“Do I get any say in this?”
“A little.I knew at that first kiss you were mine.I knew before I ever got you on the back of my bike or here at the clubhouse that you would be mine.I fell far faster than I’d ever thought possible but I can’t imagine living without you.Will you be my old lady, Winter?”
“I have a couple of questions before I answer.”
He didn’t say anything right away, but lifted both brows in question.
“If I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine?”
“It does.”
“Does it mean if I catch a club slut hanging on you, I can teach her some manners or will you still be spreading yourself around?”
Bishop lifted one brow.“Spreading myself around?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do.And yes, you can.There’s no one else I want.You’re mine and I’m yours.No extracurricular activities, at least not unless we’re both involved and both consent.”
“Are you saying you want to share me?Because I’m not in for that.”
Bishop shook his head.“I’m not into sharing, though I might have tried it once, if you wanted it.I’ll never force you into something you don’t want.We can talk about anything before we do it, if that makes you more comfortable.What I’m talking about is commitment.I want you.I love you.I want to be sure you’re mine for the rest of our lives.”
“I can live with that.”
“Good.”He pulled her close.Winter rested her forehead against his chest.“One more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You ever thought about getting inked?”
“I’ve considered it, but haven’t found anything I want bad enough to wear for the rest of my life.”
“Would you consider getting my name?”
She pulled back and looked up at him.“If I’m inked with your name, you’re getting inked with mine.”
“Done, Spitfire.”
“Then I’m yours.”She looked up at him, watching with a happy smile as he moved in for a kiss.
It might not have been a fairy tale meeting but Bishop had turned out to be her knight.If he rode a steel horse instead of a white steed, who was she to turn him away?Besides, horses shit way too much.She’d take a Harley over a horse any day.
