Page 28 of Rough Riding

I prop my chin on his chest, our eyes locking. That pain is still there around the edges, but it can’t overshadow the wonderment I see in his gaze.

“Until we can find the perfect place for us together, one with room for your business and our kids, would you rather move in with me or have me move in with you?”

I blink a few times, unsure whether I’m already dreaming or not. Tyler’s gaze remains steady, a hint of a challenge there I desperately want to rise to.

Moving in together is a huge step though.

Do I want to live with him? Absolutely. But what if we’re moving too fast? Is there such a thing?

I got the quick and dirty from the old ladies at the party and, from what they told me, the men of the DSMC move quickly and decisively. They know what they want and don’t waste time. I saw the adoration the men have for their women. It’s the same thing I see as Tyler gazes up at me.

I must not answer fast enough, my brain is not processing well at the moment. “I think you broke me,” I accuse softly.

When Tyler chuckles, his cock twitches inside of me, and I moan. His steely eyes turn heated and remind me of liquid metal. When he doesn’t say anything, I let my mind dwell on what I want.

Moving in together is the next logical step. I know it. I want it.

If he moves in with me then I won’t have to pack. That’s a nice incentive for sure.

No more switching from one place to the other. More time spent together. I shouldn’t want that, but I do.

We will need another place, for sure. Neither one of ours will be big enough when we add a child to the mix. It’s way too early to know if all his breeding talk has come to fruition, but there’s a little sparkle of hope inside me that it has.

Wherever we move will need to have space for my business and he deserves a studio for himself. His talent should be celebrated and I’m just the woman to do it. The same way he does with mine.

“Okay, move in with me,” my voice is strong and sure as I watch Tyler’s reaction.

Excitement and joy dance in his eyes. The sadness isn’t gone, but that doesn’t stop him from reveling. It makes me so fucking proud of him.

He rolls me quickly back onto my back and I let out a little yelp of surprise which morphs into a groan as he pulls out of me. “Where are you going? I figured you’d stay inside me until you were ready to fill me with more of your cum,” I pout.

My eyes dart downward to find that my man is already hard for me. Again. I lick my lips, thinking about how damn good we taste together. Yeah, I’ve been exploring all sorts of things with Tyler, and I’ve enjoyed all of them.

He winks at me before making his way back into the bathroom. I hear something like clothing rustling and then dropping to the ground with a soft thud and my heart starts to beat faster in my chest. The anticipation is killing me.

When Tyler returns, he looms over me at the edge of the bed, his steely gaze taking me in from head to toe. As he drops down to one knee, I gasp and bolt upright, my eyes wide and wild as I look at him.

He holds a ring up between us and I cover my mouth, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Rebel,” he rumbles, “my Hellcat. You will be the mother of my children,” he looks down at my belly with pointed pride like it’s already a done deal, “and you have already helped me heal some wounds I figured would always be part of me. I’ll never forget what happened to Sofia, it’s something I’ll always carry with me, but I know you’ll help me with that. I need you to help me with it. So I can be the man you deserve.” He takes a deep breath, vulnerability shining back at me in his eyes. “Will you marry me?”

“You know this has all been fast, right?” He nods his head but doesn’t do anything else. He waits. Patiently and stoically. For the answer he knows is coming. Because there is only one answer I can give. “Of course I’ll marry you, Tyler. I love you.”

He barely has the chance to slip the ring on my finger before I’m wrapped around his body, holding on for dear life. Because that’s what Tyler has become—my entire life.

“You’ll have to make your own property cut,” he sounds sheepish. “I already claimed you at the table. It’s official. You’re my old lady.” There’s a sigh of contentment in his voice, “Now you’ll be my wife.”

“I don’t mind making my cut,” I sound fucking giddy.

My own cut. I know what it means. Tyler has spent time explaining to me about how things work in the DSMC and the importance of being someone’s old lady. Really, he wouldn’t even have to marry me because that claim is solid and is upheld above all others in terms of the club.

But knowing my man, he wants me tied to him in as many ways as possible.

I’m more than okay with it.

As Tyler lays me back on the bed, he kisses me and then slides back inside of me, stealing my breath the same way he has with my heart.

I had no idea I would open the door one day to find him on my porch. I didn’t know the ride we’d be on together would be rough—full of demons from the past and darkness—but I wouldn’t change it. I’ll gladly be his light because he already is mine, and so much more, even if he doesn’t see it himself.

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