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Closing his eyes, he nuzzled as he offered soft kisses. “I meant it,” he murmured into her skin.

“What?” she said through her ragged panting.

Words said in the throes of passion couldn’t always be reliable. That wasn’t the case with Kid. While he might have been out of his mind and fueled by need and testosterone, he spoke the truth. Being without her was agony. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—do it any longer.

That was unless she told him otherwise. He’d have to figure out a way to exist in her absence if she didn’t want him. He’d return to Washington if he had to, maybe check out Alabama. He heard good things about ’Bama. Though he doubted that would have to happen.

But he couldn’t trust what she said while he was banging her, so he wanted to check in now that the two of them were sated and coming down from their orgasms.

Easing off her, testing his legs, he nodded when he didn’t collapse. Glancing in her direction, his mouth watered at the site of her heart-shaped ass. A little lower, her thighs glistened with their shared arousal. His need sparked again, but they had to talk first.

He couldn’t get on his knees and bury his face between those cheeks no matter how hungry he was. That would have to wait. Besides, having his cum leaking out of her cunt as she walked through the bar would be kind of hot.

She’d worn the tiniest thong he’d ever seen along with teeny jorts. There would be no hiding what he’d done. Unless he either feasted from her or she wiped it away.

Decisions, decisions.

He’d make that after they had their discussion.

Carefully, he guided Carrie upright and twisted her so she faced him. Seeing the flush in her cheeks, the moisture across her forehead, and the satisfaction in her expression, he grinned. This was a well-fucked woman.

Ensuring his arm remained looped around her waist, he sighed contently. “You’re glowing.”

Her tongue swiped along her bottom lip as she averted her gaze with a bit of a nervous half chuckle. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she glanced down to the floor.

Kid curled his finger beneath Carrie’s chin and redirected her toward him. He wanted to look deep into her large brown eyes when he said it. Her full attention was required. She allowed him to pull her into the conversation.

“I want the entire world to know you’re mine,” he declared.

Another nervous laugh escaped her. Was she dismissing him? Or unsure of the seriousness of what he said? He needed to be abundantly clear so there would be no misunderstanding.

He closed his eyes and gently kissed her forehead. Lingering, he inhaled deeply. Which, considering they were in the restroom of a bar, was a bad idea. He’d intended to get a whiff of their shared carnal pleasure, but instead all he got was urine.

This was the worst possible location for this discussion.

Too bad. Now or never.

Taking half a step back, he placed his hands on either side of her face and stooped ever so slightly to be at her height. With their returned eye to eye contact, he could assert his point.

“I want to make sure you agree to this.” He began studying her response to him. “I intend to go to my club and stake my claim on you.”

She shook her head a bit. “I have no idea what that means.”

Kid smirked. “I want you to be my old lady.”

Carrie’s eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.

“That means you’ll be mine. The club will protect you as fiercely as I do. No one will ever fuck with you and live.”

“Kid—”

“I’ll be yours equally.” He interrupted her before she could turn him down. “No other women. I don’t want them. You are all I’ll ever need. You’re perfect—amazing—and everything.”

“Colt,” she whispered, and his chest tightened.

Was she about to deny him? That couldn’t happen. She needed to know how serious this was. He wasn’t talking out of his ass. She meant something to him. She was important. He had to say more.

Dropping to one knee on the cold, dirty, and for some reason, wet bathroom floor, he looked up at her and took her hand. “Carrie, you brave phoenix who has risen from the ashes and stolen my soul, will you be my old lady? Ride on the back of my bike?” His voice cracked as he continued the question. “Be my queen?”