“I won’t be introducing you bastards to her anytime soon,” I said, marching up to the motel.
Trooper trotted along behind me.
“Come on. Why not? We just want to welcome her into the family.”
My gaze panned over the door numbers until I found room ten, where Kramer was staying. I glanced back over my shoulder at Trooper.
“Because she doesn’t even know I’m planning to propose yet. So, I don’t need you knuckleheads chasing her off with your antics.”
Then I rammed my shoulder against the door. The lock splintered and the door burst open. Kramer was seated in front of the television in his boxer shorts with a case of beer on the table next to him.
“What the fuck?”
He rose from his chair and before he could take a swing at me, I grabbed his wrist and twisted until the bone snapped. Kramer squealed like the pig he is.
“That’s what you get for laying your hands on my woman,” I said.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Kramer screeched, cradling his broken wrist.
“Trust me, buddy,” Trooper said. “You’re lucky he’s not cutting your balls off and using them as Christmas ornaments.”
“Who the hell are you?” Kramer demanded.
Trooper grinned.
“Just a spectator who came to watch the show. I love seeing a creep get his ass kicked.”
Kramer turned five shades of red in the span of two seconds. He lunged at me, but Trooper stuck his foot out. Kramer tripped and went sprawling on his back. I crouched down next to him and grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him up to my face.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” I said. “Stay away from my future wife.”
Releasing him with disgust, I walked out, eager to get home to Riley.
Riley stretched with a yawn when I arrived. She rubbed her eyes and attempted to tame the wild halo of frizzy curls around her head.
“Where were you?” she said with a sleepy little pout. “I woke up and you were gone.”
“I’m here now, angel. I was just working.”
She squinted at me, suspicious. I kissed that little worry line between her brows until it smoothed away. Then I stripped off my clothes, coaxing her pussy open with my fingers again. I’d barely been away from her for an hour and it was driving me crazy.
“Remember what you said to me last night?” I asked.
Riley whimpered, fucking herself on my fingers.
“I don’t—I said a lot of things. I don’t remember.”
Fumbling for a condom, I barely got it on before I was plunging inside her again, watching the ecstasy play across her beautiful face.
“You said that I couldn’t possibly be thinking about marriage,” I said.
Riley gave a shaky exhale with a moan. I smoothed her hair back from her forehead, making sure she looked at me
“I want you to marry me, Riley,” I said. “I’ve known practically since the moment I met you.”
Her walls clenched around my cock with a vise-like grip. I grunted, thrusting balls-deep with surprise.
“Wh-what?” she stammered. “You can’t mean—you’re not serious.”
