Free Closing Time by E. L. Todd

asked with a raised eyebrow.
    My foggy mind realized how irrelevant it was. I started laughing again, snorting at the same time. “I don’t know! They are like boxing bags.”
    “What…? Okay, you’re far gone.” He put the bottle on the nightstand then crawled over to me. “Now I’m ready to have sex with you.”
    “Ready?” I pushed my hand down the front of his jeans, being bold in a way I could never be when I was sober, and started to rub him hard.
    He flinched then closed his eyes for a moment.
    “Your dick is so big,” I blurted.
    He tried not to laugh. “Thank you.”
    I undid his jeans and tried to get them off, but for some reason I couldn’t figure it out. “Damn, your pants are stuck.”
    “No. I just need to straighten my legs.”
    “Did you spill glue?”
    He chuckled then got them off. “No. I figured it out.”
    I pulled him back to me then pulled down his boxers. “The first time we had sex, I didn’t think it was going to fit. I thought you were going to break up with me and leave.”
    “Did you now?” He grabbed my legs and pulled me until I was flat on the bed. His lips moved to my neck and he kissed me, moving his tongue across the skin.
    I arched my back then moved my hand up his shirt, feeling his body. “You’re really hot…”
    “Thank you,” he whispered into my ear.
    “I want to marry you. That’s what I was thinking earlier.” I never would have said that in a million years if I were sober.
    He pulled away and looked at me straight on. “You want to get married?”
    “Duh.” I giggled. “Are you kidding me? A lifetime with the most perfect man in the world sounds amazing.”
    “And the most cocky.”
    “I love it when you’re cocky.”  Shit, did I just say that?
    He gave me the widest grin I’d ever seen. “I knew it.”
    “Wait…I mean, JK!”
    “Nope, I heard you. You’ve been caught.”
    “Damn it,” I said with a sigh.
    “So…you want to marry a cocky man?”
    “I want to marry you.”
    “You don’t think it’s too soon?”
    “It’s way too soon! I’ve known you for like eight months. But I want to do it anyway.”
    “Interesting…I’ll keep that in mind.”
    “You want to marry me, right?” My insecurities started to emerge.
    “Very much so.”
    “Oooh! Let’s get married and piss off my parents! No, let’s go on a romantic honeymoon and have lots of sex. Oh my god! Babies! Let’s have lots of babies.”
    He pressed his lips together and tried not to laugh. “That sounds like fun.”
    “I want to be Mrs. Robbins. Mrs. Hazel Robbins. It sounds so good.”
    “It rolls right off the tongue.” He moved his lips to my chest and started to unbutton my jeans.
    “I thought there would never be a better guy than Cortland…he’s so perfect. But you’re so much better.”
    He flinched for a second then kept going. “I am better—for you.” He got them off then pulled my underwear down. When it was around my ankles, he took them off then rubbed himself with the fabric.
    “You’re such a pervert.”
    “For you.” He tossed them aside then moved back over me.
    I grabbed his shirt then yanked it off, anxious to feel him inside me. My hands moved across his chest. “You’re so hot.”
    “You said that already,” he said with a smirk.
    “I love your tattoo.” My hand moved over his forearm. “I like that you’re kinda bad but you’re kinda good at the same time. Perfect mix.”
    “Good to know.” He pulled my shirt off then unhooked my bra.
    I covered my face. “My tits are so small!”
    He grabbed my hands and yanked them from my face. “They’re perfect.”
    “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
    “No, I’m not.” He smiled down at me. “It’s all about proportion. Frankly, if you had a big rack it would look weird.”
    “But Scarlet always says Sean loves her chest…”
    “I’m sure he would love them just as much if she was smaller.” He leaned down and kissed the tiny valley between my