Page 21 of August's Ride with Arrow

“Hold on tight, Kitty Kat,” he says as he thrusts into me, filling me all at once.

We both groan, finally reconnected in a way that we have been craving all morning.

“You are always so tight, baby. Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, as he sets a steady pace, fucking me over his bike.

“Oh, this feels incredible,” I say, closing my eyes.

“Open your eyes and look at the view. Every time you think of Glacier National Park, I want you to think of me inside of you like this,” he growls.

Obediently, I open my eyes, and the view is seared into my mind. Then he leans over me, pressing me into his bike and says, “Marry me, Kitty Kat. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and give you everything you have ever wanted, including unlimited orgasms. Marry me,” he repeats while keeping a steady pace, but managing to keep my orgasm just out of reach.

My heart races in my chest as I struggle to catch my breath, and tears stream down my face. "Yes! Yes, I will marry you." I sob uncontrollably, overwhelmed with emotion.

He changes his position enough that he hits that spot inside of me he knows drives me crazy.

The new angle causes my clit to hit the leather seat and provides just enough friction that I come hard. Holding on to the bike for dear life, my orgasm pulses and throbs until I feel his own release inside me.

The weight of his forehead rests heavily on the center of my shoulder blades as we both try to catch our breath. My body tingles with satisfaction, and I can feel his chest rise and fall against my back.

"That was incredible," he gasps out, still shuddering from the intensity of our lovemaking. His words make me smile and I turn around in his arms, my heart overflowing with love for this man.

"I swear I only brought you here for lunch and to propose," he continues, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "But then things got a little... carried away."

He pulls out of me, then helps me get cleaned up before dressing himself.

When I turn around, he stands before me with a small box in his hand. My heart skips a beat as I realize what it could be. Inside is the most stunning ring I have ever seen, catching the light in countless sparkling facets. He takes my hand and slides the ring onto my finger, and it fits perfectly, as if it was meant to be there all along. We both gaze at it in awe for a moment, lost in the beauty of this symbol of our love.

It's right then that I truly understand why my friends insisted on dragging me to Sturgis. It brought me to this amazing man who has given me happiness beyond measure. As we stand there, hand in hand, I know I am exactly where I am meant to be.

EPILOGUE

CRANK

I stood by the front door of the Mercantile and peered through the window, hoping to catch my first glimpse of Poppy for the day. She came out of the back hallway right on schedule. I had her shifts marked down on my phone calendar, so I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see her. Ruby thought it was the coffee that brought me into the Merc every morning, but it was the strawberry blonde with the curves I’d die for that had me coming back.

Poppy picked up the carafe of coffee and walked down the length of the counter, topping off mugs along the way. My pulse kicked up when her lips spread into one of her warm smiles. Thank fuck. She was grinning at Ruby instead of one of the male customers.

“Hey, Crank.” Juice came up behind me. “Are you going in or just going to stand out here and drool all day?”

“Fuck you.” I pushed the door open and made my way to the back counter. Juice knew about my borderline obsession with Poppy. A few of the guys did, and they never missed the chance to give me shit about it.

“Are you actually going to make your move today?” Juice slid onto the stool next to me.

I was about to snap back and tell him to mind his own fucking business, that I’d handle things in my way and in my time, when Poppy stopped on the other side of the counter in front of us.

“Good morning, Juice. Morning, Crank.” Her plump pink lips spread into a friendly grin. “Just coffee for you, or can I get you a huckleberry muffin right out of the oven to go along with it?”

My breath caught as I glanced up and looked into her topaz eyes. They were the same color as the gemstone in my mom’s wedding ring—the one she’d given to me right before she died. The same ring I planned to put on Poppy’s finger one day.

Juice waited a beat, giving me the chance to speak first. But being around Poppy seemed to render me speechless. For a guy who’d never had a problem talking to women, I couldn’t understand the effect she had on me.

“Just coffee for me. Can I get a latte for Sammy, too? I’ll take both of them to go.” Juice landed an elbow to my ribs, urging me to order.

“I’d like to taste your muffin,” I said. “I mean, I’ll take your muffin. The huckleberry one.” Jesus Christ. Why did I get all tongue tied around her? I bit down on the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from saying another word.

Juice snickered, but Poppy offered a shy grin.

“Would you like to eat it here or take it with you?” She turned to put the carafe back on the burner, and the light hit her hair. Usually, she wore it twisted up on top of her head, but today it hung all the way down her back. I’d devoted entire afternoons to dreaming about how many times I’d be able to wrap those long locks around my fists when I finally made her mine.

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