“Fuck.” The kiss must've breathed more fire into him. He grabbed my hand with only a little less ferocity than when he was well. “That's happening as soon as I can walk. It has to.”
“What?”
“The wedding. I'll get a proper ring on your finger as soon as I'm outta this place. Right now, all I can do is grab your fist and pull it tight. I'm asking you one more time – you wanna make this official for more than just the club? You really want to be my old lady and my wife?”
I laughed and threw my arms around his neck, shoving my lips to his again. “You know I do. Come on, Roman. Don't tell me the shot to your shoulder's blinded you.”
Smiling, he grabbed my hand, and pulled it tight. His lips steamed across my fingers, kissing me with a hunger so intense it made me imagine his face between my legs, growling and tonguing me to perfect chaos.
“Babe, my eyes are wide a-fucking-wake. I'm gonna shove my ring right where I just kissed you before Halloween hits, and then I'm gonna fuck you 'til you're seeing stars.”
Laughing, we kissed some more. I didn't blush until I turned around and saw half the guys standing in the room, complete with Missy, Christa, and Caleb next to them.
“Finally some good news,” Brass said, throwing an arm around Missy and tugging her tight. “I'll tell the Prez. Soon as we finish the sick fuck we've got in the back, we'll throw this club a party it'll never forget.”
“Shit,” Rabid growled. “Never thought you'd beat us to the punch, brother. Now this club's gonna be hearing wedding bells for a whole damned year.”
“You know I don't fuck around,” Roman said, his eyes still locked on mine. “This thing was a given the second I hauled her back here and met my son. Long as I'm still breathing, this woman's mine.”
XIV: Clean Cut (Roman)
My shoulder still ached every time I twisted my damned arm, but at least it didn't look like a bad butcher's cut anymore.
I was back on my feet and riding for the first time in days. I'd finally gotten out of the infirmary the day before, and fuck if it didn't feel good to sleep with my girl that night, in my own house.
Sally laid on my bare chest, careful to avoid the patch covering the stitches in my shoulder. Her fingers gliding over my chest soothed the crazy animal stamped on my skin. Too bad they didn't do shit for the beast inside.
My dick jerked hard, coming back to life for the first time since I'd lost my blood on the pavement. Shoving my fingers through her hair, I pulled it tight, moving her face to mine.
“What's up?” she purred.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how many days I've gone without tasting these lips.” And I sure as shit wasn't content to just think.
Without another word, I smashed my lips on hers, driving my tongue into her mouth. Sally opened like a good girl, coupling her tongue with mine. I slid mine in and out of her mouth, unable to resist the insane momentum building through my body, the need to fuck her the same way we kissed.
Growling, I ignored the hellfire in my arm, and rolled on top of her. My cock hummed like dynamite on a short fuse. I didn't want to explode anywhere except inside her.
After the wedding, we'd be talking family again. Coming close enough to feel the reaper's bony hands on my head forced me to look at my mortality. There was no goddamned way I meant to leave this world without a few more kids.
I'd be fucking her constantly soon, dumping her pills in the trash with a grin, and spilling every drop of come inside her 'til she was knocked up again. Just thinking about her swelling up with my seed, giving me the greatest gift a man could get, caused my hips to shake. I thrust my dick hard against her panties through my boxers, feeling her moan sex and sugar into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Baby,” she whispered, snatching her lips away from mine. “You need to be careful. We really shouldn't be doing this. The guys and that nurse said –“
“I don't give a fuck about doctor's orders, babe. You're the only medicine I care about right now. I've lost too many nights feeling your nails on my back, hearing you whimper my name.” I reared up, leaned on my knees, and pulled her up with me. “I'll feel that gunshot all over again if that's what it takes to fuck you. Or you can get on top and ride me like there's no tomorrow. Your choice.”
The concern in her eyes faded as I reached between her legs, found her clit, and swept my thumb over it in slow, smoldering jerks. Her lips pursed mischievously before turning into an O-ring of pleasure.
She pushed my hand away and rolled. I fell down flat on my back, ripping off my boxers. My dick sprang out, hot and slick and ready, twitching between my legs every time I thought about her hot pussy clenched around every inch of me.