I tapped his cheek with the butt of the Desert Eagle handle. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Other people would do the same thing for you.”
He took the guns from me and leaned down to set them on the floor on the other side of the vehicle, which didn’t take much movement from him with his long arms. He chuckled and it sounded bitter. “I can tell you from experience, they won’t. Not many people have your enthusiasm. Your heart. So, what do you think about me? Marrying me?”
He was dead serious.Holy fuck.
I’d half expected him to laugh over what he’d said about marrying me when we were finished with this job. I stared at him and caressed my fingers over the large scar on my right cheek as I thought about what his offer might mean.
My entire life would change permanently. This wouldn’t just be a few months away from home until the guy I was seeing dumped me—he was talking about a lifetime commitment. This was a shock, and our relationship was moving really quickly.
I would’ve said no on general principle if I wasn’t starting to care about him and his family more than I ever had anyone else.
Legend chased after my fingertips with his lips, pecking kisses in a row along the puckered skin on my face. “If this bothers you, I’ll pay to get the best docs to fix it. Anything you want, Lolly.” His tone was fierce, as if he was promising he would slay a dragon for me and lay it at my feet. In a way, I guess that was exactly what he was doing.
I froze and stared at him. Did I need to have that particular monster murdered anymore? My injuries had been on my mind a lot during the first month after the accident, especially the ones that were still healing. If someone had asked me at that point what I would like to do, I probably would’ve said I definitely wanted to get surgery someday. Now that I’d proven to myself I could still do exactly what I wanted with my life, looking how I do.... Being perfect in every way was far less important.
“Will you still want to marry me if I look like this when I walk down the aisle?” I smiled at him, and since I was thinking about it, I could feel how my skin pulled, slightly different than it had most of my life.
“In a heartbeat.” He stared directly into my eyes and brushed my hair back off my forehead. It was probably a fluffy mess, thanks to the ski mask.
Warmth simmered in my belly. “I’ve had time to think about it—the scars. They’ve been on me long enough that they’re starting to be part of me. They’re like my tattoo. They remind me of what I was trying to do in my life when I got them. And yes, I do get upset when people stare at them, but they’re a piece of who I am now. I almost died getting them. I’m not going through more surgery just to have them maybe be slightly more faded than they are now.” I touched my cheek again.
“I love every bit of you, Lolly.” He brushed a kiss onto the tip of my nose.
“How? How so fast?” Fear skittered through me but faded because he simply continued to look into my eyes.
He shrugged, and a seriousness I’d seen when he was shooting people crossed his expression, giving me a chill. “Why should I drag my feet? I met you. We fit. You’re sweet. You make me laugh. I want to put my cock in your pretty arsehole every minute I can. Why wait on making it official?”
“You’re such a romantic.”
He snorted.
Tears burned in my eyes as I flung my arms around his neck and hugged him. Emotions I couldn’t quite deal with overwhelmed me. “I love you, too. You make me feel beautiful.” I squirmed on his cock and it seemed to prove my point when he growled. “Maybe it’s fucked up that this is what does it for me.” I slid my hips from side to side until he hissed between his clenched teeth. “This makes me feel better. I love how much you want me. I’ll marry you, as long as you promise to fuck me in my wedding dress.”
He let out a low noise that reminded me of a hungry bear and laid me down across the seat. “Keep your eyes on the road,” he snarled at the driver. “You peek, and I’ll pluck them out and feed them to my jellyfish.”
“Righto,” the man said.
I was a little embarrassed because I’d been in my own world with Legend and had almost forgotten there was anyone else in it. He tugged my shoes off and set them gently on the floor next to the guns, and they made a strange but perfect juxtaposition—the deadly metal and the flowered shoes. He peppered kisses along the rose tattoo that wrapped around my ankle and leg, pushing up my skirt as he went, then kissed my straining cock through my pink panties. I rocked against his mouth, but he didn’t stop to do anything except drive me crazy with his warm breath through the thin fabric.
Legend stared me directly in the eyes as he shredded the top of my dress, pulling it open and destroying the sturdy material. I laughed because I’d never seen anyone except him do that in real life, but I was deeply impressed because it wasn’t like it was easy to rip a dress in half. He licked across my collarbone to one of the longer reddish scars, and I closed my eyes as he continued finding each one, painting lust onto the marks that pain had caused and making them something new. He ran his fingertips along the flowers on the pink bralette I had on, then slid back down at what had to be an uncomfortable angle for him.
“What are you doing?”
“Let me work, Lolly,” he said, then snapped the sides of my panties like they were pieces of paper. My cock burst free from its prison and a pleasant sensation tangled in my groin and made me even harder.
“You’re going to owe me some new clothes.” I tried to sound stern but failed.
“Mm, you have to take me with you when you go shopping for them.” He gave me a cheerful wink. I almost levitated out of my body as he sucked me down to the base. I was so on edge it only took the wet heat of his mouth and one or two bobs of his head before I arched and cried out, unloading. My muscles clenched and the rush of joy made my groin so tight that it was almost painful. My balls pulsed as they emptied. He kept going as sharp jabs of pleasure punched through my belly and stole my breath.
My eyes closed and I had no idea what was happening, but I heard the Jeep door open and realized we weren’t moving anymore.
“Up you go, Lolly.”
“Your mom’s gonna kill you,” I mumbled.
He grunted.
I snickered.
