Page 117 of Blissful Devotion

She holds two mugs, one out to me.

I didn’t even notice.

Damn. I need to get it together.

“I’m great, Kitten.” I take the mug she holds halfway between us, no doubt having offered it to me while I was… distracted, before I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead.

“Are the little ones asleep?” I ask, hoping to change the subject. I can’t lie to her; I won’t, so I need her to drop it before I spoil more than the fact that she makes me hard as fuck.

“No thanks to you.” We turn to see Vince coming down the main staircase with a fake-ass grumpy look on his face that melts away when Kat sets her mug on the table and moves around the couch to meet him.

He hooks his arm around her waist and hauls her up into his arms. Her legs go around his waist on instinct, and their lips crash together as if pulled by an invisible force.

Wow, just like that, I’m hard again.

Vince manages to pull himself away, which is a feat in and of itself; he doesn’t put her down, instead carrying her back to the couch, where he drops down so she straddles him.

Damn, how is everything she does hot?

I adjust myself, and her eyes flick to the movement before they dart up to meet my gaze. She doesn’t even try to hide the hunger in them, and fuck knows I can’t.

“Want to unwrap a present early? Have you been a good girl?” I waggle my brows at her as I palm my cock through my jeans, and she sinks her teeth into the plush bottom lip in the way that drives me crazy.

A smack to the back of my head ruins the moment and leaves Kat trying to hide her chuckle as Alex drops onto the couch beside Vince and plucks her from his lap to sit on his.

“She’s always a good girl,” he says, leaning in so that he’s speaking right in her ear, his voice low and his meaning clear.

“Oh, it’s okay for you but not me?” I joke, or half-joke, as I fall into the armchair, flipping him off.

“It’s not okay for anyone. It’s movie night. Keep your libido in check,” Father says as he comes into the room with a large bowl of ‘reindeer chow,’ which sounds weird but might be better than her cookies.

I swear she’s like a goddess in the kitchen; I just need to get these kids somewhere one of these days and convince her to cook me something in just that apron…

“You're one to talk. I’m pretty sure you're the one who couldn’t control yourself last time.” The look my father levels Oliver with would make lesser men shit themselves.

He’s not wrong, though. Father caved first last time, and honestly, it might have been a loss in terms of who caved first, but sinking into that hot, tight pussy could never really be a bad thing.

“Fuckkk,” I toss my head back with a groan and adjust… again. “Start the damn movie before I break the record for how fast we lose.” Kat laughs, the sound so full of life that I can’t help smiling with her and the rest of them, even if it is at my expense.

She’s out before we even get ten minutes in, and as much as I might have wanted to fuck her, I know she needs the sleep. It’s been a long few days, and while it was all good things, I can’t help but worry about her.

We all do; always will.

And honestly, just because she’s sleeping doesn’t mean I can’t fuck her; thank God for that big ass bed.

Our family pictures turned out perfect. Kat had gushed about them and hung them all over the house.

Which is why we had the same photographer come out tonight, though she’s been instructed to blend in for this.

Everyone is on edge, either from nerves or memories of this time last year, but we won’t let that happen again.

No, this is going to change everything; today we’ll override those memories with the memory of Kat agreeing to be our wife.

My queen.

We’d rented an Après Skate Chalet for the day and booked the rest of them so they will be empty and we could properly propose.

We’d also donated fifty million dollars to Speyer for the tree lighting ceremony, though I’m sure it didn’t do as much as our friendship.