Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... up... to be the kind of man she needed or wanted in her life? He wanted desperately to make this woman happy, she deserved all the happiness in the world after what she had been through all these years.

“The night before we left... to come here... you... we... heard my nephew propose to that young lady I hired to be our new dispatcher.” Gerald said steadily.

“Yes. It was so romantic, wasn’t it?” Annie reflected with a hesitant smile.

“Huh... I guess it was romantic... I thought it was ballsy, myself. That young man can be so full of himself some times.” Gerald remarked with a grin and a shrug.

“I didn’t know he was even courting that girl. Trina. She’s the gal who was driving the car that wrecked on the bridge the night of the Wilding. The one that, or one of the girls that Tom and Richard saved.” Gerald stated thoughtfully.

“And you! Don’t forget that you helped save them too.” Annie interjected with a prideful smile and rubbed his arm gently again.

“Yeah, I guess I was there too.” Gerald said with a sheepish grin before continuing. “The thing is... I know it was sudden, and a shock to lose your... your late husband. And... It might seem inappropriate to some for me to start dating you so soon after that... Even more so for me to... to...” Gerald again, wound down to an uncertain stop as he searched Annie’s eyes trying to determine if he should proceed or not.

Annie’s heart was racing again, she could feel Gerald trembling even if ever so slightly ...

... beneath her touch. What could possibly have him so unnerved?

“To?” Annie asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Gerald looked intently into Annie’s eyes again. He unconsciously licked his lips as his fingers again caressed that little box in his pocket. Thinking again of his nephew Cam and the ballsy move he made in proposing on an open mic at the station the other night... “Man up” he berated himself.

He then gave Annie a soft if somewhat worried smile as he withdrew his hands from his pockets. One hand holding the tiny little box, still unseen as of yet. Gerald cleared his throat and took a deep breath before launching into what he had been struggling to say.

“Annie. I’m an old man. Maybe the best years of my life are gone by already but... I could only imagine one thing making the rest of my life... the best part of my life...” Gerald began quietly and earnestly as he reached out with his left hand and took Annie’s left hand in his.

Gerald slowly sank down to one knee in front of one very surprised woman. Kneeling in the sand at the edge of the surf as the sun began to set on the horizon and seagulls cried and circled overhead. Looking up into suddenly tear-filled eyes as Annie covered her trembling lips with her free hand. The breeze blowing her hair about playfully.

“The one thing to make the rest of my life the best, would be if you would be my wife. Annie... would you do me the honor or taking my hand in marriage?” Gerald asked solemnly as he thumbed open the ...