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  Never in a million years did she dream that Brandon would reciprocate her love, but he did. She could feel it in the way he touched her, looked at her, and spoke to her. A switch had been flipped and now the carefree man she knew had become her greatest protector. It was enough to make her belly flop.

  “Why aren’t you sleeping, Delish?” His voice rumbled from behind her.

  Delilah snuggled back into him, enjoying the feel of his hard shaft nestled between their bodies. The muscular arm that had been draped over her, moved lower to seek out her most intimate folds.

  “Hmmmm… you’re ready for me,” The sound of pride in his deep voice made her shudder as she moved her hips against him and ran her hand up his strong arm. His other arm moved to hold his body up as he began raining kisses along her shoulders, making sure not to miss the sensitive area where her neck and shoulder met.

  His inquisitive fingers moved further into her delicate folds and two slid deep inside where she craved it most. Mimicking the movements of love making, he slowly inserted his fingers all the way and then took them away. Delilah moaned at the new feeling. With her legs in this position, she felt very full. She wasn’t sure that she would be able to accommodate his much larger cock.

  “Move your leg up over my thigh,” he directed as his fingers continued to drift in and out and his thumb began to strum on her clit.

  At this point, Delilah was desperate to get some relief. He played her body with such expertise that she was willing to do anything he asked. The pleasure continued to build as he masterfully stroked her and she moved her body chasing her illusive climax.

  She knew that he was enjoying it, as his breathing was rough next to her skin. He groaned as her passage rippled around his thick fingers, trying to draw them in deeper. Along her buttocks and back, she could feel the evidence of his desire leaking from him and painting her.

  Then, suddenly, he pulled his fingers out. “What? No! Put them back!” Delilah cried as she tried to bring his hand back and insert them herself.

  Brandon gave a little laugh and kissed her neck. “I’m not leaving you. It’s just that my cock wants in your sexy, tight pussy.”

  “Oh. Okay,” Delilah felt dumb to agree with such words, but there really was nothing else to say.

  Brandon lifted her leg higher along his thigh and used his hand to guide his throbbing cock to her wet pussy. He trailed the tip along her folds, making her moan with need. The feel of his delicate flesh along hers was so erotic that she almost came just from that. Reaching down, she decided to help matters for herself and began rubbing her little button.

  Brandon bit her ear and then groaned as her fingers brushed the tip of his cock. She moved her finger to rub his leaking slit, using his pre-cum to help her fingers slide.

  “That’s so hot,” he moaned as he positioned his cock at her passage and began slowly pushing in.

  Delilah felt the pressure of his size and adjusted her hips to try to accommodate him. “Your cock is so big, Brandon. I’m not sure I can take it like this.”

  “You can and you will,” he ordered. His voice left no question of what he expected from her. Delilah knew that if it really hurt her, he would respect that and back off, but at the same time, he was challenging her to push herself. “Look in the mirror, Delilah.”

  Delilah looked up and saw them in the mirror. The street light from outside cast a soft light over them from between the blinds. Delilah hardly recognized herself. She looked so wanton and sexy. Never like she saw herself. Her skin was flushed and her breasts moving in time with her deep breaths. Over her shoulder she saw Brandon sneaking a peek. He gave her a cheeky smile and then lightly bit her shoulder. Trailing her eyes downward, she saw her leg lifted up over his and the spot where his body invaded hers. His stiff member looked to be half embedded within her body. She could see his strong hand holding his shaft in place as he pushed his hips forward. Suddenly, he moved his hand around to tweak her right nipple and then move lightly down her body to begin tormenting her little pearl.

  “For your eyes only,” she whispered; the sight was so sensual that Delilah felt the desire building within her. He began pushing forward, and she could watch each increment of his thick cock bury itself more in her.

  “Look at you swallow me,” Brandon groaned as she met his eyes in the mirror. They were on fire as they bored into hers and then trailed down to look at where they were intimately joined. She watched as he pushed his long cock all the way in her until his balls hit her body. He stayed there for a moment, as deeply embedded within her as he could. Then slowly, he started rocking his hips.

