I began to slide my mouth up and down his shaft, moaning when I felt the muscles of his leg tighten under me and his fist clench in the fabric of my shirt. I moaned against his flesh at the feeling of power that coursed through my veins.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Do that again.”
I moaned again, letting him feel the vibrations from my throat. His hand moved up, tangling in my hair as he began to guide the movements of my head.
“Can you suck me harder?”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” It was the only answer I could manage while my mouth was full of his dick. That and the pumping ofmy cheek muscles against his shaft while I opened and closed my lips around his length. It was more than enough, though. His hips jerked up and there was a loud gasp above me.
“You better pull away unless you want me to come in your mouth.”
I didn’t pull away. Instead, I sucked harder until I felt the jet of his come hit the back of my throat. I held still as his dick twitched in my mouth, swallowing when I finally lifted my head. Licking my lips, I sat up and shifted back into my seat, blushing.
“Marry me.” I felt the blood drain from my face, removing all traces of my embarrassment at my boldness.
“What?” I gasped, certain I hadn’t heard him right.
He pulled over to the side of the road, put the car in park and turned to face me. Pulling my hands into his own, he looked deeply into my eyes. “Marry me,” he repeated.
“I guess I must be really good at blow jobs,” I joked.
“You are,” he agreed, his lip tilting up in a grin. “But that’s not why I’m asking. The last name change may help me to hide you.”
My heart dropped. This was definitely the least romantic proposal in the history of the world. I crossed my arms over my chest, a protective shield I suddenly felt I needed for this conversation. “Don’t you think marriage is a little excessive?”
Brecken reached down and rested his hand on my belly. “You’re going to become my wife one way or another.”
“How romantic,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“And you could be pregnant with my baby already.”
11
BRECKEN
“Holy crap,” she breathed out, her already pale complexion turning another shade lighter. Her hand moved over mine, holding it in place while she stared at me in amazement. “I might be pregnant.”
“That’s what happens when you have sex without a condom.”
“We had sex without a condom.”
She sounded like a parrot repeating after me, and it was fucking adorable. “We did.”
It was much less adorable when she punched my arm—until she shook her fist out while practically hopping in her seat. “Crap, crap, crap,” she chanted. “You’re built like a brick wall.”
I pulled her hand towards my lips and kissed it gently. “And you’re avoiding the question.”
My precious girl demonstrated her bravery once again by taking a deep breath and blurting out her concern. “If I’m not pregnant, would you still want me to be your wife? Because if so, I think we should wait, even if it means it will be easier for the bad guys to track me down. I might not approve of how my dad earns his money, but even though I haven’t talked to myparents in six months, I still want a marriage like theirs. I want my husband and me to be a team.”
“I want the same thing.” I knew I was fucking this up, not explaining it to Hadley well. Even worse, I was making her think I wasn’t serious about my proposal. Digging deep, I tried to find the words to convince her to say yes. “For you to be my teammate, I mean. I didn’t have the best example of marriage with my parents, but one thing the military taught me was the importance of knowing you can rely on your team. I know it’s insane for me to know this already, hell I gave Morgan a hard time for moving Angelica into his house the day he met her and here I am trying to convince you to marry me two days after you met me.”
My chuckle held no humor because I had too much riding on this to find it funny. I saw something working behind her pretty green eyes as I spoke, so I pushed forward and hoped for the best. “Baby or no baby, I want you to be my wife. I should never have presented this to you as a way to better protect you. That was me being an ass and using the situation to my advantage to try to avoid admitting to the real reason I’m asking you. And that reason is I want my ring on your finger, my last name after your first and you living in my home. Not just for the short term, either. I want it forever.”
Tears were streaming down her face in earnest, and they worried the fuck out of me. I hoped like hell they weren’t a sign of me fucking this up even more. When a huge grin split her face, my lungs seized. And then she gave me the answer I’d been waiting for.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Wrapping my hands under her armpits, I lifted her over the console and onto my lap. I captured her lips with mine and sealed our promises to each other with a kiss. When I finally lifted my head, her cheeks were dry and her eyes were dazed.
