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As she tries to wipe the tears from her eyes, I start to laugh with her. We must have been making a lot of weird noises, as the door bursts open and Barbara rushes in.

“Are you two okay? I thought someone was strangling a cat in here,” she blurts out.

“Strangling a cat! Oh my!” Molly cracks up all over again, with fresh tears running down her cheeks. Seeing this, I laugh even harder and have to hold my sides because it hurts so much.

Shaking her head at us both, Barbara mutters, “What the fuck,” and turns to leave. Hearing her swear, which is something she never does, causes Molly and me to look at each other and laugh even harder, if that were possible.

It takes us several minutes to get back to some semblance of normality, and we are still gasping for breath, even then. Finally getting our breath back and wiping away the tears, Molly grins at me.

“So, you’ve become a hussy, have you? Well, I wouldn’t worry about it. I was just the same when Breaker and I first got together. It has calmed a little, but in private, we still go at it like rabbits. Oh, and don’t be shocked when I say that Barbara has a thing for Cannon. Ever since that day you brought Mateo in and Cannon carried Barbara out of the room, she looks at him like a god. As far as she’s concerned he hung the moon just for her to enjoy it.”

Feeling a little better about my sexual desires and my huge sexual appetite now I know Molly and Breaker are still at it, I return to my office and enjoy my little fantasies as I work my shift.

Fury picks me up at the end of the day, and as we drive home, I remember one of the fantasies I had. “Oh, what the hell,” I say out loud, and as he drives I unzip his pants to take him in my mouth. As he tries to complain I say, “ Shu-up-an-dwive!”

Sitting on the couch enjoying a movie, Fury damn near flinches every time I move. I find it highly amusing, so do it all the more.

“You know you stand a good chance of falling pregnant, even with precautions, at the rate we’re making love, don’t you?” This takes me by surprise as I didn’t think he’d be worried if I did. “I think we should get married before that happens,” he throws out there.

“Aren’t you supposed to ask me first? I think you’re going about this ass backward, my lover.” We only touched on the whole marriage thing when we were getting back together, and that was Whack’s doing. There’s been no discussion and certainly no proposal.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to propose. I don’t see us as a traditional couple, me being a biker and all. We haven’t exactly done the whole no sex before marriage, have we?”

“You have an excuse for everything, don’t you? I don’t need a traditional wedding per se, but I’m begging no man to get down on one knee.”

Fury stands and pulls me to my feet with him. As I stand there, he drops to one knee and pulls a little box from his pocket. Looking up at me, he says, “Jamie Grant, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Spend our lives together and have a bunch of kids, a house, a dog, and a white picket fence around the yard?”

“How long have you been planning this, you, you…?”

“Jamie. Focus on the question. Will you marry me? Yes or no?”

“Yes. Of course, yes. You’re an asshole, you know that don’t you?”

“A sexy, handsome asshole that loves you. Yes, I know that. Now, about the whole wedding thing. How do you want to do that? Big fancy thing, small intimate thing, or elope and just the two of us?”

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” Quoting a movie line that somehow springs to mind. “Then we’ll talk about it.”

“Show me the way home, honey. Didn’t think I’d know that, did you?” Fury grins at me.

Scooping me up, bridal style, we head upstairs to bed, and I’m thankful for the stamina that Fury keeps finding for all our romps.

Not surprisingly, I’m late for work this morning. Molly hears me say hi to Barbara and calls me to her office before I can sneak by.

“Not like you to be late.” Of course, this has me blushing to my roots, and she knew what she was doing. “I won’t ask what kept you.” I stick my tongue out at her, and she winks back at me.

Once in my office, I sit behind my desk and just stare at the monitor screen without turning it on. “Molly! Get in here!”

Molly saunters in and flops into a chair. “I think it’s a great idea. We’d be neighbors and could keep popping in and out of each other's houses at all hours. You should definitely do it.”

“How do you do that? You know it freaks people out, don’t you? This mind-reading thing you have going on is downright spooky.” I look at her wide-eyed as I say this.

“It’s not as freaky as you think. I just know the people that I do it to very well is all. Besides, you’re wearing a ring, so he proposed at last. Next step would be getting moved in together, and I don’t see you at the clubhouse full-time, so a house on the compound is the next logical step. Four kids running around would be safe in the yard and with the rest of the compound to run riot in, hey presto. Not rocket science, my friend.”

“He did the whole down on one knee thing. It was fantastic. He made feel so special.”

“I’m sure he did. All night too, I bet. So, when’s the wedding and what sort of wedding are we having? Traditional white, or a traditional biker, or are you sneaking off for a Vegas type of thing, maybe?” I want a quiet wedding with just Fury and me, but how do I break that to Molly? She’s become a good friend, and I don’t want to hurt her feelings.

“This is going to be difficult to say…”