans in some form, please note this story is for mature audiences and this chapter is quite mature, but I had more than one of you (dirty) girls ask me when this was happening ;) so here we are! Enjoy!

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I wake to the feel of Dakota's soft kisses on my neck, her warm body pressed flesh against mine. I smirk, slipping my hand around her waist to cup her bare ass and give it a gentle squeeze.

She giggles and trails her lips up over my cheek and to my mouth. I open my tired eyes into her gleeful blues.

"Good morning, beautiful," I mutter against her lips.

"Good morning, fiancé." She scrunches her nose with a wide smile before dropping her lips to my chest.

"I could get used to this," I say, resting both arms under my head to prop myself up.

She runs her tongue across my abs to my happy trail. "I'm going to make the best wife."

"There was never a doubt in my mind, baby."

"And you're already perfect for me. In all ways." She strokes my dick, and I can't help bucking my hips. We made love over and over last night, but neither of us can get enough.

"Are you sore?" I ask.

She raises an eyebrow, licking the tip before shaking her head. "Worth it."

"Then ride me."

She smirks, sitting up to straddle my hips and center my dick at her folds. She sinks down as we both drown in our engagement glow.

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After a lovely wake up call, Dakota and I find ourselves laughing over breakfast. She's in the mood to go outdoors today, and despite wanting to stay cuddled with her by the fire, I agree that I don't want to waste this trip by neglecting the snow that's continued to fall since our arrival.

I don't miss the little ways her ring glistens under the skylight or the clink it makes when she slips her plate into the sink. The white gold band with a halo of diamonds around a square-cut 1.5-carat stunner—I'd done pretty fucking good if I said so myself. It's beauty only amplified by the woman wearing it.

Dakota pours herself another cup of coffee, the ring catching my eye again as she wraps her hands around the ceramic. She's really going to marry me.

"I'm going to call Mom," she says. "I can't wait until we get back."

I grin. "Okay, baby."

She leans up to kiss me quick then steps away to use her phone. I take care of wiping down the counters as to not leave any sort of mess Mel will have to pay a crew to clean up.

"Hi, Mama," Dakota says.

"Hi, Coqui." Mel's voice fills the space—she has her on FaceTime.

"I have something to show you," Dakota goes on.

"Well, let me see then!" I chuckle at Mel's pretending.

Dakota is standing by the French doors and I watch as she holds her hand up to show her mom. They both squeal over one another.

"Oh my God, baby girl. You're getting married!"

Dakota giggles. "I am, Mama. To the best man in the entire universe." She turns to wink at me.