“Fuck, sweetheart.” He withdrew his finger and dived between her legs. He sucked off her juices until she quivered and dug her nails into his biceps.
As he slid up her body, he held her stare. “You didn’t last long.”
“I’ve wanted you for hours.”
“I can tell, and I fucking love it. I never want you holding back from me.”
“Oh, Oz.” She leaned up to kiss him. “I’ve never held back from you my entire life. Why should I now?”
She reached for his waistband and molded his jeans to his hard cock. She stroked it outside of his clothes for several seconds, but soon he grew too restless and shucked his garments.
With lights of love playing in her eyes, she rolled him onto the sheets and settled atop him. Thighs splayed for him, she rode her clit over the ridge of his cock, pressing up over the mushroomed head and back down again.
“Can you get off this way?” he grated out, guiding her with his palms on her full ass.
Her soft squeak of bliss was all the answer he needed. Lying back and watching her use him gave him a thrill unlike any he knew, even from finding missing people or saving them. Rose really had consumed his life and his happiness came from the light she gave off in her own life for him.
“Oz!” She shuddered as her second peak hit. Rubbing frantically on his length, she took all she needed.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” he groaned out. He gripped his erection and angled it upward for her to slide down.
Ecstasy seared through his shaft, balls, and the rest of his body. He flattened her down over him for a kiss and rolled at the same time. Pinning her with his thighs, he began to undulate his hips, sinking deep, and then fucking her in shallow pulses. Her juices bathed him, and his senses fogged with sensation.
As his own orgasm began to race up from the base of his spine, he gripped her hands and trapped them over her head. “Come with me,” he commanded.
A few more churns of his hips and she stiffened. When he felt her sail over the cliff, he followed. Jets of cum filled her body, and in the back of his mind he wondered if she’d ever consider getting pregnant again so he could see her full with his child.
He collapsed with a chuckle. Rose’s chest heaved for air, and he half rolled off to give her space, keeping his cock buried in her still pulsating depths.
“What’s funny?” she rasped.
“I just thought that if you ever agree to get pregnant again, you could have another set of twins.”
She thumped him in the shoulder. “Not funny, Oz.”
Laughing, he reluctantly pulled out of her body and drew her into the ring of his arms. “We can negotiate on that later. But right now, I have a more serious question for you.”
She turned her gaze onto his, the blue depths hitting him with full force. His heart gave a quick patter. “What is it?”
“Would you marry me?”
She sucked in a quick gasp. “Are you serious right now?”
He gave a grave nod. “I love you more every minute I draw air. And what kind of example am I showing our sons by not marrying their mom?”
“The most important reason is that you want to marry me.”
“I do.”
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. “Then yes.” A grin split her features. “My dad will be happy he finally gets to walk me down the aisle.”
“Is he going to call me out on all this?”
“Yup.” Her eyes danced. “But mostly he’ll just be happy for us all finding each other.”
He squeezed her close and kissed her forehead. “The minute you told me about the boys, all this love poured into me. I didn’t even know them, but there it was, flooding me.”
She nodded and rested a hand on his pec. “I know the feeling. It’s what happens to parents.”
His throat tightened, and he couldn’t speak for long minutes. Finally, he shifted his stare to her again. “I meant what I said about you joining us, Rose. We need people like you.”
“Am I being officially recruited?” The corners of her eyes crinkled with amusement.
“Yes. But I don’t want you to feel pressured either. I know your life has been devoted to being a JAG.”
“I have some more thinking to do on the matter, but I have to tell you…” She trailed off.
“What?” he prompted.
She roused from her deep thoughts. “I like the thought of doing more good with The Guard. There are plenty of people ready to step into my shoes and defend Naval officers. But not everyone gets to do real good in the world like you do.”
“All those years I spent in training for the time to find you, Rose. Sounds corny, but I’m damn glad I possess these skills now.”
A soft smile crept over her face, and she cupped his jaw. “I can’t help but feel Fate has a sense of humor. Throwing me into your path.”
“I would have preferred a less dangerous way to get you back.” He flexed his arms, drawing her closer again. He palmed her ass. “What do you say about doing that thing you did again?”
“What thing?” She raised her head.
“Rubbing yourself on me until you came. It was fucking hot.”
A shiver passed down her spine. With a smile all for him, she slung her thigh over his and poised over his already hard length. “Like this?” She tested him with a slow grind of her hips.
He issued a rough groan. “Just like that.”
“Mmm.” She leaned in to kiss him, and they were lost to each other for a long time.
Epilogue
Oz watched Rose flip between screens on the massive technological setup. All her focus centered on the work before her, so she didn’t hear him when he approached from behind. As he leaned in to nuzzle her throat, she twisted her head.
“Hello to you too,” she crooned, slipping a hand up to cradle his cheek.
“Have I told you how much I love having you close by me?”
“Several times.” She turned into his arms, tipping her head up for his kiss.
He brushed his mouth across hers, allowing his lips to linger on hers for several heartbeats. The boys were back in school with a full-time guard posted on them. While he missed them like hell, he was happy to have Rose anytime he wanted.
She pulled back from the kiss and smiled. “I’m never going to have this intel in time for Roman if you don’t let me work, Oz.”
“Mm, you’re right. Okay, I’ve got things to do too. I’ll leave you to it. But as soon as I get you home…” He twitched a brow at her.
A pink flush rose in her cheeks, reminding him how he loved making her scream his name. “I’ll be thinking of that all day.”
As he stepped away from her, their linked hands stretched. He gave her one last squeeze and then shot her a wink. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”
Her smile lingered with him as he walked out and through the church.
“Father.”
Oz turned at the nickname to see Lars seated in one of the pews. With his head bowed and the low tone of his voice, Oz could guess at an internal struggle in his friend.
He stepped into the pew and edged down to the center where Lars slumped. Oz sank to the polished wood seat. “What’s going on, friend?”