My heart hammers against my ribs as he opens the box. A huge oval diamond glitters like the twinkling lights.
“Will you marry me, Sauce?”
My racing thoughts crash into each other. This can’t be happening.
Too soon. Too reckless.
Completelyinsane.
57
JAMIE
Ihalf expect her to do the sensible thing and say no. Or at least, not yet.
Instead, Sawyer smiles and holds out her hand, whispering, “Hell or high water.”
Fuck’s sake,yes.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until I exhale. Bringing her hand to my mouth, I kiss her knuckles fiercely and then slide the ring on her finger.
So, that’s it. My new life underway with a gorgeous American girl with no good sense in her. The surreal quality of the whole night wrecks my head.
When Sauce bends down to kiss me, I realize I’m still on bended knee.
Christ’s sake.Collect yourself and get on.
Rising, I give her a sound kiss.
“Jamie, it’s freezing.”
“I know. Though I can’t feel it just now.” I wink.
After I take her back up to the road, I tuck her into Ash’s hotrod.
As I circle the car, I glance up at the black sky and its sprinkling of stars. “Got it,” I whisper, half in prayer. “Right, that’s me accepting this gift and swearing I’ll take care of her.” After a solemn moment, I climb into the driver’s seat.
Sauce is giddy on the drive back to Trick’s, more talkative than I’ve ever seen her. Which makes me smile.
Ash lets us into the house and spots the sparkler straight off, giving us hugs and kisses and promising to help with the wedding prep. It’s grand altogether.
When we get to the guest room and start to undress, Sawyer pauses near the edge of the bed to admire the ring. “It’s incredible. I love it.”
My cock’s too preoccupied with her bare breasts to take up the cause of a touching moment, but I manage a nod to convey I’m glad she likes the ring.
Looking up from her hand, she glances at the door. “We can have sex here, right?”
“We can, yeah. Just not so loud that we wake the house.”
Drawing in a breath, she drops her knickers and climbs in bed. “Now that you have me for life, I hope you’re not planning to slack off.”
It takes me a second to catch her meaning. Then, I laugh. “Of the two of us, your interest in sex is likely to fade long before mine.”
“No, it won’t.”
That brings a smile to my face as I climb in bed. “A competition, is it? To see who tires first?” My hand slides between her legs.
Her fingers slip along my collarbone, over my shoulder, and into the hair at the nape of my neck. Her voice is a tantalizing whisper. “Sounds good to me.”
