“I was freaking out too. The thought of never seeing you again made my insides freeze. I knew you’d come for me, but I wasn’t sure if it would be in time. I feel so connected to you.”
Diablo came over to her and tugged her up, then swung her into his arms, his lips gently covering hers. A shiver rippled through her as she drew his tongue into her mouth.
“I love you, sweet pea,” he said against her lips, his hands roaming over her body.
“I loved you before I even met you.”
He led her to the couch, his lips fused on hers, and pulled her onto his lap. “I’m crazy about you. Some of the brothers think I’m acting like a love-sick pussy, but I don’t give a shit.”
Fallon laughed and kissed his chin.
“I want you in my life forever, woman. I want you to stand beside me through the good and bad. I want you to ride with me until our last sunset.”
“What’re you saying?” she said in a low voice.
“I want you to be my wife.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I need you.”
Joy glistened in her eyes. “I need you too.”
“Then it’s a yes?”
“A huge yes.” She peppered his face with kisses as tears trickled down her cheeks, happiness flooding her to the core.
“You just made me fuckin’ happy.” His face split into a wide grin.
Sniffling, she wiped her wet cheeks. “I’m ecstatic. I want to always have you by my side.”
He nodded, watching her fixedly. “I want a biker wedding, but we can do some of the stuff you want too.”
“A biker wedding is fine, even though I don’t really know what that means. I can guess Harleys play a role in it.”
He laughed. “Fuck yeah, sweet pea. You’re catching on.”
Placing her hands on each side of his face, she said, “Your world is what saved me, so it’s only fitting that we share our love with your brothers.”
“You’re a kickass old lady.”
“I do have one request. I’ve never been to the ocean. I fell in love with Santa Monica Pier when I first saw the movieThe Lost Boys. I want to go there for our honeymoon.”
“That’s a fuckin’ awesome movie. We’ll go to Santa Monica and make love on the beach. Whatever you want, you got.”
She licked his lips, then moved her tongue away when he tried to grab it with his teeth. Running her tongue up his throat to his chin, she kissed him deep and messy. He grasped her hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. She sucked in her breath. Dragging his tongue to her ear, he pulled her earlobe between his teeth and whispered, “This is all yours. Always.” His hand glided under her T-shirt.
Taking his hand she moved it over her breast. “And I’m all yours.”
As his heated eyes caught and held hers, she smiled wickedly and slowly unzipped his jeans.