  Delilah moved her hand down to caress his balls. Brandon groaned and began to move faster. Delilah shifted her hips back to meet every one of his forward. Moving her hand, she began to caress her breasts. Delilah moaned as she watched his balls sway as they hit her body, the resonating slap of their flesh filling the room.

  Her eyes met his in the mirror as the frenzy rose a notch. Each of them were close to their peak. It was only a matter of time. Brandon stroked her little button, setting her off. She could feel the tremors run through her body, coaxing him to release.

  She knew the moment that he gave into the milking of her body, for he leaned down and gave her a small, painless bite on her shoulder. Bucking his hips twice more, he pushed his throbbing cock as far into her as he could as the spasms took over his body.

  Delilah loved watching him in that moment. He was his most unguarded then. She had never realized through most of their relationship how much of a façade he had put on, until their connection had turned to romantic. Seeing him so free to be who he was, made her soul feel uplifted.

  “I love you,” she whispered as he continued to tremor within her. Slowly, once they died down, he pulled from her body and simply held her close. His arm tightened around her waist as if she were about to fly away. Delilah closed her eyes, enjoying the moment that seemed almost more intimate than the last.

  “I love you, too,” he whispered against her skin. “I have a question for you.”

  Delilah turned a bit toward him, “Yes, my spy who loves me?”

  “You are going to ruin the moment by busting out all those corny Bond lines,” he warned her with a smile.

  “Sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Delilah could feel the embarrassed blush run up her cheeks.

  Brandon got up from the bed and immediately she wished that she hadn’t said anything. A moment later he returned with a small box in his hand. Moving around to kneel in front of her, he opened the box.

  Delilah’s breath was taken away when she saw her grandmother’s antique wedding ring staring back at her. Delilah had always loved the platinum gold band with three diamonds across the top. Her grandfather had managed to squeeze it out of Germany when he fled World War II. Delilah had always assumed that the ring had gone to her father, who was holding it for her one day. She never expected Brandon to have it. “How? What?” She heard herself ask.

  “Delish,” he started quietly, pushing her hair out of her face. “I have loved you for as long as I have known you.”

  “But how did you? When?” Delilah was embarrassed that she couldn’t even form sentences.

  “My love, do you remember when we went to see your grandmother when she was living in that home in Lafayette?”

  Delilah nodded her head, for tears had begun to stream down her face and she didn’t trust her voice.

  “You left for a moment to use the restroom and your grandmother and I had a chat. She was a very perceptive lady. She told me from the moment that she saw the two of us together that she knew that we were meant to be, just like her and your grandfather.”

  “But…” Delilah started.

  “Shhh… Delish, let me finish. I told her I was no good for you. That I had been in trouble and that you had a bright future. She nodded her head and patted my hand. She told me that when she looked at me, she saw a ‘diamond in the rough,’ and that I could make myself whoever I wanted to be. Sh
e encouraged me to make myself your dream man to up my odds of winning you. Luckily, that is who I have always wanted to be and always hope to be. Before you came in, she handed me this ring and told me that whenever and I quote, ‘we get our heads out of our arses and accept fate,’ that I should give this to you, with her blessing and love. But most of all, I give it with my love, adoration, respect, and hope.”

  Delilah felt the tears run down her cheeks and glanced over at the mirror. She always felt she was an ugly crier and hoped that her nose wasn’t running. Once she saw that she just looked strung out with her wild hair and red eyes, she looked back at him.

  “Stop,” he gently reprimanded her. “You look beautiful. You look like the woman I love. Make me the happiest man in whatever universe you are programming and marry me, Delilah Ann Faber.” With that, he took the ring out of the box and pushed it onto her finger.

  Delilah looked at her hand. It was shaking, but the ring looked right. Wiping at her eyes, she gave him a watery smile, “Frack Brandon. Now I need to get a manicure and you know how I hate them.”

  Brandon gave a laugh, “That will be your sacrifice to wear this ring. Diamonds are forever, Delish.” He then turned sober. “I need to hear you say the words, Delilah. No one has ever committed to me. Not even my parents. Maybe it’s the insecure child in me, but I need them.”

