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And after the man straightened and narrowed his eyes at her, I swept her behind me and stared at the motherfucker, whose eyes had just widened at the sight of me.
Then they moved down my frame and to the hand I had on her hip in a protective gesture.
“Yeah, motherfucker, she’s taken,” I growled.
A few brothers moved in and led him away.
Then I growled as I turned and eyed what my woman had on, those fucking jeans that fit her ass like a fucking glove, and asked, “You really had to wear that?”
She simply smiled, “You like my ass in these jeans.”
I growled again, “I love it, actually. But I don’t like other men seeing it and appreciating it.”
She laughed.
“And how do you think I feel when women stop and stare at you?” she asked.
I shrugged, “Don’t give a fuck they do or don’t. As long as you never stop staring at me, I don’t give a fuck.”
She poked a finger into my chest, “Exactly. So why does it bother you when that man stared at my ass?”
“Cause it’s mine,” I said.
She narrowed her eyes, “And you're mine.”
That was when I heard a whistle, followed by, “Xander, just take her up to your room and fuck the shit out of her.”
I looked at Wolf and grinned.
Then I bent at the waist, hauled her body over my shoulder and stalked up the stairs.
Laughter followed.
***
It was a few nights later, and we were tangled up in bed.
She had one of her thighs tangled with mine. Her arm was thrown over my stomach.
And a thought occurred to me.
She had told me that I was perfect for her.
And since she thought that... I wanted to give her the world.
Therefore, I pressed a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling as I did so, cherry, vanilla, chocolate, then I asked, “Do you want to get married?”
She shrugged, then she turned her face up to look at me, “I’d love that. But something tells me you don’t want that.”
And that was when I told her about my mother and how I came to be.
“You always thought that you were unwanted.” She breathed out.
I saw the light in her eyes start to shine.
She got it.
All of it.
