The Makeover (17 page)

“What? You’re not going to say anything to her after all the shit she put you through?”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” He backed away from them. “I’m leaving. See you
tomorrow.”

Ben gave a disgruntled nod. “Meet you at Jeff and Max’s place at three.”

Greg looked to the women, still off kilter about seeing Daria again so unexpectedly. Somehow, he’d never expected to run into her again. She didn’t like his friends and she hadn’t formed any lasting friendships when they were together. He didn’t know what he should be feeling in the moment, but all he was conscious of was the awkwardness of the moment. He ran a nervous hand over his hair, falling back into the old habit, forgetting in the moment that he’d maintained the shorter cut that Mykal had chosen for him. Clearing his throat to cover his embarrassment, he mumbled, “Um, Meg, Dare, good seeing you again.” Daria opened her mouth as though to speak but he didn’t hang around to hear what she would say.

***

Mykal
led Greg to her bedroom. His mouth was hot and insistent on hers as they fell onto the mattress, limbs tangled. He explored her body with warm, hungry hands. She was relieved that he’d returned to his normal self. When he’d met her in the kitchen, he’d been distracted and for a while she’d feared he’d changed his mind about leaving the party. On the drive home, he’d remained quiet and pensive. She didn’t know what had occurred in the short time they’d been separated to cause his sudden mood shift. But he was definitely with her mentally now.

She moaned as he trailed open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat and settled on a particularly sensitive spot.
She liked that she no longer had to encourage him to be more forceful. He knew what she liked and he was determined to please her. She arched into his hands as he sought to remove her dress. Likewise, she attacked the fastening of his pants. She wanted to feel his skin against hers.

Greg rose to his knees. In a swift motion, he yanked his shirt over his head and undid his jeans. Mykal inhaled at the sight of his powerful shoulders and hard stomach.
His cock was a thick bulge pressing eagerly against his briefs, visible through the gap created by his open fly. He helped her out of her dress, maneuvering it over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in only lace panties. He stood only long enough to shove his jeans to the floor before falling over her again.

Mykal opened her thighs for him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he rubbed his erection over her clit. “Oh, Greg,” she moaned. He kissed her, his tongue plunging deep. She slid her fingers into his hair.

His hips thrust against hers without regard to the fact that they both still wore their underwear.
Mykal wrapped her legs around his waist and moved in concert with his motions. Groaning, Greg broke their kiss to work his way down her body, stopping to worship her breasts with his hands, lips, teeth, and tongue until her fingers were fisting in his short hair. Electrical pulses zoomed from her breasts and straight to her pussy.

When he spread her thighs and would have used his mouth on her, she stopped him. “No.” She cupped his face. After practically a week without him, she was too close and she wanted to come with the feel of him stretching her open.
“I want you now.”

Nodding, Greg reached for her nightstand drawer. Again, she stopped him, her hand covering h
is before he could retrieve a condom. Greg gave her a confused look. “What’s wrong?” he panted. “Did we use the last one?”

She bit her lip, suddenly shy. “No. I need to tell you something.”

He gave her a pained expression. “And it can’t wait?”

“It’s a special surprise. While you were away, I saw my doctor…and I got a prescription for birth control.”

His eyes widened before his normally pale blue irises darkened with passion. “Oh, Mykal,” he ground out. He kissed her roughly even as he gripped the delicate lace of her panties and shoved them down her hips. She helped him with his briefs,
bending her knees until she could grasp his waistband with her toes. He rolled to the side to rid them both of their final item of clothing.

And then there was nothing between them. Supporting himself on one arm, Greg stroked the tip of his erection between her moist folds, teasing her clit before he notched the tip at her opening. Groaning, he pushed slowly forward. “You feel so damn good. Better than I ever imagined.”

She followed his gaze down their intertwined bodies to where they were joined and whimpered. “Hurry.”

