Anthony and Mary
“Please, Tony, I’ve been patient. I can’t wait anymore,” I beg, trying to pull him closer to me, wanting his warmth against mine. How can we live together and not have sex? He’s going to drive me insane at this rate. He’s got the iron will of a monk. We’ve done everything physical, but Tony has yet to take me fully, no matter how hard I try or beg.
“I told you, princess. When you agree to be my wife I’ll give you the real thing.” He repeats the same line to me I’ve heard thousands of times now. A normal girl’s ego would’ve been crushed by now with all the things I’ve been doing to get him to finally sink deep inside me. If it wasn’t for the fact the he dotes on me every second of every day and has a jealous streak a mile wide I might have become self-conscious by now.
He's slides against my folds, teasing me, and I know what he’s doing. This is what we do every time we have more than thirty seconds alone. He pulls his cock out, and I pull my panties to the side and we mimic fucking. He won’t take my virginity, our virginities, until I agree to be his wife. Damn, if he isn’t tempting my control to crack.
“Tony, it’s my birthday, please,” I whine, but he just shoots me a smirk.
“You forget it’s my birthday, too, princess.” We both turned twenty-one today. I smile back at him, and he keeps sliding against me. I want to cum so bad, and I’m so freaking close, but I know he’s going to win this one. He won’t give in. I can see it in his eyes; he’s sick of waiting and so am I. I’ve been Tony’s since the day I entered this world, and he wants everyone to know it. I don’t blame him because I want everyone to know he’s mine, too.
“I told you I would three years ago!” I huff out, giving him a pout that normally works. But he seems to be holding strong.
“But you wouldn’t let me tell your dad, so it didn’t count. I want you to agree to be my wife, wear my ring, and tell the world. I’m not keeping it secret. I’m not ashamed of you or of us, or afraid of what your parents will think.”
I moan, and I try to grind down harder on him. “I’m not ashamed, I just don’t want my dad thinking we have sex. Can you imagine!?” I throw back at him. I’m my father’s only daughter, and I know he’s going to lose his shit when he finds out how deep Tony and I are really into each other. He lost it when he found out we were going off to the same college together in Denver. Even talked my twin brother, Samuel, into going, too, so he has “eyes” on me. If only he knew Samuel was Team Mary and Anthony.
Hell, Anthony and Samuel are best friends. They own a bail bonds business together. Anthony uses his hacking skills to find them, and Samuel uses his giant muscles to bring them in—traits they inherited from their respective fathers.
He stops his movements and looks down at me with his big blue eyes, which I know he got from his mama, Jeanette.
“Do you love me, princess?” He’s going in for the kill. We’ve been inseparable since we both could walk, our mothers having been best friends.
“You know I do.” I can feel the blush break across my cheeks, warming them.
He leans down, sucking my nipple hard and letting it out with a pop. It makes me moan again, and I try to work my wet pussy against him, but he grabs my hips to stop my movements. I let out a sound of frustration, and look up into his eyes.
“You’re going to be my wife, Mary.” He says it with utter certainty in his eyes, and I melt as he looks into mine. I run my finger down his face, feeling the roughness of his day-old shave. Slowly, I nod at him, whispering my, “Yes.”
“Tomorrow, you’re going to put on my ring, and we’re going to tell your parents, aren’t we?”
I slowly nod again, and when he doesn't answer me I whisper, “Yes,” again. I’ll wear his ring, I’m just not sure about telling them yet. Maybe it’s something we should do in person with the whole family there. Thanksgiving is close, and I think if Tony’s family is there they can help get my dad under control. We spend every holiday together, his family and mine. We are our own little makeshift family.
“Good. It’s about goddamn time,” he says before attacking my mouth with his, his tongue pushing into my mouth as he controls the kiss.
“I’m going to make you so fucking happy, princess.”
“You already do.” I pull him back to me, kissing him again. I don’t know how we got so lucky. To have your soulmate with you from the day you entered this world has to be one of the rarest things. I don’t want anything to ruin this. Our families are so loud and sometimes controlling. There’s a lot of us, with my parents, Carter and Cherry, having four kids and his, parents Jeanette and Saint, having three. Sometimes things just get out of hand, or blown way out of portion, which I’m scared is what will happen.