Page 7 of Grease Monkey

I nodded.

“What do you say, Gwennie? Want to make an honest man of me?”

I couldn’t help but snicker, and then his words registered. “You want to marry me?”

He tipped my chin up. “Princess, I want to have a family with you. Marriage just seems like the logical step to get there. I want you in my life from here on out. If you don’t want to marry me, then I’ll wait, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting you go.”

I had to think about it. If I were married, it would be a little harder for Daddy to get his hands on me. And I had to admit, the idea of puttering around the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, was pretty amazing. Except for the part where I had no idea how to cook. I had a feeling I’d be watching lots of YouTube videos in the future to figure out how to scramble an egg or make bacon. I didn’t even know how to open a can of biscuits.

“You really want to marry me?” I asked.

“I want you to be mine in every sense of the word, princess. And if you want to put a ring on my finger, I’ll gladly wear it to show everyone that the hottest woman on earth has agreed to be mine. You never have to worry about me straying, Gwennie. I don’t want anyone but you. The moment those legs of yours swung out of that little coupe, I knew I wanted you. And the moment my dick got balls deep inside of you, I knew I was never letting you go.”

He was offering me everything I’d ever wanted. A family, a normal life. It would be crazy to turn him down, but I couldn’t help but worry about what Daddy and Thomas would do when they found out. I hadn’t lied. They would do everything in their power to ruin Lance and his business. It would be selfish of me to take him up on the offer. But I wanted to, so badly.

The thump of his heart was comforting. I had a big decision to make. I could either spend every night for the rest of my life curled up beside my sexy mechanic with that heartbeat in my ear as I fell asleep, or I could run back to Daddy and live a life that I never wanted, either as arm candy for a man old enough to be my grandfather, or rented out to whichever man could pay the most or would influence my father’s finances the most. It would be like living in a revolving door, especially if he realized I wasn’t a virgin anymore. And if I did end up pregnant with Lance’s kid, I had no doubt that Daddy would force me to get an abortion. The thought sickened me.

“You’re thinking too hard, princess.”

“Let’s do it. I want to marry you.” I looked up into his eyes. “You’re offering me everything I’ve ever wanted, but all I’m giving you in return is --”

“You. A family. You’re giving me just as much in return, Gwennie. Don’t worry about your father or Kale, I’ll take care of them. It would be an honor to be your husband and the father of your kids. If your father wants a war, I’ll give him a war. But I meant what I said, princess, I’m never letting you go.”

I pressed my lips to his and opened as his tongue flicked against them. It wasn’t a kiss so much as a claiming. Every touch, every kiss, every time we fucked, it was a way for Lance to brand me as his, and I fucking loved it. Who’d have ever guessed I was such a dirty girl? I couldn’t help but smile against his lips. In all my life, I’d never felt as happy as I did right now. Maybe I’d fallen a little in love with him the moment I’d seen that swagger heading my way, my heart had certain skipped a few beats. Whatever it was, this feeling that consumed me, I never wanted it to stop.

Lance pulled away and smoothed a thumb across my lower lip. “I’m going to find out what we need to do in order to get a marriage license and how long it takes. Of course, if I didn’t think your daddy would be watching the flights and trains, I’d just take you to Vegas to get married.”

I smiled. “I’ve never been to Vegas, but you’re right. I’m sure Daddy will be watching for that, once he realizes I’m missing. And if we get married here, he has friends at the courthouse, so I’m sure someone would tell him I applied for a marriage license.”

Lance scratched his beard. “Let me make some calls, princess. One way or another, we’re getting married. And if that means Vegas, I’ll figure out how to get us there. Just need to call in to work and let them know that I’m taking some time off and make sure no one says anything about where you are.”

I kissed his cheek. “Then you’d better get busy.”

Lance pulled a tee out of his dresser and tossed it to me. “You can wear that for now. You’ll have to wear your dress for us to get the hell out of here, but once we get to Vegas, I’m taking you shopping. Not that I have a problem with you running around naked.”

Yeah, I was sure he didn’t. The man couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me, but I felt the same about him. I pulled the shirt over my head and followed him through the house. My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten in a long time, so I rummaged through his fridge and cabinets in the kitchen to find something to snack on. There was a hunk of cheese and some crackers, so I fixed a plate and sat at the small table. I could hear him in the living room on the phone, but I didn’t pay attention to what he was saying. I was too focused on what would happen if my daddy caught me in this house dressed in nothing but Lance’s shirt and his cum dripping down my thighs. There would be hell to pay, and that was putting it mildly.

Lance appeared in the doorway and went to the fridge. He pulled out two sodas and gave me one. His fingers curled into my hair and tipped my head back so he could plant a kiss on my lips. Even that small amount of contact was enough to make me want him again, even if I was on the sore side.

“Our flight is leaving in an hour from a private airstrip outside of town. My friends pulled through for me and our flight will not put up any red flags for your family. It turns out the Scarlioni family is in town and since no one can connect either of us to them, we’re in the clear.”

My brow furrowed. “How do you know them?”

“I don’t, but my friends do business with them from time to time. When they explained that true love was on the line, the sappy Italian offered up his jet. Although, I did mention it would thwart Thomas Kale III and some other snooty people, so I’m sure that helped our cause. No one around here likes the people up on the hill -- no offense, princess.”

“None taken.”

“We should probably shower and dress. As much as I love my cum running down your legs, we don’t want to get the seats on the jet sticky.”

I pushed my empty plate away, took another swallow of the soda, and stood up. Lance laced our fingers together and led me into the master bathroom. It was small, even smaller than my closet, but I didn’t mind since it just meant I’d have to stand closer to him. He started the shower and began stripping out of his clothes, my eyes glued to every move he made. As his body came into view, I ran my fingers over his tattoos and wondered what they all meant. He had a full sleeve and another design across his chest. There were words down his ribs that looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them. As he turned to test the water temperature, I saw more ink on his back.

“Like what you see, Gwennie?”

I licked my lips and nodded.

He gave me that playful smirk and dropped his pants, kicking off his shoes before stepping out of the jeans. Seeing him completely naked just made me want to run my hands all over him and explore every inch, but if the jet was taking off in an hour, I knew we didn’t have much time. He helped me over the edge of the tub and we washed each other. I’d expected some sexy scented shower gel, but he just had regular soap, and his shampoo and conditioner were a cheap brand that advertised it smelled like an ocean breeze. I was a little surprised, because he didn’t seem like the type to use conditioner.

By the time we were finished and dried off, I shimmied back into my dress and heels while he put on a pair of clean jeans and another tee. Before he let me out of the house, he watched the street for a few minutes to make sure nothing looked out of the ordinary, then he rushed me to the car in the driveway. The windows were tinted so I didn’t worry about anyone seeing me in his car, but if my dad had tracked my car to Lance’s shop then there was a chance people would be looking for his car. I hoped like hell he was doing the speed limit and wouldn’t get pulled over. That was the last thing we needed.

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