Page 52 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

Although Reap goes in with Dusty to make sure she takes it easy, all three women practice in Carter’s moving target rooms. Two things become abundantly clear after they’ve finished. 1: Gee is a fucking natural. 2: I better never piss her off because my ass would be in the ground.

How did I get so lucky? Who the fuck knows, but I show her just how I feel when we’re in bed that night.

“I don’t think the doctor has cleared you for sex yet, Mr. Stockton.”

“He’ll get used to disappointment.”

There are certain positions we have to avoid, but damn, having that woman ride my dick feels like home. As she glides up and down on my shaft fast and furious, she has her head lolling back and her eyes closed. She’s getting close. I keep a firm grip on her with my hands placed right below her bouncing tits.

She squeezes my dick when her orgasm hits and I don’t even know where the words come from, but I mean them. “Marry me,” I grunt, unleashing my orgasm inside her.

Gee slumps forward then pivots last minute to not hit my shoulder or my gut. “What?” she asks breathily.

“You heard me. Marry me. Let’s do it.”

“Now?”

“Soon as we settle this shit.”

“I—Okay,” she whispers.

Okay.

16

Before he put me on a plane for home declaring,“You see I’m alive; I’ll call when I’m not,”he took me ring shopping. Ring shopping. He got a little miffed when I didn’t want a diamond. I love pink. I wanted a pink engagement ring. I found the most beautiful princess-cut pink sapphire surrounded by tiny diamonds and set in a gorgeous rose-gold band.

“How will people know it’s an engagement ring?” he asked when he was still pouting.

My answer? “How could they not? It’s huge. It’s sparkly. It’s beautiful and it’s on my left ring finger. More importantly, it’s exactly what I want. I don’t give two shits if anybody else knows—I know. You know. Does anything else matter?”

His face grew soft giving me his answer. “Nothing else matters.”

So now he’s still down there in Florida. We—me, Dusty, Danni, and even Gillian had to promise not to speak a word about their mission or location to anybody. I know Dusty and Danni won’t say anything. I don’t know about Gillian, but Danni assures us that loose lips sink ships and if she wants to be on FBI missions someday, she knows better than to open her mouth when ordered not to.

Waite was pissed as shit that we snuck off the property “just to get laid.” And I had to let him think that. Though, I let him know in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t a brother yet,andI was still his mother, so he’d better watch his mouth,orI’d watch it for him.

“Damn,” Waite whined. “We need to find you an accountant. You’re turning into a biker bitch.”

I’ll wear that with pride for a long time to come.

Then, my son pulled me into his arms. “You happy?” he asked. “Never thought I’d see a ring like that on your finger.”

“I’m happy, son. So damn happy.”

That was all it took for him not to beaspissed at me.

Clearly, everyone else understood the significance of the massive gem on my finger, too, because when Danni and Dusty saw it, they just gushed—biker gushed. When we got home and the rest of the women saw it, they went crazy, too, over the size and color and that Rough was “officially off the market.” I didn’t point out that he’d been officially off the market for a while now. Typically, a manonthe market doesn’t move a woman into his house so soon after meeting her. But even in lockdown, they threw me a girly, badass, biker bitch party. I can’t describe what that entails or what it sounds like. It just is. Before Rough, I would never have understood the intricacies of their actions, but now, living the life every day, Iget it.

I set myself up to take the licensure test in a couple of months, and at the same time, Dusty helped me apply to the local college for nursing. My life seems to be falling into place with the exception of my man recovering in a different state from being shot and knowing that he’s not coming home until his mission is complete. There’s still the threat of another attack hanging over our heads which is why we’re still in lockdown until further notice. But life has to go on for us here in Kentucky, so I try not to focus on that.

While I’m in our room with my books open, studying for the upcoming test, my phone rings, startling me. I pick it up thinking that it’s Rough, but it’s not. It’s a local number. An unknown local number. For a split second, I consider whether or not to answer. But even if it’s someone who doesn’t have my best interests in mind, I suck up my trepidation and press the green button.

“Hello?” I say, feeling anxious but doing my damndest to sound strong and secure.

“This is Gia?” It’s a woman’s voice.

“Yes. What can I help you with?”

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