Page 64 of Biker's Property

Fuck.We’re supposed to be getting married and getting to know each other… not fighting.

Joslin folds her arms,refusing to budge. “You must have heard me screaming!”

“I didn’t. I only heard the bike and… the sound of my heart. Beating for you.”

“You are… such an asshole!” Joslin says. She covers her mouth after, like she’s never said the word asshole before. Her surprise at her own foul mouth cracks me up, but she doesn’t appreciate my laughter, even if it’s doing all the heavy lifting of lightening the mood between us.

“What did you just call me?”

“You heard me.”

“I did,” I reply to her. “Did you hear my romantic proclamation?”

“For all I know, you meant for it to be a eulogy!”

“You’re fine.”

“I’m not!”

I putmy arms around her. She really is shaking from what I can only assume is fear. Joslin is so fucking small. It’s hard to imagine any man hurting her. Any man who does deserves to sit at the wrong end of my pistol.

Joslin leans against my chest. I clutch her tightly, desperate to stop her shaking.

“Look at me.”

“I don’t want to,” she says, pressing her head into my chest but then giving up and looking at me with those pretty eyes. I love her strange eyes. I had never seen eyes shaped like that up close until Joslin. They’re just one of the many reasons I think I could be with this woman forever. I want someone and something different.

I don’t wantto be a typical biker ex-con fuck up…

Joslin looksat me with so much tenderness, it’s hard to believe that I’m the same man who did time for a lesser charge, covering up Gideon’s murder to save the club. It’s hard to believe I’m the same man who let members of the Aryan Brotherhood put a tattoo on his forearm. They’re covered up now, but the shame never leaves you completely. The ink stains you.

“I’m sorry for scaring the shit out of you. I thought you would like it.”

“I was screaming for forty-five minutes straight. I might have even fallen unconscious. You were going over 100 miles per hour, I know it.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, leaning over so that our faces are close, and I can see every detail in the outline of Joslin’s sexy, full lips. Her body stops trembling as I get closer. “I’m sorry, baby…”

I give in to my desire to kiss her. Joslin has the sweetest pair of lips I have ever kissed. They are so damn soft. So perfect. She whimpers a little when I suck on her lower lip. My grip on her hips becomes downright possessive after that little sound escapes her lips.

Pulling away from her takes every ounce of my effort.

“I still haveenough energy to take you shopping for our wedding,” I tell her. “Will that calm you down?”

“How do you have money?” she says. “Because I don’t have any and… I agreed to marry you. I don’t need to spend all your cash.”

“I have plenty of money. Nothing youeverneed to worry about.”

Joslin stops and folds her arms. “Wait.”

“Yes?”

“Will you let me work?”

“If you want to. I assumed you wanted to sit around the house making love to me any chance you get…”

“Should we talk about this stuff before getting married?”

“Nope,” I respond flatly. “Because whatever you want… I’m gonna give you. Now let’s get your sexy ass in a wedding dress.”

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