They sat around the bonfire, the flames big, strong, licking at the wood. It was kind of surreal to be sitting around with the Soldiers of Wrath MC, being part of the family.

Renee was on Weasel’s lap, the whole club laughing and welcoming them. She glanced over at Vengeance, her brother holding Constance close. She was happy for them, glad that he found somebody he could love and take care of.

And when Weasel wrapped his arms around her, Renee sank against him. He was hard and strong ... all man. He smelled like leather and wilderness, with an undertone of masculinity and motor oil. The combination was intoxicating, made her remember all the emotions she felt when she was younger, all the things she wanted with him.

“Are you having a good time?” he asked, his warm breath and lips brushing against her ear. She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

“Always. When I’m with you, that is,” she admitted honestly, because she was tired of hiding how she felt, tired of pretending she didn’t have to be honest with her emotions. Renee realized in the short time that lying to herself didn’t hurt anybody but her in the end.

Everyone else might be able to move past it but when all was said and done, she was the one left with the heavy weight of not being honest.

He pulled her and even closer, and she loved that he didn’t care about showing his affection to her in front of others, especially his motorcycle club brothers. She loved this man and wanted nothing more than to spend her life with him.

She didn’t know what the future held, but it didn’t matter, because right now she was happy exactly where she was supposed to be. As long as she was with Weasel everything would be okay. She knew that without a doubt.

* * *

Weasel held Renee close to him, the feel of her nude body against his warm and comforting. They left the barbecue hours ago, and he’d taken her home and made love to her, did it real slow, real nice.

He didn’t have to be a dirty fucker all the time, although they both liked it that way. There were times he just wanted to relish in the feeling of her, and the knowledge that she was his.

Since they’d made things official he moved her into his room, told her he didn’t want her cleaning for him to pay her way. She was his equal, his woman. His old lady wasn’t going to be cleaning up his shit to stay at his house.

This was where they both lived.

“I love you, Renee,” he said right against her hair, knowing she was asleep but needing to tell her. He’d roar it out to the damn world if that was what she wanted.

Before he knew Renee would be his, that he even had a chance of having her in his life, Weasel didn’t think he’d ever have an old lady. He’d seen his brothers fall for women and all he could think about was those poor bastards would never be free again.

But dammit, had life changed for him.

He curled his finger around her hip and slid down to span her belly. He wondered what she would think about marrying him, carrying his children. He might’ve told Vengeance he was going to marry her, but he hadn’t even asked Renee yet.

She shifted in his arms and he watched as she slowly opened her eyes. She had this sleepy expression on her face, and he couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her lips.

And because he couldn’t think about living without her, didn’t want to waste another minute, he just asked her the one question that would change his life.

“Marry me, baby. Be mine forever.” He said the words against her lips and pulled back slightly to stare into her face. She looked wide-awake now, and he wondered what she thought.

The silence stretched on for a few moments, and he wondered if he’d ruined this, should have just kept his mouth shut.

“Yes,” she said slowly, sleepily. There was no hesitation, no confusion in her words or in the way she looked at him.

He pulled her on top of his chest and just held her, just wanting to know that this was real.

Damn, how did an asshole like him get so lucky?