Say You're Mine: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Southport Love Stories Book 4) by Sarah Brooks (books for 6 year olds to read themselves .txt) 📕

Then, all while looking at me, he grabbed his cock and started stroking it. Up and down.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped as he began to pump more rapidly.

I unbuttoned my jeans and reached into my underwear, finding myself drenched. “I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers, Sky. I want to watch you come,” Robert groaned, fisting his cock.

We stared at each other, moaning in unison as we masturbated. It was the single most erotic experience of my life. And when I came, he did too.

“Jesus,” I sighed, my legs jelly.

Robert cleaned himself up and joined me on the couch, pulling me into his arms. “Did you like it?” he asked, sounding unsure.

I turned in his arms and kissed him. “Fucking hell, it was incredible.”

I felt Robert relax and then he began to kiss me again. “Shall we go to the bedroom?” he asked against my mouth.

“Absolutely.”

“I love you, Skylar. Thank you for accepting me,” Robert said, his eyes suddenly full.

“You don’t have to thank me. I love you, Rob. I love every part of you. I’m only sorry you ever doubted that.”

Robert lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bedroom where he laid me down and worshiped my body all night long.

And as we drifted off to sleep I knew that he was mine forever.

Doubt would never shadow my heart again.

Epilogue

Skylar

One year later

“We’re going to be late,” I shouted into the bathroom.

“I’m almost ready.” Robert peeked his head around the shower curtain and gave me a saucy grin. “Unless you want to join me, then we might be a little late.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

I walked over to him and kissed him. He made as if to pull me into the shower and I squealed, escaping his grasp. “Don’t you dare, Jenkins.” I wagged my finger in his direction. “Seriously though, Meg will have a fit if we’re late to Clara’s christening.”

“You’re the one who kept me naked all morning,” Rob reminded me. My belly grew warm at the memory of how we spent hours in our bed, not coming up for air.

Even after a year together I still couldn’t get enough of him. I wondered if I’d always have this desperate desire to be with him all the time. I looked down at the gorgeous diamond ring on my left hand and knew, without a doubt, I would. I expected to feel these butterflies for the rest of my life.

Once Robert was out of the shower and dressed, we loaded Edgar up in the back of the car so we could drop him off at Mr. Sheehan’s.

“You look gorgeous,” Robert murmured as he pulled me close, kissing me deeply.

“You look pretty awesome yourself,” I replied, smacking him on the butt as he went around to the driver’s side. My best friend had given birth two months ago to her and Adam’s second child. Today was baby Clara’s christening and all of our friends would be there. I hadn’t told any of them that Robert had proposed, mostly because he had only asked last night. But I knew the massive rock on my hand would give it away.

We pulled up in front of Mr. Sheehan’s house. He came out to greet us, opening his arms to my dog. “Howdy neighbors!” he called out.

“Hey there, Charles,” Robert said. He and Mr. Sheehan had gotten quite friendly since Robert had moved in six months ago. He had taken to calling the older man by his given name. I couldn’t do it. He’d always be Mr. Sheehan to me.

A few minutes later we were on our way to the church in town. “Do you think we should have an engagement party?” I asked.

“You know our friends love any excuse to have a party. I say, why not,” Robert exclaimed with a smile. He grinned a lot these days. “Mom’s looking forward to seeing the ring for herself this weekend. She’s only seen it in pictures,” he went on.

“I can’t wait to see her and Sam. I think we should have both of them down for Christmas this year instead of going to them,” I suggested. “Jill too if she’s comfortable with it.”

Sam was still with his girlfriend, but she continued to be very shy, though she was warming up slowly.

Robert took my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” He turned down a street and drove slowly past his old house. The ‘For Sale’ sign had been replaced with one that read ‘Sold.’

We knew almost immediately after we got back together that we wanted to move in together, but there was the question of whose house. We continued to keep our own places for the first six months when it got to a point that we couldn’t stand it any longer.

Robert was the one who insisted he sell his and we stay in my house.

“But yours is bigger,” I said, though inwardly I was overjoyed. I loved my house. I had put so much love into it that the thought of selling was painful.

“Sure, it’s bigger, but it’s just a house to me. Your house is special to you. It means something. And I love it. It’s perfect for us. And for Edgar,” Robert reasoned.

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m completely sure. I’ll make a tidy profit now that the house prices have gone up so much in town,” Robert went on.

He was right. Property in Southport had shot up with the opening of the new shops and restaurants in the development Tiffany Hardwell used to own. She had to sell it to settle her massive tax bill to the government once her shady dealings finally came out. She had avoided jail time but instead had to sell off most of her properties, including the Carmichael house in Southport.

I had been worried that now that Robert couldn’t dangle her tax evasion over her