I took a hold of her hips, pulling her down so hard that I bottomed out inside of her, my cock head kissing her cervix.

My eyes stayed fastened on her breasts, and I watched as they jiggled and swayed with the movement of our bodies.

Over and over again I pulled her down, filling her up so full that she looked ready to burst.

"God yes," she moaned. "You fill me so good, Booth. Only you. Only ever you."

"That's right," I grunted, sounding possessed. And I might have been. By her. "It'll only ever be me. There's no going back. You and me all the way, baby."

She threw her head back and came, her hair brushing the tops of my thighs as she did.

Her pussy rippled around my naked cock, making me close my eyes and grit my teeth to try to stall my orgasm from overtaking me.

It proved futile, however, when she reached down and cupped her sex, spreading the lips of her sex and giving me an unencumbered view of how stretched she was taking my cock into her tight, little opening.

"God," I breathed, looking at the sight like it was some miracle sent from God.

Possibly it was.

No, I was pretty sure nothing that pretty would ever come from anyone else.

Stomach clenching, I curled up and captured her neck with one hand, pulling her down to my lips as I came.

Shot after shot of come filled her up so full that it started to leak out.

Neither one of us stopped until we were both panting from exertion.

I let her go and fell backwards, my back hitting the rough carpet as sweat started to chill on my skin.

My hands flew out to the sides, one going under the coffee table, and the other underneath the couch.

My fingers hit on something small underneath the couch, and my hand closed as I pulled what felt like a small pill out from under it.

"Your birth control isn't very effective," I said, handing her the small pink pill that matched the ones I'd seen her take yesterday morning. "If you don't take it."

Her eyes opened wide, resembling saucers.

"Holy shit," she breathed, looking at the pill, then down to where we were connected.

I started to laugh.

"Hope you're ready for a baby," I gave her wide eyes, pulling her down until her lips were only millimeters from mine. Then, with my heart in my throat, I told her exactly what was on my mind. "I've always wanted a baby with you." I cupped her head, letting my thumb run along the length of her exposed neck. "And I don't want to waste any more time."

Her eyes widened impossibly more, and I pressed my lips to hers once more.

"Say something," I ordered.

She swallowed, and her pussy clenched as she opened her mouth.

"I want to be married first," she whispered.

"Then we'll get married," I suggested.

"When?" She asked. "And you don't even have a ring."

I blinked. "I've had a ring for you since I left on deployment."

Tears filled her eyes.

"You did?" Her voice came out husky.

I nodded.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I've been carrying it around this whole time."

Her eyes widened. "You have it with you now?"

I reached for my pants, moving us awkwardly across the floor a few inches so I could reach it.

She didn't bother to move, though, happy exactly where she was.

My dick was happy with her exactly where she was, too.

I finally found my keys in my pocket, then sifted through the big key ring until I found the small ring that I'd threaded through the ring over ten years ago.

I held it out to her, and her eyes widened.

"You put a diamond...on your key ring..." she said, somewhat surprised.

I nodded.

"You'll have to get it off," I said. "My fingernails aren't long enough."

She did so, hastily, and smiled as she practically shoved it into my hand.

"Put it on me," she ordered.

Grinning, I slipped it onto her finger, not surprised that it fit her.

She'd always had small hands, and, to this day, she still fit into the one I'd given her on our first dating anniversary. She wore it on the ring finger of her right hand, and not a day had gone by that I hadn't seen her wearing it.

She held the hand up in front of her, wiggling excitedly as she did.

I stilled her hips, but the sound of the door opening reminded me that I'd invited my brother over.

"Why does this look familiar?" An amused sounding voice sounded from the entrance.

I leaned up until I could see my brother over the couch.

"Give us a couple of minutes," I said as Masen lost control of her laughter against my neck as she covered her chest by pressing it against mine. "And maybe knock next time."

"I did knock," Aaron said as he closed the door.

Liar.

The asshole didn't knock...and never had, hence why he'd seen us in the 'familiar' position.

I patted her ass. "Get up."

She did, cupping her hand over her entrance to catch what I'd left inside of her.

She walked awkwardly to her bedroom, and I followed behind, only much more slowly as I admired her ass.

"Would you stop looking at my ass?" She requested over her shoulder.

I grinned at her.

"Where'd you put all my old clothes?" I asked her as she headed into the bathroom.

"Top drawer," she answered.

I went to the drawers and pulled the one she'd indicated open, smiling when I saw a pair of my old sweat pants on top.

Pulling them out, I pulled them on, sans underwear, and walked back into the living room to find my brother enjoying my kolaches.

"Hey, fuckface," I snapped. "Those are mine."

"There's no way in hell I'm touching those donuts," he said, indicating the box that'd somehow ended up on the floor.

I grinned and bent down, picking the box up and withdrawing a plain glaze donut.

"Yeah," I said, sinking my teeth into the delicious morsel. "Fuck these are good," I moaned, spraying some glaze into the air around us.

He waved me off and reached for one of my chocolate milks, pushing me away as he did.

I held my hand out for one and took a seat on the sofa that was catty corner to the one he was on, and stared at him.

He looked better today, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why are you out of the rehab facility?" I asked him.

He shrugged, downing half of one kolache in one bite.

"Apparently, I'm doing better than they expected at this point in time," he took another bite. "I'm officially allowed to be outpatient, as long as I make it to every appointment."

"That's awesome, Aaron!" Masen called from the door to her bedroom. "Does anyone want coffee?"

"Yes," we both said at the same time.

"Got it," Masen said, disappearing around the corner.

"So why'd you stay at my house?" I asked, taking another bite.

"I didn't want to stay at our mom and dad's," he said. "And I'm not going back to mine. Will you help me move?"

"Hey," Masen interrupted, coming back in with the pot of coffee and two cups. "You should move in here."

"You live here," he pointed out. "And won't my brother have a problem with us sharing such close quarters?"

She rolled her eyes and handed us each a cup. "Your brother just put his ring on my finger, and I don't see myself staying here much longer."

Aaron looked around the living room with new eyes.

"You own it?" he asked.

"No, my grandmother does. But she's willing to sell it. She only held onto it because I was living in it," she explained. "Speaking of," she turned to me. "Do you want to go to the retirement home's Thanksgiving dinner with me?"

I wrinkled my nose. "Their food sucks. Can we just take her to my parent's dinner?"

She pursed her lips and tapped the lower one with one thumb. "Yeah, as long as your parents don't mind."

"Yours still don't have Thanksgiving?" Aaron asked.

She frowned sadly.

"No," she shook her head. "They haven't since Daniela's death."

My stomach clenched slightly.

"Invite them, too," I ordered, taking a sip of the hot coffee.

Masen sat down beside me, and we both watched as Aaron finished off the last of the kolache, then boldly reached for a glazed donut.

"These better not have anything else on them," Aaron glared at the both of us.

"Like jizz?" Masen asked boldly, making Aaron choke slightly. "There aren't any creme filled ones, so if you find one, you might not want to finish it."

Aaron gagged.

I laughed and pulled her tighter into me, lifting my coffee over her shoulder and sitting it on the ridge of the couch.

She nuzzled my bare chest, lazily lifting her hand up to play with my chest hair.

"What time is dinner today?" she drew circles on my chest. "I can't believe I got it off, though. We should make sure to say a Thanksgiving prayer for that."

"Four, from what I remember. Although, I was supposed to bring a pie from the shop in town," I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and pinching the bridge of my nose. "Shit."

"I can go get one after I get my grandma," she offered.