  Cupping his cheeks, Delilah leaned forward pressing her forehead to his. “We have nothing figured out but our love. And yes, I will marry you. In every galaxy, after all, the world is not enough.”

  First Epilogue

  Brandon

  Two Years Later

  The fresh, cold Idaho air seemed almost foreign as Brandon pulled it into his lungs. He had spent so much time in California these past two years that anything below fifty degrees seemed strange. Despite that, it felt perfect. Just like home.

  As he walked up to the log house that he and Delilah had bought, he was still amazed that they had ended up here. After a frenzied work schedule for the first year of their marriage where they hardly saw each other, they had both agreed it was time to take a step back and reassess. It had taken them a full year to find Forest Falls, Idaho, but the moment they had stumbled upon it on their summer road trip, they knew it was where they needed to be.

  As he came closer to the house, Brandon could see Delilah working up in her office. She still worked for Nebula One, but on a contractual basis from home. The CIA had wanted her, but wouldn’t let her contract out, so she had let that dream go. He had given up his CIA work to begin his own consulting firm. Building up his clientele hadn’t been as hard as he expected, but working when he wanted sure beat punching the clock.

  Shaking off his boots, he opened the front door and immediately his stomach rumbled at the smell of the fresh cookies in the oven.

  “Delish! I’m home!”

  “Be right there,” she called.

  Brandon went over to check on the cookies and could almost taste the melted chocolate on his tongue. Something was up. Delilah never baked unless she had some news.

  As she came running down the stairs, Brandon smiled at the beauty he had married. She wasn’t graceful or refined, but she was more of a lady than many of the ‘classy’ ladies he had met in his time in the ops.

  Brandon caught her around the waist and like she always did when she was nervous, she began talking.

  “So, I am baking chocolate chip cookies. I really had a craving for them, you know, Cravings are such funny things. I thought I’d want pickles and ice cream, but I really wanted cookies… and maybe the pickles and ice cream later.”

  Brandon laughed, “Pickles and ice cream? I thought only pregnant ladies…” He looked down in her eyes to see them sparkle. He could get lost in those gorgeous blue lakes. With a little nod of her head, she confirmed his greatest joy. Sweeping her up and spinning her around the room, he finally felt complete.

  Second Epilogue

  Delilah

  Five Years After

  “Daddy! One more time, please!” Delilah heard Mandy ask Brandon again. She certainly had him wrapped around her little four year old finger. And just as Delilah expected, she heard Brandon give in to their little angel.

  “Tomorrow, little bug. You need to get to bed. Preschool tomorrow!” Brandon laughed. Delilah knew that tone. He would do anything that little girl asked.

  Delilah leaned against the doorframe and took in the picture of her big, strong husband leaning over their little princess in her big pink bed with stuffed animals tucked in all around her.

  “Night Daddy. I love you,” Delilah’s heart grew as she saw her daughter’s little arms wrap around Brandon’s neck.

  “I love you, bug.” He gave her a big smooch on the cheek.

  Brandon moved away and Delilah almost laughed at Mandy still wearing her tiara. Moving into the room, she leaned over and placed a kiss on Mandy’s cheek. Pushing back her hair, she marveled at her daughter who looked like her, but was all Brandon. That Ryker daredevil gene ran strong. Last summer, she had caught Mandy working her way up a ladder a handyman had left out to the roof. She had claimed that she wanted to touch the clouds. More like give Delilah a streak of gray hair!

  “Love you, angel,” Delilah whispered against Mandy’s hair.

  “Love you, Mommy. Night. Take this cuddle animal to sleep with tonight.” Mandy handed Delilah her favorite tiger, Cuddle King.

  “Thank you, baby,” Delilah held the tiger to her heart. It was these moments that made life so sweet.

  As Delilah and Brandon walked down the hall after turning out the light, Brandon nuzzled her ear. “So, can I sleep with you instead? I want to see what you have under those sexy yoga pants.”

  Delilah stopped herself from laughing and possibly waking Mandy. Pinching Brandon’s firm rear, she gave him a wink, “For your eyes only, Mr. Bond.”

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