Page 47 of Grimm
“What?” I gasped.
“Let’s get married. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my Old Lady, and now, I want you to be my wife. Let’s get married.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, still shocked that he wanted to take this step with me.
“Fuck yeah, I am!” He pulled me closer to him. “You are it for me, doll. I want you to be Mrs. Tavish MacDaniel.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it!”
He picked me up and swung me around. I laughed like a loon.
“I love you, Tav.”
He sat me down on my feet. “I love you too.”
Epilogue
GRIMM
One month later….
“Gina, baby.” My eyes rolled in my head, my grip on her hair tightening. “We don’t have enough time, doll.”
She pulled away from me. A string of her spit clung to her plush lips and stretched to my cock. It was some of the sexiest shit I’d ever seen.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, lust dancing in her warm brown eyes. My woman was sexy as shit. Her dark skin shimmered like fucking diamonds, she wore her shoulder-length hair in what she called rope twists, and she had the body of a goddess. Curves for fucking days.
I loved it.
Gina had no problem dropping her beautiful ass to her knees whenever I was stressed. It was the quickest way to get me to relax, and because she was talented enough with her glorious mouth, I blew my load in minutes.
“Of course, we do.” Gina peered up at me through long lashes. She licked from the base of my hard length to the crown and swirled her tongue around the tip, sending a glorious shiver through me. She sat back on her heels. “If you’d stop interrupting me.”
She arched her brow.
She’d stopped by on her lunch break, and I had some shit I needed to take care of, but it was hard to say no to my fine ass woman, who didn’t mind getting her expensive suit wrinkled and possibly covered in cum to help her man release some stress.
Relenting, I dropped my head back and pushed down on her head, her warm mouth circling my cock again. I raised my hips to meet her movements. From base to tip, her mouth moved up and down with the right amount of spit and the right amount of pressure, bringing me closer to the release I so desperately needed.
“Shit, Gina.” I raised my hips, picking up speed. “Do that shit again.”
We were in my office at the clubhouse. I’d had some issues with one of the prospects, Weasel. I’d been scouring my contacts to get background information on the kid before the club gave him his patch. However, he was coming back squeaky clean, which should have been a good thing. But, in my world, it was a big fucking red flag waving in my face saying, “Beware, shit’s not adding up.” Nobody was fucking clean. My gut said something wasn’t right, and l wasn’t sold on him becoming a patched member. Not yet anyway.
Although Colin had vouched for him, he wasn’t the best judge of character. But he swore the kid was on the up and up. Even Uncle Fergus didn’t think anything was wrong with him being patched in. I wasn’t sure Fergus’s opinion carried much weight either, but he was family. I’d heard them out even if I didn’t listen to either of them in the end.
She pulled away, and I felt the loss immediately. “You might want to get that.”
“What?”
My brows bunched in confusion. I tried to pull her back to me so we could finish what she’dstarted. I wanted to watch tears pour down her pretty brown skin as she gagged on my cock. My cock hardened even more at the visual. But she stood, grabbed my cell from the desk, and held it out to me.
The ringing caught me off guard. She’d had me so ensnared by her mouth, I hadn’t heard it ringing.
“I hate this fucking thing,” I sneered, and she giggled.
