Page 269 of Deceit

“Says the man who saidfiveminutes.” Bishop’s entire weight is on me next like a damn panther and I settle underneath him.

“If you wanted me so bad, you could’ve just said that.” I push my forehead into his and relish this moment of us—in love and together. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing,” I whisper. “Just letting this all soak in.”

“Waiting for the other ball to drop?” I shake my head. “You know I love you, right?” I bob my head up and down. “Hard to believe?”

“I wanted this for so long…it feels unreal sometimes.”

“Makes sense.”

“You know…Mills is outside.”

He tsks and nestles his face into my neck. “I know.”

“Do you know what that means?”

He presses a kiss to my jawline. “That I need to go lock my sister up?”

I swat at his shoulder as he meshes soft kisses with his lips, but the stubble on his chin abrades after it. “Bish, stop, leave them alone. He won’t hurt her, bro code and all that silly shit.”

“Who the fuck told you about bro code?” He pulls his face from me and peers down like it’s the most serious thing in the world, then cracks a smirk. “He does it to annoy me.”

“Gee, because it’s so hard.”

“Can we fuck now?” He rolls his blue eyes. “I’d lovenotto talk about him.”

I try not to crack a smile. “How about something better?”

“That exists? Because this right here is—”

“Let’s get married.” I meet his solemn stare as if I didn’t just say something so important.

“Can’t.”

My brows knit. “Why not?”

“I don’t have your ring from the jeweler’s and—“

“Fuck a ring, I want your heart…and last name.”

“Yeah, but the adoption papers and—“ My palm falls to his cheek, and I brush my thumb over the coarse hair of his face.

“Okay…” I reply gently. “We’ll do it your way.”

“I just want it to be perfect this time. We did Vegas and—“

“And I loved it.”

He stares at me for a beat before asking, “You really wanna get married now?”

I give a noncommittal shrug. “Only if you wanna fuck Mrs. Bishop tonight, but if not—“ Bishop is off the bed and hauling me into his chest so quick my brain spins.

“Let’s go. Ky can watch the kids.” He begins for the door, but I stay grounded to my spot.

“We’ll do it here.”

“We can’t.” He jerks his head to the door. “No priest or whatever those other guys are called.”

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