Page 124 of Wild Love
“How could I say no to having a househusband?”
“Husband? Did you say husband?”
“Legally, that’s still what you are.”
He leans over the edge of the bed and grabs his jeans. “Your response to that is to get dressed? Really?”
I admire the view of his tight ass and the muscles of his back. When his head pops back up, he cradles a black box in one hand, and all the air is sucked from my lungs.
“I was going to wait. Take you out on a bunch of really baller dates first. Wine and dine you, impress you with all sorts of really romantic shit. I was going to do it the right way this time, but it’s the quiet moments like this that I feel the closest to you.” He opens the box and a beautiful ring sparkles back at me. “Marry me, Dakota. Today. Tomorrow. In a year from now or five. Whatever you want. I promise I’ll never stop showing you how much you mean to me. Over the top, big and wild love.”
“I wouldn’t have you any other way, Johnny Maverick.” I stare at the ring again. “It’s gorgeous.”
He plucks it from the box and slides it down my ring finger. “Your dad helped me pick it out.”
“He did?”
“After I accidentally told him we eloped.”
I gasp. “You didn’t?”
“I did. Sorry.” He winces.
Oh no. “But you’re still in one piece.”
“It was touch and go for a few minutes, but I told him what you mean to me and promised that I’d spend my entire life making you happy.”
“What do I do with this?” I twist the red elastic around my finger. I haven’t removed it since the night in Vegas.
He lifts it over the diamond ring and then wraps his lips around my finger, gliding the elastic up my finger. He holds the red hair tie with his teeth as he covers my body with his.
“Hands above your head, baby.”
41
Dakota
Two monthslater
Johnny’shandsome face stares back at me through the phone. “Are you wearing it?”
“Yes.” I roll my eyes but lower my phone to show him I’m wearing the Wildcats jersey he sent me. His.
“Maybe you should wear the shirt from the Frozen Four instead. The one I made with the Valley colors.”
“Already thought of that.” I lift the jersey to show him it’s underneath. “You’ve got this.”
He blows out a breath that puffs out his cheeks. His dark hair is slicked back, and he’s in his pads and jersey for their first game.
“I wish you were here.”
“Me too.”
“Phone sex later?”
“Yes, and I’m sending you a little something right now.” I send the text and wait for him to get it.
He chuckles. “My two favorite girls.”