He shook his head. “I’ve waited a long time for this. I will not be rushed. I want to savor you.” He slid a fraction of an inch forward before pulling out and slowly driving deeper before stopping and repeating the process.

“You’re driving me crazy.” She moved restlessly beneath him, lifting her hips to him.

He emitted a husky laugh. “Now you know how you make me feel all the damn time.” He sat up so that
her thighs were draped over his and he could better control her movements. Fortunately, he didn’t make her wait long. Groaning as he penetrated her to the hilt, his eyelids lowered to half-mast, his glittering irises shielded by his thick lashes. “
Fuck
, that’s amazing,” he said, his voice deep and guttural.

Mykal wrapped her legs around his waist and braced her hands against the headboard as he slowly rocked into her. Being possessed by him was a pleasurable burn. As his thick cock burrowed deeper, stretching her walls, she swore she could feel every vein and every contour. To know that they were skin to skin, that he was bare inside of her, was in and of itself an aphrodisiac. The thought of him coming inside of her made her quiver. Moaning, she undulated her body beneath his.

Greg stroked the back of his hand over her cheek in a light touch before feathering his fingers over her tight nipples, causing her to gasp. Her pussy contracted over his cock and his jaw tightened. He cupped both her breasts and tugged on her nipples until she moaned. “Greg,
please
.”

Nodding, he gripped her hip with one hand while continuing to play with her nipples with the other. Up to this point, he’d merely been sliding in and out of her. Now, he began to thrust more forcefully. Again and again, he pumped into her with enough force to lift her off the mattress. Mykal writhed as he found her g-spot. “Oh, God, Greg, don’t stop!” Her toes curled as he pounded into her in response.

“Come for me, Mykal.” He slid his thumb over her clit and then pinched it between two fingers. Sucking her breath at the sudden sensation, Mykal’s pussy convulsed around his plunging shaft. The orgasm was swift and intense. With a grunt, Greg dropped onto extended arms, caging her in. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder and fucked her as though he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t thrust fast enough. “I’m going to cum, Mykal. Gonna fill you up with my cum.”

She cried out, unbelievably on the cusp of another orgasm. She could feel Greg growing thicker and harder inside of her. Clawing at the pillow under her head, she fucked herself on his shaft.

Groaning her name, Greg came. He
plunged into in a series of hard, uncontrolled jerks. His cock swelled and pulsed, filling her with heat. It seemed to go on and on while Greg continued to fuck into her, seemingly unable to stop. Mykal tossed back her head as another orgasm rolled up from deep in her belly.

After a long moment during which he seemed to be frozen with pleasure, Greg roused enough to allow her leg to slip from his shoulder. He lowered himself over her and embraced her. Panting, Greg buried his face in her neck. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Smiling, she whispered, “I love you.”

Greg stopped breathing. He slowly lifted himself and pressed his forehead against hers so that he filled her vision. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

His eyes glittered with moisture before he closed them.
He ran his hands up her arms and linked their fingers together beside their heads. “Marry me.”

Mykal gasped.

Greg opened his eyes. His pale blue irises shone silver with tears. “Marry me,” he said again.

Vision blurring, she whispered, “Yes.” She lifted her mouth to his.

Chapter Twelve

Emma Cooper sighed and put down her fork. “Out with it.”

“What?” Mykal asked, but she had a hard time suppressing the perpetual grin she’d been wearing since last night.

Her father wiped his mouth with his napkin. “You fidgeted throughout the entire church service. You’re practically dancing in your chair. Something has made you very happy. What’s going on?”

Mykal glanced across the table at Tania, who she’d invited to their family Sunday dinner. “Greg proposed.”

Emma and Tania squealed. Tania raced around the table to hug her. “When did this happen? After the party?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“What sort of man proposes on Halloween?” her father asked. “And where is he? Why didn’t he come to dinner with you?”

Ex
tracting herself from her friend’s arms, Mykal turned to her father. “He had previous plans today or he would have come.” She didn’t bother to mention that he was gaming with friends. For Greg, gaming was fun but also serious business. “And he didn’t intend to propose last night. It just happened. If it makes you feel better, he immediately apologized.”

