Page 92 of Cocky Biker

He pulled her close. “I mean it, I’m serious about this. About you and me and this kid. We’re in it together. Family.”

“I’m sure Rigor and Teddy will be pleased to hear that.”

He stilled. “Ah yeah, Rigor. I take it he doesn’t know.”

“Of course not. You’re the first person I’ve told. You are the father, after all.”

“When will you tell him?”

“I’ll give him a call later, or tomorrow. Tomorrow probably.”

He nodded and stroked her hair. “You’d better also tell him we’re engaged. Take the sting out of the baby news.”

“What?” Shock burst through her, heating her blood and creating sparks in her mind. “I can’t say that.”

“Sure, you can. ’Cause I should put a ring on your finger if you’re gonna have a belly swollen with my baby.”

“But, Wyatt, we’ve hardly been dating for long and—”

“And you’re pregnant and we’re in love. We’ve established that.” His expression turned deadly serious. “And I want every guy here to know you’re mine. I ain’t having Taff coming onto you like he did Leah. No fucking way. Unlike Carter, I would’ve pulled the trigger and blown his fat face right off.”

She was quiet, then, “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“One day, yeah, that’s what I want.” The right side of his mouth tilted into the grin she’d come to adore. “But engaged will do for now.” He paused. “Say something?”

“I … I … don’t know what to say?”

“You could acknowledge the fact you’re a damn lucky woman to have bagged me, Wyatt Jones.”

She burst out laughing. “You’re a cocky son of a bitch, you know that? No, don’t answer.”

He glanced around, then took a few steps away, stooped, and picked something up off the parking lot. “Not quite what the Duke of Buckingham would use.” He held out a small chrome ring nut and reached for her left hand. “But I’ll buy something with a bit of sparkle soon.”

She watched as he slipped it onto her ring finger. Bizarrely, it was just the right size.

“That’s set then.” He drew her knuckles to his mouth and brushed his lips over them. “We’re engaged.”

“I haven’t said yes yet.” Oh, but it was there on the tip of her tongue. What woman wouldn’t want a man like Wyatt? He was strong, sexy, and loyal, and had filled her heart and her days from the moment she’d met him.

“One little word, or I take this heirloom off your finger.” He tipped his head.

“Engagement,” she said.

“Yep, we can get married whenever you want. But right now, as of today, I want more than you just being my chick.”

“Iwantto be more than your chick.”

“Good.” He pulled her into a tight embrace. “So say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Thank fuck for that.” He kissed her, a luscious, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues tangled, and she sank into him, their hearts seeming to beat as one.

She hadn’t wanted to come to California with Rigor to act as translator. Had no interest in finding love, least of all with a Devil’s Barbarian. But now that she had, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way.

Sliding her hands to his ass and squeezing his butt cheeks through leather, she pulled back a fraction. “Take me upstairs and fuck me.”

“Without a condom?”

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