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Breathing hard, I pound my fists into his solid chest. “And guess what? I am a rich girl. And that’s not going to change!”
Grabbing my wrists, his cocky arrogance is gone. He looks shaken and suddenly, unbelievably sad. “Yeah, it’s not gonna change. A trashman has no business with a rich girl. We both know it.”
“If you want me Jake, then you need to knock that chip off your shoulder because the only one who doesn’t think you’re good enough is you!” Sobbing, I collapse against him, my fingers clutching at his shirt as I press my face into his chest.
Slowly and with unbelievable gentleness, his heavy arms surround me. “It doesn’t bother you I was in prison or that I haul trash for a living?” his gruff voice rumbles through his big body.
“No.” My hair flies as I shake my head. I reach up and cup his smooth cheeks. “I love you, Jake. I love being with you. I don’t care what your job is, I just want to be with you.”
“I want to be with you, too,” he whispers, his face angling down until our noses are practically touching. “I love you, Savannah. I love you so damn much.”
His declaration of love has warmth rushing through me, but it’s his use of my name that leaves me speechless. In the entire time we’ve been together, he’s never once called me by name.
With a choked, guttural sob, he hauls me against him, raining warm kisses all over my face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being such a dick. I promise never to call you princess or spoiled rich girl again. Just please forgive me.”
I grab at his face, stopping his frantic kisses. His dark eyes gleam with unshed tears and I reach up and brush at his damp lashes. He shudders, letting out a tiny moan as his eyes clamp shut, and a few tears slide down his cheeks.
“Jake.”
At his name, his eyes blink open, growing wider when I smile at him.
“I kinda like it when you call me princess,” I admit with a grin.
“You do?”
Licking my lips, I push up on my tiptoes, leaning against his chest for support. “Yeah, I do.”
“Will you be mine, princess?”
“Only if you’ll be mine.”
“Fuck yes,” he growls, slamming his lips over mine.
Fuck yes, indeed.
EPILOGUE
NINE YEARS LATER
JAKE
Pulling the Rover into the club’s parking lot, I take off my sunglasses and peer into the rearview mirror at my giggling passengers all decked out in blindly white little tennis dresses. I grin at my three girls, even while I wonder for what’s gotta be the hundredth time why they don’t have them in black. Or better yet, camo, because those little white dresses don’t stay white long.
Not that I do much laundry or that we can’t afford new dresses. It’s the principle of the matter. What do people have against what seems common sense to me?
A lot has changed since I married my princess, and my attitude was the biggest change.
I’m not so quick to judge anymore and it goes both ways. Instead, I let someone’s mettle show me who they really are, something I thought I used to do, but nope, I was just as much of a jerk as I blamed others for being.
When I used to say Savannah was a spoiled little rich girl, well, I had no idea how right I actually was. I might have a filthy job, but she’s filthy rich, as in more money than I can really comprehend, thanks to a trust fund her late mother left her.
Some days, I still can’t believe she wanted me. An ex-con trashman with a chip on his shoulder bigger than his fool head.
But she loves me.
And damn, I adore her, from the top of her blonde head right down to her ticklish toes.
Every single day is a new chance to tell her how much I love her and what a lucky man I am. And every time I look at our three girls, my chest feels so full that I know I’m blessed.
