“That’s so fucking pretty, seeing you take me like that. I could get used to that.”
“You are going to get used to that. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You have a way of turning me on, woman. You’re all mine, and that means you’re going to ride my dick, take my name, and wear my fucking patch.”
Lindsey paused, staring down at him. “Wear your patch?”
She’d not thought of that. “You mean that?”
“When it comes to you, I only ever say the things I mean. I want you to be my old lady, Lindsey. There’s not going to be any other woman.”
“What do you mean about taking your name?” she asked.
“You know what it means.”
He nodded. “Yeah, Lindsey. I want to marry you. To take you as my wife, to put my ring on your finger and to let every fucking asshole around here know that you belong to me. That you will always belong to me.”
Staring into his dark gaze, she was suddenly overcome with love.
Leaning down, she claimed his lips. “I love you,” she said, whispering the words against his lips.
“Good, because now I want to come before Chinese arrives,” he said, giving her ass a slap.
She released a giggle, and began riding his cock, taking him as deep inside her as he could go.
Pie held her hips, pulling her down as she thrust up to meet him. The sounds of their moaning echoed around the room, and she loved it. Pie was all hers. There’s no way she’d ever let another woman take him.
She loved him more than anything else in the world, and even though she’d offered to help him find his woman, in the end, she’d found her Mr. Right.
Pie’s grip on her tightened, and he spun her around so he was once again on top.
He slammed in deep, fucking her harder than before. Reaching between them, she teased her clit and came with just a few strokes, her orgasm sparking his.
His grunt echoed around the room, turning her on even more as his cock pulsed deep inside her.
Just as they came down from their blissful peak, the knock on her door interrupted them.
“I’m starving. Try and not look so fuckable while I get my strength back,” he said, dropping a kiss to her lips.
She smiled, watching him go. Her body still shook from the aftershocks of their sex. She’d never get enough of this man, and she loved him.
Pie entered the room. “You bought enough to feed an army. Come on, baby.” He moved toward the bed, picking her up. Letting out a little squeal, she giggled as he carried her out of the bedroom toward the sitting room. His cum leaked out onto her leg, and she quickly made her escape to the bathroom to clean up from the tryst.
Staring at her reflection, she was shocked by the happiness she saw.
Even to her, her eyes seemed to shine a little happier, and the smile on her lips was wider than she ever recalled it being. There was so much love she felt building up inside her, and it was all directed at Pie.
“This is how I see you every single day,” Pie said.
She glanced over her shoulder to see him staring at her.
He moved up behind her, his hands on her hips. “So beautiful, so charming, so … mine.”
“You see me as being yours?” she asked.
“Always. Every single day. Watching you on those dates was the fucking worst.”
“Is that why you always picked bad ones?”
“I don’t know what I’d have done if you’d ever gone on more than one date with those men. I wanted to fucking kill them, Lindsey. For a long time, you’ve been mine, and I’m not giving you up, not ever, not for anything.”
“I know what’s involved with becoming an old lady, Pie. I’m not afraid of that. You don’t think the club will mock you for taking someone like me?”
“Someone like you? You mean a woman that is so sweet, so charming, so beautiful that at times I can’t believe how fucking lucky I am that you’ve picked me.”
Tears stung her eyes from his sweet words. “I had no idea you were so romantic.”
“I’m not even trying to be right now, Lindsey. I’m being honest with you. I’ve never been more honest with anyone else in my life. I don’t give a flying fuck what the club thinks. This is me, Lindsey and what I say is this, you’re mine. You’ve always been mine, and no one is going to fuck with that.” He tilted her head back. “I love you.”
“I love you too. This will certainly be a proposal to tell the kids,” she said.
He chuckled. “I want loads of them, Lindsey. An army of them. Boy and girls, maybe a few sets of twins in the mix.”
Tears filled her eyes, but they were happy tears. “You promise?”