I followed my girl into the back room at the clubhouse. I’d had a few shots, so my inhibitions were low. I locked the door while she finished in the bathroom. When she came out, she froze, breaking into a smile when she realized it was me.
“Hiya, moonbeam.” She came closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. This girl unmade me, turning a grown man into fucking jelly. I had Sunshine tattooed on my collarbone, and she had KC on the inside of her wrist, but it wouldn’t be enough.
“Hiya, sunshine.” I kissed her again, slumping when she leaned her weight on me. I wasn’t drunk, but I wouldn’t say I was sober, either.
“How ya feeling?”
I shrugged, and she giggled, pushing up on her toes to bite my bottom lip and sending a jolt straight down to my balls. God, I fucking wanted her. I’d want her until the day I died.
Was three months too soon to propose to someone?
I didn’t know, and holding her like this, her ass so fucking squeezable in my hands, I didn’t care. Alba soothed an ache I didn’t know was there, but it had been there my entire life.
“Sit down, Jericho.”
I did, buckling on the bed and trying not to tremble from her using my real name. Almost no one called me Jericho anymore. Only her. Only like this. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, and I reached out to run my thumb along the length of it. She opened, accepting my finger in her mouth and sucking on it. That felt too fucking good, and my cock throbbed. Once. Twice. Enough to urge me on.
“I fucking love you,” I told her as she sank to the ground in between my legs.
Fuck yeah.
She grabbed my belt, the jingling metal like fucking music to my ears.
“How much have you had to drink?” She grinned while she unbuttoned my pants, sliding the zipper down.
I shrugged again, pursing my lips. “Three shots. I think.”
Her eyes lit up. “Three… exactly?”
Oh, shit.
I’d told her she could put her finger in my ass after three shots. I’d told her she could do anything she wanted to me. And too fucking true, I’d agree to whatever had put that cute as fuck smile on her face.
We’d fucked since the bad shit went down, of course, but we hadn’t filmed, and I definitely hadn’t seen this playful side of her. To see it now gave me fucking hope. We were healing. We were moving on. Together.
“Yeah. Three exactly.” I licked my lips, nudging my hips up to remind her she’d been on a mission only a few seconds ago. She pulled my cock out and licked the tip, the sight of her pretty pink tongue doing more to me than anyone else ever had. I fucking worshipped the ground she walked on, and when she slipped me all the way inside her and down her throat with no problem, I hissed in a gasp and moaned.
“You’re too fucking good to me,” I told her. “So fucking good.”
She knew how to suck a cock, and after three months of doing it to mine exclusively, she could make me come in less than ten minutes, so it didn’t surprise me when my balls started clenching in an embarrassingly short amount of time. She stood and climbed on top of me, positioning me at her entrance and holding my shoulder with the other hand while she impaled herself.
I put my hands on her thighs, sliding them under her dress and up to her hips, where I discovered she hadn’t been wearing any panties.
“Jesus. This whole time?”
She shook her head and smiled, stuffing the lace panties in my mouth and forcing me back on the bed. I let out a muffled laugh because my girl was so fucking nasty. And I loved everything about her. She rode me hard, taking whatever she needed from me. I let her.
I fucked her as hard as she fucked me.
When she came, I grabbed her throat and yanked her to me so I could swallow down those moans. After she came back to reality, I thrust into her slowly, taking my time to work her back up to it. She smiled and pulled her panties out of my mouth so she could kiss me, spearing her tongue through my teeth and wrestling with mine. She tasted like me and beer and sex, and the intoxicating combination reached down inside, yanking out every bit of me that was male.
“Marry me, sunshine.” The words came out without my conscious doing. Like my primal instinct had taken over and I needed to know I could have this forever. That I could have her forever.
“You’re drunk.” She laughed and shook her head, rocking back against me and rolling my dick inside her. I tightened my hands on her ass, helping her along.
“No, I’m not. I swear I’m not.” I reached in my pocket for a box I’d bought a few weeks ago. After she’d almost died. After I’d almost died. I’d been waiting for the right time. Not like Trojan’s memorial was the right time, but God Herself could not stop me once I had the ring in my hand, sliding it on her finger. “Marry me.”
“Jesus, Jericho.” She sat up straight and stared down at it.
“You said you’re not a Wright. You’re not a Washington. You’re sure as shit not a Caputi.” I pulled her back down, rubbing my nose against hers and holding her tight, refusing to let her go again. “You’re a Montgomery. And you have been since the night I met you.”
I looked between her eyes as I waited for her to say yes, my cock rubbing at the places inside that made her moan and wilt in my arms.
“Yes. This is fucking outrageous, but yes.”
I smiled and bit her bottom lip between my teeth, letting it go with a laugh before flipping us so she was under me. I lay down on top of her, spearing my fingers through hers and holding them above her head. I kissed her scorpion tattoo, the one that had led me to her, and then I kissed her KC tattoo, the one that announced her as mine.
“Tell me you love me.” She kissed me, biting my lips this time, hard enough to hurt and draw blood. But that urged me on.
“I love you.”
She rolled her hips against me and dug her heels into my jeans, wanting me deeper inside her. I fucking drove myself home like I might find gold.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.” I kissed her. “I love you.” I kissed her harder. “I love you.”
When I came, her cunt clenched around me, and she rode the wave of euphoria with me. Nothing in this world compared to having her climax while I was inside her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I snarled. “Fucking yes.”
I collapsed on top of her, my arms shaking and my legs like fucking jelly. Alba ran one hand through my hair and held up her ring on the other, looking at it again. But I grabbed her knuckles and kissed them, reminding myself one last time she was mine.
She’d said yes, and now? She couldn’t fucking run anywhere I couldn’t go.