He narrowed his eyes. “That’s what I said when you asked me a while back. So what do you want on your pizza?” He locked eyes with her.
She swallowed noisily. “Uh… pepperoni, and whatever else you want.”
***
After dinner hepoured them each a shot of tequila and sat on the couch, drawing her next to him. “I want us to get our own house. It’s time.”
“Don’t you have like seven months left on your lease?”
“I’ll just pay it off.” He laughed at her surprised look. “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t have money issues? And that’s another thing. You don’t need to work so hard. You should go down to part-time.”
“I need to pay off some of my debt, and since I haven’t worked at Cuervos in a couple of months, I’m kind of strapped. Anyway, I like my job. Besides, what would I do if I didn’t work? I’d be bored out of my mind.”
“Not if you were busy with charity work, supervising the club’s activities, and doing other shit an old lady has to do. Being a president’s old lady is a big responsibility, with a workload that goes with it.”
“An old lady? Are you asking me to wear your patch?” Her lips curled up in a smile.
He caressed her cheek. “Yeah. I want you to wear my patch and my ring.”
“Your ring? Does your club give old ladies one of the club rings too? That’s different.”
“You’re so fucking cute.” As he pulled out a black box from his cut, he brushed a kiss across her lips. “I’m asking you to marry me. The ring is all yours, baby.”
A small hand flew across her mouth. “Marry you? Like in a white dress and flowers?”
“I was thinking more like black leather and denim, but you get the picture.”
She flung her arms around him. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Of course. I never expected this. I love you.” She peppered his face with kisses as she spoke.
“Maybe you better look at the ring. You may change your mind.”
She pulled back and took the box from him. “You’re right. If this is some wimpy-ass diamond, then forget what I just said.” She winked at him and opened the box. The two-carat solitaire twinkled, picking up the amber sparks from the crackling fire. She gasped. “It’s gorgeous. I love it!”
He took the ring out of the box and put it on her finger. “Breanna, you make my life complete. You are the earth to my sky. You are the harmony and balance in my life. I love you so much. I want you to be my wife, baby.”
Her eyes shimmered and she bobbed her head up and down. “I haven’t changed my mind. I’d love for you to be my husband. You’re everything I’ve been looking for my whole life. I love you.”
He pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply, his hand roaming down her curves until it landed on her ass, squeezing hard. “Let’s get fucking naked and start on our family.”
She laughed as she pushed away and slowly unbuttoned her top. He watched her, mesmerized by her sexiness, groaning when he saw her red lace bra, her pink nipples straining against it. When she stood up and shimmied out of her jeans, his cock punched at his zipper.
“Get your sexy ass over here,” he growled as she bent over, her pussy peeking from under her ass cheeks.
She giggled and unfastened her bra, throwing it across the room. Her breasts bounced slightly and she cupped them, pressing them together.
“Fuck, woman. You’re killing me. I’m gonna make your ass nice and pink.”
“Tempting me?” She kneeled on the couch. “It worked.” She kissed him hard.
He grabbed her tits and brought them to his mouth, sucking, biting, and licking them like a starving man. She threw her head back, arching her back so her breasts were deeper in his mouth. As he feasted, he ran his fingers between her legs, chuckling when they came out covered with her arousal.
She pulled away. “It’s not fair that I’m nude but you’re not.”
“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”
“This.” She tugged his shirt over his head, then pressed her hardened nipples against his chest before sliding down to his tapered waist, resting her hand on his pulsing bulge. Taking the zipper between her teeth, she locked her eyes on his and slowly unzipped his jeans.
He smiled broadly.
Fuck yeah.
