Page 54 of The Biker's Vow

“You’ll make time. I’d be getting on my knees if I were you. Ember’s carrying your child, and you did her dirty. You owe her the grand gesture. You humiliated her.”

“She’s been fucking Creed all goddamned week.”

“We’re not talking about what she did after you fucked her over. She’s not going to marry you if you don’t give her the greatest apology of all apologies ever in the history of a bad ass biker getting down and begging his woman to forgive her. She’s earned that.”

“That what you want, babydoll? Want me to get on my knees and beg?” he arches a brow at me.

I don’t hide the grin on my face. “It would be nice to hear it.”

“Fuck me. Are you going to make me do this?”

I fold my arms over my chest as Pam backs away, giving me two thumbs up.

Chapter Nineteen

“We doing this right here?”

“Here is as good a place as any.” Ember has her arms folded over her chest, pushing her tits up out of her tank top, and all I can think about is yanking her top down and sucking her perky nipples into my mouth. Too bad for me, there’s too many people around, including kids. Who the fuck brings their kids to a biker rally? They need to hire fucking sitters so I can fuck my woman where I want to when I want to. Assholes.

She clears her throat.

“Right. You know I’m not good at this whole, expressing my feelings and shit.”

“You’re forgetting something.”

“What?”

“Bend the knee.” She shoots a jaunty smile at me, and I bow my head.

“You’ve been watching too much Game of Thrones,” I tell her, but I do what my woman wants. I go down on both knees, kneeling before her as she stares at me with her big blue eyes full of amusement. She’s loving every second of this. I gather her hands in mine and stare back at her. I want her to know that I mean every word about to leave my mouth.

“You know I was married before and it’s no secret that I was a piece of shit back then. Treated her wrong, and I didn’t do right by you either.” My ex-wife wished this shit on me. Bet she wishes she were here to witness this.

“Growing up, my grandpa. He uh. He stepped out on my grandma a lot. I’m not saying it’s an excuse. It was learned behavior. We all knew. The whole family did. Why my grandmother stayed and always forgave him, I’ll never know. I always told myself I’d never be like him. I lied to myself. I became the man I hated. Fuck knows why I do the things I do. Can’t even blame it on old habits. I knew what I was doing was jacked up and would hurt you, and I did it anyway. I’ve gotta own up to that.”

I take a breath. “I’m sorry that I put you through this bullshit. Hate that when you look at me that a part of you is always going to think about what I did. Kills me to know that in the back of your mind there’s always going to be some type of doubt. And I have no one to blame but myself. I’m a grown man who knew better. The only way I know to make it up to you is to prove to you that I’ll never fuck you over or hurt you again with changed behavior. If you’ll let me. If you’ll have me and let me be your man. That’s all I want is to move forward and start our life together. I swore I’d never hurt you and that I’d treat you right. I broke that promise. The vow I made to myself. I was wrong, and I knew that. I’m not asking you to forget. Question is, are you going to forgive me?”

Someone whistles, breaking the tension between Ember and me as an applause erupts.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “The club’s behind me, aren’t they?”

“Mhmm,” Ember mutters.

“Fuck me.” I shake my head and go to my feet. I turn to face my brothers as they whistle, hoop, and holler. Fucking Pam.

“That was beautiful.” Hound wipes a fake tear from under his eye and I take a bow.

Prez claps and Sandman doubles over, unable to hold back. “Laugh it up. Pricks.” I turn back to Ember. “So, we getting married or what?”

Ember taps her chin. “Hmm, I don’t know. I think you need to get on your knees again and ask me.”

“Babe.” My patience with this shit is thinning by the second.

“We don’t have a license.”

“Big Daddy has connections. As long as you have your ID, we’re good to go.”

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

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