Flash grabbed a coupleof beers and a bottle of wine before leading me up to a room at the club. It was a nice room, but the bed was small, so it was going to be interesting. “That’s not a twin, is it?”
Flash chuckled. “Double, but it might as well be. I’m not high enough in the ranks to have a designated room.” He wrapped his arms around me. “You’ll just have to cuddle.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t a big cuddler and he’d found that out last night. I ran hot and when I slept, I wanted nothing touching me except a sheet and maybe one blanket. Another human body... no way.
“Counter suggestion,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me all night, so there’ll be no reason to cuddle.”
Flash dropped his head back and laughed. “Challenge accepted.”
I looped my arms around his neck. “Are you sure it’s okay we’re up here?”
“We’re not teenagers sneaking off in our parents’ homes, baby.”
“I know, but it is a family night, so I just want to make sure...”
He raised an eyebrow. “My parents left the party an hour ago.”
“Your dad’s the president of the club, Flash. I may not know much, but I’m pretty sure that since he’s the boss, he can do whatever he wants.”
“There is that,” he conceded. “But I promise, it’s all good.”
I kissed him. “Well, I’m not one to complain about a chance to get your D, so how about we get naked?”
He kissed me again. “Yes ma’am. But I have something for you first.”
I grinned. “A present? You know how much I love presents.”
As I kept my arms around his neck, he slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bubble thing. It looked like something you’d get in a gumball machine.
“What the heck is that?” He grinned, popping the top off and I gasped. Inside the little plastic bubble was a fake diamond ring. “Oh my god.”
“I won this today when I was contributing to Niall’s arcade addiction.”
I’d watched him with all the kids, taking note of the way he was with the little ones and knowing immediately he was going to be an incredible dad.
He pulled the ring out of the bubble and took my hand. “My beautiful Tate, will you accept this until I can get you a real ring?”
He slid it on, and it stopped at my knuckle, so he stretched the plastic gently and tried again. It fit perfectly and I threw myself against him. “Yes. Of course, honey. I will be proud to wear it.”
“Do you want to pick your ring, or do you trust me to do it?” he asked.
“That feels like a trick question,” I complained.
“Not a trick, Tate, I just know you.”
“Except, if I say I want to pick it, then it sounds like I’m saying I don’t trust you and that’s not the truth.”
“We’ll choose it together, then.”
I grinned. “But you know I trust you right?”
“Yeah, baby. I know.”
“Now, it’s my turn to give you a present,” I said, my hands going to the waistband of his jeans.
