Yes, it had felt weird living in his house that was now our house after everything that had happened with the fire.
But the club tried to come through.
But I had it covered.
And when they learned how rich I really was, they each listed something they wanted for Christmas next year.
***
And that wink was because of the blue velvet box he set atop a white colored gift box.
“What’s this?” I asked.
He winked, “Open them.”
I opened the white colored gift box and then shrieked.
Because there in front of me was a property kutte.
I hurriedly put it on and asked, “So, how do I look?”
He winked, “Fucking perfect. Need you to open the other box. Fast.”
I mock glared at him for trying to rush me, then I opened the smaller box.
And felt my breath stall in my lungs.
It was the most stunning gold ring with a huge ass circular diamond in the center surrounded by smaller diamonds.
I felt tears hit my eyes as I cradled the box in my hands.
My eyes moved up to his, “When did you get this?” I asked.
“Would you believe me if I said I got it before our first date?”
I snickered, “You mean our only official date?”
He winced, “I’ll fix that too.”
I shook my head, then placed the box down and moved toward him and I shook my head, “No. You won’t. You always tell me that I was made for you, but Grey, you were made for me, too. I don’t need dates. What I need is to know that you love me. And I have that.”
He growled.
“Baby girl, I’m holding myself back from making love to you. Get that ring on your finger so I can do that with both of my claims on your ass.”
I squealed, “Well, it’s not a proposal if you don’t put the ring on my finger.”
He chuckled, “Right.”
And the moment he slid the ring on my finger, he pressed a kiss to it and whispered, “Thank you for letting me be your man. Greatest fucking honor I’ve ever known.”
And with my ring on my finger, and the property kutte on my back, he made love to me.
Long, slow, gentle, and sweet.
And then... well, I got on my hands and knees in front of him, and gone was the long, slow, gentle, and sweet, and in its place was rough, wild, and demanding.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned as he slammed into me.
