He fell against my body, kissing my lips while he rested inside. I was spent. We were both sweaty and sticky, but I couldn’t care less. I was out of breath and on a high. It felt good to finally be back with him in every way.
After catching our breath, Jacob backed away, rolled over, and pulled my body on top of his while keeping himself planted inside of me.
“Rest, Dimples. Let's take a quick nap, then we’ll shower and get ready for the party.”
That sounded just fine to me. As soon as I closed my eyes, sleep took me.
Chapter Eighteen
TECH
After our little reunion, Will and I were finally dressed for the party. While I was simply dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a black shirt, Will wore a pair of loose-fitting, ripped black jeans and a black sheer top. It stopped right above his navel. He also had on a pair of black-and-white high-tops, thick-soled shoes. They gave him a little extra height. I still had a good three or four inches on him, though.
He examined himself in the mirror before spinning around to me. “How do I look?” he asked nervously.
I pulled him into my arms, grazing my lips across his. “You look sexy as fuck, Dimples. Why are you so jittery right now?”
He sighed. “Because this is the first real party I’ve been to. The kickback was small, and we weren’t openly together then.”
I nodded, understanding his concern. “Let me tell you something, Will. No one is going to disrespect either of us. If they do, I don’t have a problem with their face ramming into my fist.”
Will threw his head back, laughing. “You mean you’ll ram your fist in their face?” he tittered.
“Tomato, tomahto.” I shrugged. “But there is one thing missing from your outfit.”
“Huh?” His pretty face bunched up in confusion.
Silently, I walked over to the bed and reached under it. Pulling out a box, I set it on the mattress. “Open it.”
“Oooo, I love gifts.” He clapped his hands as he hurried over to the bed. He ripped the lid from the gift box, slinging tissue paper everywhere. When he revealed his property, his entire body froze. On the right side,Sinful Warriors MCwas stitched on it.
Will didn’t move a single muscle as he stared down at the box, speechless. My stomach sank, thinking he wasn’t ready for this step. I didn’t need to explain what property cuts meant to Will. He had been around long enough to know that if I was giving this to him, I wanted him forever.
He turned to me, and his eyes were filled with unshed tears. “Are you serious?” His voice cracked.
I realized his silence stemmed from shock and joy. “Yes. I told you this thing was for eternity for me. So, tell me, Dimples. Will you be my ol’ man and make me the happiest man alive?”
Wiping his tears, he nodded vigorously. “Yes!” he exclaimed, rushing into my arms. He threw his arms around my neck and held me tight.
I hugged him back, feeling his tears drop onto my shoulder. I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “Why all the tears, baby?”
“I just never thought we would get here. They’re happy tears. I promise.” He pulled away and picked up his cut. Once he put it on, he went back to the mirror, with a huge smile stretched across his face. “Okay. Now I’m ready.”
He strutted out of the bedroom as confidence oozed off him. I chuckled, following behind him. As we made our way down the trail, I noticed most of the guys with Ol’ Ladies were leaving their homes as well. Oscar was standing outside of Red and Alice’s home, talking with Alice.
They both gazed in our direction as we made our way over. Alice's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. “Will! Is that a property cut? Ahhhh!” she shrieked as she ran over to us.
All the commotion caught the attention of the other Ol’ Ladies, and they followed suit. They were all cheering while Will laughed heartily and hugged each of them.
“We've got to get a picture! Our clique is growing,” Cara proclaimed as she bounced in excitement.
Oscar pulled out his phone. “Well, strike a pose.”
The ladies and Will wasted no time cheesing for the picture. They changed poses like this was a real photoshoot. Oscar made it better by offering tips on the perfect angles. The guys and I stood by the side, amused by this impromptu photoshoot. For their last pose, they all turned around, giving their backs to the camera while looking over their shoulders.
SeeingProperty of Techstitched in big, bold letters on the back of his cut had me hardening in my jeans. I knew he was mine, but seeing him wear the declaration on his body made me ready to drag him back home.
After they were done, Will made promises to forward all the pictures to the ladies once Oscar sent them to him. Making his way back over to me, he was grinning so hard. Those dimples in his cheeks weren’t going away anytime soon. Seeing him this happy did something to me. This was all I ever wanted for us.
