Page 47 of Hunted, Season Three

“And that’s the way it’s gonna be for me whether you say yes or not, Kid, ‘cause all this ring does is change your last name and remind other gearheads-”

“Or gearwhores,” Bunny sassily interjects.

“-that you already have a garage you park in.”

“That sounded sexual,” loudly whispers Val.

“That was absolutely sexual,” Garcia agrees.

Heat from the amount of attention as much as embarrassment for not waiting until later to bring up my apprehension tints my cheeks red, an action he instantly notices and hides by cupping my face.“You’re mine, Kipp.”

“And mine,” warmly leaves our girlfriend at the same time she places her palm adoringly on my thigh.

“I’m just offerin’ to upgrade your name to a newer model…”

This time it’s me who leans in towards him to coo, “Yes.”

Relief and excitement thrum through his stare, yet he doesn’t move, just verbally verifies, “Yes, what?”

“Yes,Miles Nolan,” I cheekily state.“I’ll let you upgrade my name to a newer model.”

“Definitely weird hearin’ my first name,” chuckles the man preparing to brush his lips against mine.“But I can’t wait for you to have my last.”

Despite the onlookers, our tongues don’t hesitate to touch.

Or tangle.

Or race to be the first to make the other groan.

The instant a whimper slides across his frantically moving muscle, he abruptly slips back.

Treats Bunny’s face to the same possessive hold.

Kisses her hard.

And fast.

And recklessly until she too can’t refrain from whimpering.

Afterward, Bunny and I engage in a briefer connection, spurring our room full of family – people who I will learn to letbefamily – to gleefully applaud.

Offer congratulations.

Inspect the rings once they’reofficiallyon our left hands.

Officiallytelling the world we’re all on the same road.

In the same car.

Not interested in ever switching drivers again.

That we’re engaged.

Holy shit…

We’re really engaged!

Chapter 10

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