“Nothing you tell me is going to get you out of marrying me,” I say. Her eyes go wide, her mouth assumes an O shape, and she grunts. She needs more. I pull a pillow over and pause my ministration to shove it under her ass. At this new angle, I can hit her deeper, giving her what she needs. My balled fist spares my thumb to rub fast, insistent circles over her swollen nub. She clamps down around my cock. A shudder runs through me. We’re nearly there, close to coming. I’m pacing myself, timing her body’s responses. We’ve done this dance enough times for me to know how it ends. When her body shakes and mine heats, my limbs tightening to the point of no return, it’s time.
“Every ounce and every breath,” I say, abandoning her pussy and anchoring myself with my elbows beside her head. I take her hands in mine, holding her in place. With all the focus I can manage without losing my rhythm, I get the ring out of my palm and slide it over her left ring finger. She explodes around my cock as her hands grab onto my fists.
“Yes,” she moans. Her eyes are closed, and part of me isn’t totally sure if she’s agreeing to marry me or if my cock is just that good. But then she mumbles, “Finally,” and comes down from her high with her body shaking slightly.
“You haven’t even seen the ring yet,” I say, a chuckle creeping up from my throat.
“It’s just jewelry, baby,” she says, opening her eyes and smiling at me. I let go of her hands, and she reaches out, wrapping them around my neck. Her eyes are focused, but I don’t miss how they subtly slide over to her left hand to check out the diamond Mishy picked out. My woman’s smile breaks out into a grin. “I think you might have just earned yourself baby number four.”
“Fuck yes, I have.” A thrill runs through me, knowing that even if we do end up all fucked-up, we still have our family, and that will always make everything okay.
CHAPTER 24
My hands shake as I wrap them tighter around my man’s solid frame. My right hand clutching my .22 caliber underneath the leather of his cut. Wyatt didn’t like it, insisting that the pieces strapped to my body were enough, but I wouldn’t have it. Anyone tries to take a shot while we’re en route, I want to be ready. The five seconds it’ll take to get to my other guns could be the difference between life and death. And I meant what I said when I told my man that nothing and nobody is going to stop me from bringing him back to our kids alive.
The cool April wind blows around us, my man’s Harley roaring as we fly down the highway to the meet. There’s some kind of vulnerability with rolling up in such a powerful machine, so exposed to the elements. Despite the helmets on our heads and the Kevlar over our hearts, we’re like sitting ducks. Well-armed ducks that are ready to shed blood for what we believe in, but ducks nonetheless. I was so focused on the fact that the boys gave in to letting us come that I never thought to ask where we would be meeting Mancuso for the exchange. It’s not really an exchange, though. Alex may share Carlo’s last name, but she’s one of us now. And Forsaken doesn’t sacrifice family. Not ever.
Wyatt pulls the bike off the highway and leads us through a commercial area that gives way to abandoned commercial projects and to a dilapidated field. Shielded by two empty and decaying apartment buildings, we come to a stop. Everyone moves around quickly, fixing shit and adjusting themselves on their bikes. From the corner of my eye, I see Mindy on the back of Ian’s bike. She slides a small Swiss Army knife into the crushed bun atop her head and then puts her helmet back on. The knife itself isn’t big enough to kill, but it’ll maim enough to save her life if it comes down to it. Ruby does the same. Alex hops off Ryan’s bike and rushes over to the van where she retrieves a black drawstring bag. It looks like one of those things new sheet sets come in. She says something to Ryan to which he nods, and before she can run back to the van, dressed in all black from head to toe, he pulls her to him and kisses her like it’s the last time he’s ever going to be able to do so. I turn away, not liking the thought that comes to mind.
It might be.
No. We can’t let it. We haven’t suffered for this long, gone through this much to let her die now. I won’t allow it. When she returns, she’s in something I assume her father will deem more appropriate. Blue jeans, a soft pink sweater, and flat feminine boots make up the new outfit. God only knows how she managed it that quick, but she did. She’s even already got her helmet on. When Alex climbs onto the back of Ryan’s bike, she’s awkward and distant. They gripe at each other for a minute as if their sweet parting never happened. And then Ryan starts up his bike and rides in large circles around us. Wyatt gets us going again, but right before we take off, out of the corner of my eye, I spot Mishy rushing out of the van and hopping on the back of Diesel’s bike. Shit. Elle is going to have a fucking field day with this. That man fucking knows better than to taunt his woman by letting my sister ride bitch.