Page 101 of Owned By The Cowboy
Simple. Elegant. A gold band with a vintage cut, nothing flashy. Just… beautiful. Like us.
“I was gonna wait,” he says. “Do something big. Get the kids involved. But you…” he leans down, brushing his mouth against mine… “you drive me fucking crazy, princess. You walk around this house in those little shorts, feeding my kids, sleeping in mybed, stealing my damn heart every time you laugh, and I just…” He exhales. “I can’t wait anymore.”
I blink up at him. “You’re proposing to me naked.”
“You’re naked too.”
“You’re not even on one knee.”
“I’m straddling you.”
“You didn’t even ask yet.”
He leans down, mouth at my ear. “Reggie, marry me.”
My breath catches.
“Let me make you mine officially. Let me give you my name, my whole damn life, everything I’ve got. No backup plan. No escape. Just you, me, the kids and this messy, perfect thing we’ve built.”
God, I should say something… anything! But my throat is clogged with tears of happiness. So instead I whisper, “Okay.”
He leans back a little, studying me. “Yeah?”
I nod, grinning through my tears. “Yes. Yes, you crazy, naked man. I’ll marry you.”
He exhales hard like he’s been holding his breath for years, then slides the ring on my finger with trembling hands.
And just like that, it’s real.
I grab his face and kiss him, deep, messy and joyful, pulling him back down on top of me.
“You know what this means,” I murmur against his lips.
“What?”
“I’m your fiancée now.”
“Mmhm.”
“That means I get to boss you around and complain about seating charts and napkin colors.”
“You already do all that.”
“Exactly. But now you’re legally required to listen.”
He growls and kisses me harder, pushing my legs apart again like we didn’t just go three rounds.
“You gonna keep me glowing till the wedding?”
“Oh, baby,” he says, sliding down my body. “I plan to keep you glowing for life.”
And he does.
God help me, he really, really does.
Blayne’s grin is pure mischief as he kisses his way down my chest, his lips hot and teasing, like he’s got all the time in the world to wreck me again. I’m still catching my breath, my body humming from the high of his proposal,fiancée, holy shit, and now he’s sliding lower, his hands skimming my hips, making me forget how to think.
“Handsome, you’re killing me,” I say, half-laughing, my voice all wobbly as his mouth grazes my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
