Page 239 of Overcast

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets, that deep gravelly tone of his voice sending a rippling excited chill running to my nipples. “You look edible as fuck right now.”

My cheeks flame at his words, not only because I can feel them, but because we have an audience where all eyes are on us right now.

I coerce a smile, happy to see him but embarrassed when I’m not used to a public display of innuendos sent my way.

“Funny how we’re both dressed in white,” he continues, cocking his head to the side as I soak in his words.

“Right,” I deadpan off a mutter, watching him slowly lower himself onto one knee. My hand immediately goes to him, but he waves me off.

“I’m fine, baby, let me do this.”

“Do what?”

“Propose properly like a normal human being and because you deserve it.” Reaching behind him, he brings around a small wooden box that glints off the sun. “From the very first moment I saw you, I wanted you. You were my enemy, and I wanted to kill and fuck you at the same time. Something about you...I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was a mixture between torturing and kissing you until both of us couldn’t breathe anymore. Something was always off.”

“Besides the fact that she was innocent,” Mills immediately chimes in before everyone quietly scolds him, and hands start flying in his direction.

I cover my mouth to stifle back my chuckle and nerves as Marty surprisingly ignores him.

“I love you, more than anything in this world. I know for a fucking fact that you will make me the happiest man alive, and I don’t deserve you. But I will make it my mission every day to earn that right to be your husband. To spoil and love you, I promise to make you never regret marrying me. If you still will. So...Stormi, will you marry me and be stuck with me forever? And remember, that bunker is only 74 yards away from where you’re standing, so consider your options—”

“Shut up,” I chortle as I bob my head. “Yes, you dummy—” I step back and fall to my knees in front of him. “—of course, I’ll marry you.”

Wrapping my arms around his head, I pull him into a kiss. Our lips mesh and mold when I slip my tongue into his mouth and—shit I forgot our fan club next to us, cheering loudly during our moment.

I break the kiss as Marty opens the box, showing off a beautiful white gold ring with a light blue stone in the middle.

“It’s beautiful, Marty,” I state in awe. “It’s too much.”

“You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I love it. But money—”

“You will get everything your little heart desires,” he appeals, reaching for my left hand and slipping the cool metal over the appropriate finger. “As long as it’s me doing the giving.”

“It’s perfect.” I peer up at him. “You’re perfect.”

His hand ascends to cup one side of my face. “Don’t say that so loud. I have a reputation to upkeep.”

My eyes roll, and he presses a sweet kiss to my lips before motioning with his hand. Mills approaches my side and helps me up while Kyson does the same for Marty, still not able to keep a lot of his weight on his right leg.

“We doing this thing or what?” Mills asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Doing what?” I counter, my attention still locked on Marty, who nods at me.

“You got a white dress on, baby, and when have you seen me in white? Reagan did all of this in case you wanted to take me off the market today.”

My eyes widen. “Get married right now?”

“Yep.” Marty’s lips curl. “What do you say?”

I break from Mill’s hold and fight the urge to jump into Marty’s arms, prompting to just wrap them around his torso instead. “Yes. Right now.”

Marty lowers his head. “I was hoping you would say that.” He reduces his voices. “I was kinda hoping that I was going to be able to fuck my wife tonight.”

“Sounds like you found the one you wanted.”

“And didn’t even know it.” His mouth brushes mine. “Maybe we should go give it a trial run just in case you’re not into married sex.”

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