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“I don’t want your dick tattooed.” I shuddered in his arms. When I’d mentioned it in his hospital bed, I’d totally be joking. “Could you handle the needle poking it hundreds of times?”
His lips went on my neck. “Probably not. I’d have to be knocked out.”
“What about above your hairline? It could say ‘Property of Eve’ with an arrow pointing toward your cock.”
“We could do that, I suppose.”
I laughed into his chest. “I wonder how many couples talk about tattooing dicks.”
“Probably not many.”
“No, probably not.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Can you believe we’re dancing and kissing out in the open?” Even though everyone knew Art and I were together, we hadn’t spent much time outside my bedroom. We’d been recovering from our ordeal. I guessed tonight was sort of like a coming-out party.
“It’s a little weird after hiding my feelings for more than a year. The guys didn’t give me shit during church.”
“I hadn’t wanted to ask how it went. I was afraid they were a bunch of assholes to you.”
“Nope, they kept quiet.”
“Hmm. What about Maddox? How’d he do with Boone?” After the crew returned from the cabin, I hadn’t sought out my son.
“I think he gave me his blessing.”
“He did? That’s fantastic.”
“I’d say so. Now I feel like we can move forward.” He kissed me through the rest of the song. “Hotel California” by the Eagles was one of my favorite songs. It was freaking fantastic background music for fucking. When Art and I would meet at the motel, he would play it for me.
Clapping ensued after the song ended.
Art took my hand. “Let’s do this.” He led me to the center of the room to officially claim me before his MC brothers and family.
I knew he was going to do this. Every member had to make a formal announcement. Then afterward, the couple usually went off to fuck. Sadly, we wouldn’t be having sex for a couple of more weeks.
Every pair of eyes were on us. My fellow old ladies were grinning. Even my boys were watching with interest. Maddox wasn’t smiling like Markey, but I could see it in his eyes. He was okay with Art claiming me.
“You all know what I’m about to say. This beautiful woman whom we all love and respect is the love of my life. I claim her. Eve Knight is mine.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me long and hard in front of everyone.
Clapping and whistling surrounded us. I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. This was how we did it in the KLMC bar. Public affection was nothing new. It was one of the things I’d envied when other couples made out in the bar, but not anymore.
Art raised his hand to quiet them. “One more thing. I won’t get mushy with my words. I haven’t hired a flashmob or videographer to capture the moment, and there won’t be fireworks, except in our bedroom.” Art winked and lifted my hand to kiss the top.
What was he doing?
“Life isn’t worth living without Eve. I exist for her. Naturally, I would make her my old lady, but I want to take it one step further.” He lowered to one knee.
“Oh my God.” I covered my mouth with my free hand. It shouldn’t surprise me that he would do this so soon after we nearly died. Every night when we were in bed, we talked about the future. Art wanted to build us a house and a barn to put a pool table in it. All I wanted was a baby, which he was more than happy to give me.
“Eve Knight, sweetness, will you marry me and spend the rest of our days loving each other?” He shot me a panty-melting grin.
The rest of our days. I loved that he had kept it open-ended instead of saying, for the next ten, thirty, or fifty years. There was no predicting how many years we’d have together, but I would sure as hell cherish every single day I had with Art.
I stared into his eye, absorbing the love in them into my soul, and nodded.
Epilogue
Sugar
Twenty-nine years later…
