Chapter 52: Prenup Dispute

AVA

“Maybe outside somewhere?”

I flipped through the pictures in the wedding magazine. We were lying on my bed, my head resting on Cyrus’s chest. We were surrounded by the boxes we’d spent the entire evening packing.

My apartment was almost completely packed up. Most of Cyrus’s stuff had already been moved to the new house, and a lot of his furniture had been sold or donated.

He’d parted with his things quite easily. He didn’t feel sentimental about most of them.

It was different for me. This apartment had been the first place that was truly my own, a place of refuge for me.

We’d decided to keep most of my furniture for the new house. Cyrus had offered to move into my place so I wouldn’t have to give it up, but I’d refused.

We deserved a new house and a fresh start, and I didn’t want him to feel like he had to squeeze himself into my life.

“Yeah, I was leaning that way too.” Cyrus’s voice cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.

“Which way?” I’d forgotten what I’d said before.

“Toward an outside ceremony.” He ran his large hand through my hair. “Where’s your mind at?”

I rolled over and crawled a little higher on his chest. “I was just thinking about this house and how I’ve appreciated it.”

My eyes scanned the room, which didn’t feel like my own anymore. Cyrus cupped my cheeks in his hands and shone his bright eyes into mine.

“We can still stay, baby. Nobody expects you to move out.”

I tried shaking my head but couldn’t because of Cyrus’s hands. “No, I mean, I ~have~ appreciated it. Past tense.

“It’s served me well, and now it’s time to move on. And I’m so excited about our new place!”

I closed my eyes and pictured our new house. It was a beautiful house. It felt very “adult.”

It was outside of the city center, in a slightly secluded neighborhood where the houses were sparsely spread, each surrounded by a large plot of land.

Cyrus had found it, and as soon as he showed it to me, I felt it: this would be our home. We put in an offer, and two days later, it was ours. And now we’d be moving in by the end of the week.

Cyrus pulled the magazine from my hands and threw it on top of one of the boxes beside the bed. “Outside ceremony it is. How big do you want the wedding to be?”

“Small. I’d like it to feel intimate, and for the day to be just ours, as much as that’s possible.”

He hummed in agreement, his chest vibrating with the deep sound.

I closed my eyes and pictured my dream wedding, everything I’d ever thought I wanted: a beautiful gown, an extravagant ceremony, a large wedding party in matching suits and dresses, a several-tiered cake…

All of it seemed suddenly unnecessary and over-the-top. All I could see was Cyrus and me, holding hands, looking deeply into each other’s eyes as we promised each other our eternal love and fate.

My eyes snapped open, and I jerked up and pushed myself into a sitting position.

Cyrus, who’d been lying back on his pillow, now propped himself up on his elbows, looking at me with a concerned expression on his face.

“What, baby?”

I hesitated for a moment, but then I let him in on my idea.

“What if we eloped?”

He looked at me for a long moment.

“We don’t have to,” I said, suddenly feeling ashamed about my suggestion.

“Don’t you want a fairytale wedding?”

I shrugged. “I’ll take whatever, honestly, as long as I get to marry you. Everything else is just…white noise.”

A smile slowly crept onto Cyrus’s face. “That’s how I know you’re the one.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it. “You really want me for me, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. We could go to a courthouse and get hitched there as soon as our prenup is taken care of.”

He sat up fully. “Prenup?”

“Yeah, it’s a document that legally—”

“I know what a prenup is, Ava.”

“Right.” I scratched the back of my head. “Well, as soon as it’s signed—”

“Who said anything about a prenup?”

“No one. I just figured it’d be smart to do, so people don’t get the wrong idea.”

He lowered his brow. “I don’t need you to sign a prenup. What’s mine is yours. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I wouldn’t need my stuff or money anyway if you left me. You could have it all.”

I frowned and tried to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat. “I would never. So let’s just take care of it properly.

“It’s just a piece of paper that would never be used anyway, but it would make a big difference in how people perceive me.”

“But it would change how people perceive me too. They would think I didn’t trust you.”

I looked at my hands. I hadn’t thought about it that way. “No one would know,” I tried. “And again, we’d never leave each other anyway, right?”

He sighed irritably. “I hate that it’s other people dictating our choices. This wouldn’t even be an issue if it weren’t for them.”

“As long as there’s such a large discrepancy between our incomes and assets, I would have insisted on a prenup anyway.”

I took his hands in mine. “I just don’t like the thought of people thinking I’m with you for ~anything~ other than you. This really helps settle that.”

Cyrus took a deep breath, flaring his nostrils. He pulled me toward him and kissed my forehead.

“Lie down,” he said. “You’re stressed.”

I lay back, but he flipped me over and positioned himself over me before lowering himself onto my butt. My pelvis was squeezed into the mattress pleasantly.

His skilled hands quickly took off both of our clothes, which was impressive, considering the position I was in.

He ran his hands over my back, and I noticed that they felt different than usual, smoother. For a moment I thought he’d covered me with some sort of satin cloth, but then I realized what it was: oil~.~

He massaged my tense muscles until they started to relax. After a while, he scooted back until he could grab my rear end with both hands.

He poured some more oil into his hands and slid them over my curves and over the folds of my already slick core.

“This butt is the greatest butt in the entire universe.”

I giggled.

“I’m serious. It’s truly amazing. It’s like 20 percent of why I love you so much.”

“20 PERCENT?!”

“Hey, don’t come for me, baby.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. “~You’re~ the one marrying me for my money.”

I looked back over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes at him. “Cyrus Andrew Brentstone, you might want to take that back.”

He laughed out loud. “I do take it back. I take back the ‘don’t come for me’ too. ~Do~ cum for me, baby.”

He rubbed the leftover oil from his hands onto his rock-hard erection, then leaned over me and stuck the knuckle of his thumb in between my teeth.

“Bite down.”

I felt the now slippery tip of his cock press into my center slightly. I braced myself for impact, biting down on Cyrus’s thumb like he had told me to.

“Good girl,” he said, then slammed himself into me.