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It wasn’t long before she realized she’d completely lost the upper hand and he was the one controlling the pace and movement of her body. She let her head fall back, catching herself on his thighs with her hands.
“Jesus, I love watching those tits bounce,” Viper ground out, the words near slurred.
She moved with such force, the wild jostling of her breast somehow stimulated her and brought her closer to the edge.
And to know she’d have this for the rest of her life. That he’d be legally obligated to pleasure her in this way…
“Oh, God,” she said as he used his powerful legs to bridge up, driving his cock deeper than he’d ever been.
“Fuck!” he shouted as his body jerked and he began to come. The sight of his eyes rolling back and the tooth-breaking clench of his jaw sent her over the edge. She gave into the sensations, letting the climax pummel her into nothing but a pile of frayed nerves and sated muscles.
Boneless, she collapsed on Viper’s chest. For long minutes, the only sound in the house was the rapid panting of their breath. Viper had one hand cupped around her ass cheek while the other stroked a lazy path up and down her back. If her heart weren’t beating like an Olympic runner, she’d have been lulled to sleep by the rhythmic sensation.
That was until Viper said, “Did you just fuck the shit out of me on the floor of my brother’s house?”
Oh shit, she’d completely forgotten they weren’t in their own house. She snorted out a giggle then lost it in a fit of hilarity. Viper joined in the laughter and fuck it felt so good for them to be back to normal.
When they settled once again, he whispered against her ear, “And did you just agree to be my wife?”
“I sure as hell did,” Cassie said, unable to keep the huge smile off her face even though it was directed at Viper’s chest.
“Hmmm.”
They needed to get up, but lying sprawled on top of Viper was the most comfortable place in the world. Viper might not agree, as he was the one half naked on the hardwood floor. But getting up meant real life would intrude.
Cassie sighed. Avoiding the real world wasn’t possible. “Viper?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I heard they voted Sarge in as president.”
He blew out a breath, still running his hand over her damp back. “Yeah. Crazy fucking thing, Cassie.”
“You should be his VP.” She propped her chin on his chest. A lot would change in coming days. Viper in such a position of power gave her confidence in the club’s leadership. Didn’t matter whether she thought Sarge was the best choice to run the club. Her feelings on the matter didn’t make one ounce of difference. Because it was done. He was the Hell’s Handlers’ president. He was Viper’s president. And the only way she could think for that to be a remotely successful appointment was for him to have a strong as fuck vice president.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You’re perfect for it. Calm, smart, rational; you’ll balance him out. You’re exactly what he needs to be an effective leader.”
Viper lifted a lock of her sweaty hair, flicking it back and forth. “You think?”
“Yeah. I do.” One hundred percent.
A wrinkle formed between his eyes as he considered her words. She pressed a kiss to his chest, allowing him time to sift through what she’d said.
“Love you, Cass. Can’t fucking wait to call you my wife.”
“Love you, Viper. Can’t fucking wait to be called your wife.”
And just like that, their lives began a new chapter yet again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
PRESENT DAY - TENNESSEE
“You’re kidding, right?” Shell said around a mouthful of fries. “That’s it?”
Cassie frowned. “What do you mean?”
“That’s your big breakup story? A fight that lasted two and a half days then ended in a proposal and wild sex?” She shook her head. “Pitiful.”
That made Cassie laugh, which was perfect as it chased away the tears that had crept up on her toward the end of telling her story. She should have known recalling the passionate way Viper had proposed would dredge up a host of powerful emotions.
God, I miss that man.
If it wasn’t for Shell and her unimpressed response to the breakup-turned-engagement, Cassie might be sobbing into her coffee mug instead of laughing. Thank God for amazing friends.
“Well, I’m so sorry we didn’t have a real break up,” she said, flipping Shell the bird.
The other woman’s unglossed mouth dropped open. “Di—um, did you just flip me off?”
Cassie chuckled and did it again.
Shell rubbed her eyes then blinked. “I mean, seriously, you, Cassie, Mama V, the sweetest woman in the world, did you just stick your middle finger up at me? Twice?”
In a full-on laugh now, Cassie nodded. “Yes, sweetie, I did. That’ll teach you to make fun of an old lady’s breakup story.”
