twenty-eight
Moose clenched the blankets in his fists. Beside him, Mouse was lying there, basking in the afterglow of their vigorous lovemaking. She was, in a word, insatiable. But who wouldn’t be with a beast like him in their bed.
All jokes aside, he might be a cocky bastard on his best day, but he still had his moments of weakness. Not that anyone better ever tell anyone. The brothers didn’t need to know that he was anything but hard and tough and ready to kick any one of their asses if warranted.
Back to the matter at hand though…
He had a hell of an elephant weighing on his brain. His earlier conversation with Quick kept playing on repeat until he was certain he was going to lose his ever-loving mind. He’d memorized every damn word his president and friend had said, analyzing the conversation to death, until he came to the stunning conclusion that the asshole had a point: he needed to stop being a pussy and ask the damn question.
But Moose didn’t ask for shit. Never had and didn’t intend to start now. He was more a demand and receive kind of guy. Except for that one time when he asked Angel to try being his girl on for size. But that was a one-time deal, a courtesy of sorts because he was a nice guy.
Reaching down beside the bed, he felt around, and when his fingertips grazed the cool leather, he pulled the size small jacket up and draped it haphazardly over Angel’s naked hip.
She stiffened, then slowly sat up as she asked, “What’s this?”
Tucking his hands behind his head, Moose watched her hold the leather jacket up in front of her, allowing her to take a moment to digest just what it was that she was looking at—a jacket that would fit her perfectly, with his name across the back along with the Spartan’s insignia, and a “Property of” patch.
She couldn’t miss that, and she hadn’t. Looking over her shoulder at him, Moose decided he wasn’t going to allow an argument or any kind of protests to pass her lips.
“I’ve decided to take you on permanently.”
“You decided?” she said, her tone escalating, indicating that she, in fact, was going to argue.
“I did. You took the trial period, and I decided it’s expired. I want to keep you, Mouse, and I’m gonna. You’re my woman now, for better or worse, forever and ever.”
“Those are vows. When someone gets married. That’s not a question of whether I want to be your ‘property,’” she sniped.
“Property is such a harsh word for a twentieth century girl, babe.” He sat up, taking the jacket from her and laying it out across both their legs. “Consider it like a promise ring. The ring that leads up to the real deal.”
“So…you want to marry me?” she asked with a huge heaping of disbelief.
Yeah, so no one ever thought he was the marrying type, but they’d be wrong. As he’d once told Country, he wanted to travel the world and see the sights, learn history, and all that cool shit. But instead of looking for European tail, he now preferred the idea of taking his woman with him, sharing the experience together, making memories that would last a lifetime. Substance, that’s what he was after.
My, how he’d grown. If his mother were still around, she’d be proud. If his father were still alive, he’d tell him he was a giant pussy, and then clap him on the back and tell him he was proud…even if he did have a big, gay son. The thought made him smile inwardly. He and his pops always had a wisecrack or ten in the works for one another.
Man, he missed that old fart.
“Not right now,” Moose finally answered her question. “But someday, maybe sooner than later, yeah, you’re damn right I do, because I can’t imagine anyone more perfect than you, Mouse.”
Her expression warmed twenty degrees, pink hitting her cheeks hard as if she’d been slapped—with the truth, maybe. It was clear she didn’t know just how important she’d become to him, but Moose was likening being with her as critical as breathing. He’d just have to make sure she knew that going forward.
“So are you gonna put it on or what?”
“Naked?” she protested. “Not a chance. But I will definitely wear it when you take me out for dinner tonight.”
Moose frowned. “Say what now?”
The jacket forgotten, Angel shifted around to face him, pushing the sheets away so they wouldn’t get tangled up around their legs, and, with her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him back into the mattress. Moose felt her hot, wet pussy against his shaft, and immediately went rock hard.
“You can’t propose to a girl and expect not to feed her,” she told him, amusement and…lust flashing in her amazing eyes.
Moose let his hands glide up her sides and his gaze drift to her pendulous breasts hanging over him. Unable to resist, he arched up to catch a nipple between his lips and sucked. She gasped, one hand moving to the back of his head to hold him there, and with another perfectly timed movement, his cock slid inside her tight sheath.
She moved against him, painfully slow, just enough for both of them to feel his cockhead touch her inner walls and for them to clamp down tight like a fist to hug him.
“I’ll feed you, Mouse,” he promised. “All the cum you can handle.”
“I was thinking more like steak,” she teased. Kind of.
“I’ll feed you that after. To keep up your strength. ‘Cuz you’re gonna need it.” He pushed his hips up and hers down, slamming into her so hard, they both shouted a little. Okay, a lot. Damn, she felt fantastic. “So are you gonna be mine or what?”
Rising up, she waited until his cock was almost out of her before dropping back down. Best. Feeling. Ever. “Silly man,” she said on a breathless moan. He grabbed her tits and squeezed, and she grabbed his wrists, using them as leverage to quicken her pace as she rode him hard. “I’ve been yours since the night you took me home.”
She had? Moose considered this, rewinding time in his mind to see if he could pinpoint the exact moment he saw this happen and was just too stupid to realize it. But no, he couldn’t see it. She’d played the aloof part well. But damn, if that was true, he’d just fallen even more in love with her.
“Come fly with me,” he requested abruptly.
She paused to look down at him. “What? Where?”
“Anywhere. Let’s travel. We can go to Rome. Italy. Greece. I’ve always wanted to visit the Coliseum. Or wherever you want to go. I don’t care, as long as we do it together. I don’t want you out of my sight ever again.”
She laughed. “That’s impossible. But yes, I would love to travel with you.”
“Good. I’ll book us a flight. And when we get back, we’ll tackle the rest.”
“The rest of what?” She started rocking against him again, slowly but surely, keeping him hard. As he spoke, she bent her head and sucked one of the fingers he had clamped around her breast. Holy shit, he was going to come if she kept that up.
“Life, Mouse. Marriage, a house, babies. I want it all. With you. What do you say?”
A smile split across her face, and she leaned down to kiss him. It was a long, deep kiss filled with what he thought was love, and when she broke it, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered, “Yes.”
A bolt of lightning shot up Moose’s spine and, wrapping her up tight in his arms, he spilled his seed inside of her, filling her pussy like she filled his heart, because why wait when they could get started on the rest of their life together right now?