Page 87 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

"Because I put my shoes in the closet where they belong!"

There was a time when I would've never said something like that, much less argued. I would've simply dropped my head and accepted defeat, and then, I'd hate myself for it. That was back when I was scared, but things are different now.

I was with someone I loved and trusted, and I wasn’t scared anymore.

I could say what was on my mind without fearing the consequences—which was why I placed my hand on my hip and sassed, "And that goes for my socks and underwear, too! You keep leaving them on the floor, and it's only a matter of time before Roscoe starts shredding them."

“That little asshole is going outside if he starts shredding my underwear!”

“That sweet baby is too little to be outside, and you know it!”

“Well, then, you better train his sweet, little ass not to chew up my damn boots!”

Quinton tossed his chewed-up boot on the floor with a defeated sigh, and I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. I knew there was stuff going on with the club, and he had a long day ahead. In hopes of lightening the mood, I dropped my hands to the hem of my shirt and lifted it, along with my bra, exposing my breasts.

It took him a second to realize what I’d done, but when he did, a goofy smile slipped across his handsome face. “Seriously?”

“Hm-hmm.” I giggled as I said, “You know what they say...All is fair in love and war.”

“Is that right?”

When he stood and started towards me, I lowered my shirt and took a step back. “Easy there, killer. You’ve gotta get to the clubhouse, remember?”

“That was before you showed me the goods.”

He started charging towards me with that look in his eye, and a thrill shot through me. I started running out of the room with a screech. “Quinton!”

“No sense running, babe.” He rushed after me as he shouted, “You’re only making it harder on yourself.”

“I was just goofing around!”

Quinton chased me out of the bedroom and down the hall, and I was about to make it to the living room when I felt his arms around my waist. He lifted me into the air and gave me a quick spin. My heart swelled as he lowered my feet to the floor and smiled.

He was loving and protective, and there was a tenderness in his touch that I’d never felt with any man. He held my heart in his hand, and I held his. He trailed kisses along my neck, and chills ran throughout my entire body when pinned me against the wall. He stilled for a moment, then he said something that took me by complete surprise.

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” His eyes never left mine as he repeated, “Marry me.”

“Quinton, we’ve only known each other for a couple of months.”

“Yeah, so?”

“We still have so much to learn about one another.”

“I know enough.” He brought his hands up to my face and brushed my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb as he whispered, “I know you’re my one and only, and I plan to spend the rest of my life making sure you know that.”

“Quinton.”

“I meant it, Jules. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too.”

“Then, say yes.”

“Okay.” I could feel my smile grow wider as I told him, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

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