Davis Cooper grunted, but then he added, “He seemed like a good boy. I could tell that he was quite smitten with you. I’m happy for you, baby.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“I’m volunteering to be your maid of honor,” Tania said, taking her seat again.

“We haven’
t even picked a date, but you’ve definitely got the job when the time comes.”

“Wedding dress shopping,” her mother said in a dreamy tone. If there was one thing she inherited from her mother, it was the love of shopping.

As talk turned to dress, hair, nails, cakes, and wedding decorations, Davis groaned. “Lord, help me. I hope the wedding will be soon. I don’t know how many of these conversations I can sit through.”

Emma’s eyes widened, her expression scandalized. “I will not have my daughter getting married at some poorly, planned slipshod wedding. Besides, people will assume she’s in the family way
if we rush things.”

“Mom, who calls it the ‘family way’ anymore?”

“I do. And so do many of your older relatives.”

“Well, you can assure them that I am not pregnant.”

“Excellent. I’m thinking next fall. Summer is too soon.
”

Mykal met Tania’s gaze across the dinner table. If she let her
, she knew her mother would take control of her wedding. “Mom, we can’t make any plans without Greg,” she informed her as a delay tactic, fully aware that Greg would probably agree to whatever she wanted. That was just the type of guy he was. He was giving and kind. If she was happy, then he was happy.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean we can’t brainstorm.”
Emma sipped her tea, wiped her mouth, and then stood. “Davis, you can handle the cleanup. The girls and I have some research to do. Come on, girls.”

Mykal’s eyes widened. A chance to skip kitchen cleanup?
Taking a final sip of her own tea, she joined her mother. It wouldn’t hurt to do a few internet searches.

***

Greg bounced the basketball and then squinted up at the net. He smiled as it occurred to him that Mykal would be shocked to see him, outside with a basketball in his hands instead of a game controller. Sweat rolled down his temple. He threw the ball and missed, but he was satisfied to have even connected with the rim. Ben caught the rebound and made an easy layup. The two of them were paired together against Jeff and Max. When they played, Ben always chose him as his teammate. He wasn’t a great player by any definition, but he was better than Jeff or Max.

Ben bounced the ball from one hand to the other, stalling to give them all time to regain their breath. “So why didn’t you rip into Daria last night? It would have been the perfect opportunity. Please, don’t tell me you’re still hung up on her.”

“I’m not. I just didn’t expect to see her there.” He wiped the sweat from his brow with the edge of his shirt.

“Wish I had seen her,” said Max. “I would have let her have it.”

Greg appreciated the support, but Max became tongue-tied around beautiful women. “So are you seeing her friend?” he asked Ben.

“Working on it,” he said, scowling at Jeff who’d moved in front of him, arms in the air, blocking Ben from taking a shot.
It was a comical sight because even with his arms up, Jeff wasn’t really tall enough to effectively block Ben. Ben easily moved around him and tossed the ball into the net. Greg managed to catch it as it flowed through the net. He backed up as Max came after him.

“If I do start seeing her, is that going to be a problem?”

“Why would it be?”

“She’s not close friends with Daria, but they do hang occasionally.”

He tossed the ball back to Ben. “I told you, I’m over her. I proposed to Mykal last night.”

His friends froze, all of them staring at him in shock. “You’re serious?” Max asked.

“Yeah.”

Ben tossed the basketball through the hoop
easily due to Jeff’s inattentiveness. “When did this happen?”

“Last night.”

Ben laughed so hard, he almost didn’t catch the ball. “On Halloween?”

Feeling his face heat, Greg replied somewhat defensively, “It just
…sort of happened.”

“Man, she must be something in the sack,” Ben said, bouncing the ball. “I’ve heard of guys blurting
‘I love you,’ but I don’t think I’ve heard of anyone spontaneously proposing.”