Page 57 of Biker's Property

“What’s wrong with Vegas?”

“Nothing, except for the fact that it’s a hotbed of degeneracy.”

Hunter has a way of making me feel like shit about myself. I suppose Joslin is a church girl and her first wedding wasn’t perfect but…I need her.I don’t have the patience to wait. I want to have a beautiful marriage, not just a beautiful wedding.

But what does Joslin want?I’m too scared to lose her to risk asking. Maybe that’s wrong of me.

“I want to marry her soon.”

“What about Sedona?”

“Huh?”

“Arizona. Take her West. Somewhere beautiful. It’s close to Cash Hollingsworth’s place if something goes wrong.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Hunter,” I grumble. “We can’t go to Arizona.”

“Fine, he says. “Come up with your own ideas, then.”

“Thanks.”

If something goes wrong,it’s most likely to bebecauseof my proximity to the club, but I keep that thought quiet for the moment. Sedona doesn’t sound like an outright horrible idea.

“I’ll stash the documents,”I tell Hunter. “Tell Southpaw everything he needs to know and let him know uh… I’m getting married.”

It feels fuckinggood to tell people. I stick my phone in my back pocket and rush upstairs half worried that Joslin disappeared. But she’s there – and prettier than ever. I still want to tattoo her so damn bad, but if I want her to agree to that…

“I have an idea.”

“Another one?” she asks.

“I quit drinking, you get the tattoo I want.”

“Right. What if you relapse and I’m stuck with that tattoo? You had a drinking and driving relapse. What’s stopping you now?”

I want her to know I mean it. Because I do. No more relapses. No going back. Looking at this woman, I know exactly what the fuck I want out of my life. It’s her. Joslin. I want to make her JoslinSinclairand if I have to give up liquor to do that, it’s the easiest choice I’ve ever made in my goddamn life.

“It’s a commitment, Joslin. You get that ink, I promise, I will never drink again. Nothing on this fucking earth could make me break a commitment to you. I promise.”

“A verbal promise?”

“In my world, a man is nothing without his word.”

She smiles, her smile getting my ass completely fucking weak. “Okay, cowboy,” Joslin says.

Her voice is pretty. Midwestern. She sounds like she could sing in the choir. Her pretty ass voice could get my dick hard over the phone.

“Cowboy?”

“You call me “church girl”. I get a nickname too.”

She swats my cheek playfully, but it stings a little and her openness surprises me, but doesn’t disappoint me. I want her to feel playful around me. I close the distance between us and Joslin slips easily into my embrace as I grip her ass.

“You can call me whatever you want,” I whisper. “As long as you agree to my terms.”

“You better mean it about your word, cowboy.”

“I do.”

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