Page 47 of The Wrangler

He didn’t untie her right away. Instead, he kissed her. Soft. Reverent.

“I love you,” he murmured.

Keely’s heart stopped.

Then she smiled. “I know,” she whispered.

Jesse chuckled, finally reaching up to free her wrists. The second she was loose, she curled into his arms, letting the world fade away.

Because here, in his arms, she wasn’t just Keely Malone. She was his. And nothing was ever going to change that.

Keely was still catching her breath, her body humming with satisfaction as she lay sprawled across Jesse’s chest. His heartbeat was strong beneath her cheek, steady and sure, as his fingers traced lazy circles on her bare back.

She didn’t want to move. Ever.

But she knew Jesse. Knew that while he’d given her everything inside this room, he still had one more thing to say.

His deep voice rumbled against her ear, low and full of certainty. “You’re mine for good, Keely.”

A thrill shot through her, not just from the possessiveness in his tone, but from the truth in it.

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze, her lips curving into something soft. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Keely grinned, but she knew if they stayed in here much longer, she wouldn’t let them leave. She pressed her lips to his one last time before rolling off the bed, grabbing a robe from one of the hooks.

“No need for that,” he rumbled.

“You ripped off my thong. It’s not useable.”

“Like I said, no need.”

“I can’t walk back into the club with nothing on but my corset.’

“Let me give you a choice—you can go like you are or you can go with no corset and an ass that’s a lovely shade of red.” Seeing her distress, he softened. “You’re glowing, darlin’.”

Keely tossed her hair over one shoulder. “That’s what happens when you’re thoroughly wrecked by a dominant cowboy.”

Jesse chuckled as he stood, pulling on his leathers before coming up behind her, his hands bracketing her hips. “Damn right it is.”

She sighed, leaning back against his warmth. “Are you really going to make me walk out there with nothing on but my corset and thatminelook all over your face?”

Jesse kissed the side of her neck, his lips brushing her pulse. “I gave you a choice. Besides, do you think there’s anyone in the club who doesn’t already know?”

Her heart tripped because he was right.

Everyone had seen what he’d done at the bar. Everyone had seen the way he’d claimed her. And there was no way anyone could miss the collar or the sapphire and black diamond engagement ring that sparkled on her finger.

And now, they were about to walk out there and make it permanent.

Jesse caught her chin, tilting her head so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “You ready?”

Keely took a deep breath, then smiled. “Always.”

He took her hand and led her back to the bar. Looking around, she realized she wasn’t the only sub who had little of anything on. In fact, some of them had nothing at all. Roxie was naked and sitting between Gavin’s legs.

The moment she and Jesse stepped into the main lounge, a roar went up. Keely blushed as people turned, as a few subs sent her knowing looks, as some of the club’s long-time Doms raised their glasses in silent approval. But the best reaction came from the Silver Spur team.

Gavin whistled, Hawke leaned back in his chair with a slow shake of his head, and Dawson lifted his beer in salute.

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