Page 67 of Wild Ride

My lips twitch into a smirk. “There’s no refusal, baby. I’m inside of you. You’re mine. Your father brought you here. I trusted him with my life, and now I’m trusting you with my future.”

She doesn’t say anything immediately. Instead, she watches me, my cock ready to slip out of her at any given moment. As much as I don’t want it to, it’s inevitable.

“I want to keep you, baby.”

“Do you want to keep me for me or because of who my father is?”

She has my number there, but I don’t even skip a beat before I answer her. “Your father, being who he was, brought you to me. You, being who you are, make me want to keep you.”

“And the rules?” she asks.

“You’re mine, and that means that when it comes to the club, I own you. You are my property, and that means everything you think it does.”

“But at home?” she asks.

“At home, we’re this. You and me. Bishop and Dakota.”

She leans forward and touches her lips to mine, and in all of my forty-two years, I didn’t think that I could feel this way. I can’t describe it. I can’t even begin to explain what it is that I feel, but maybe it’s love.

I know for a fact I’ve never felt that before.

“And when I’m in your clubhouse, I don’t have a voice or an opinion? You are in charge?” I know that it’s supposed to be some kind of dig. It’s supposed to be something bad, but it’s not.

“I’m in charge, but you have a voice and an opinion with me.”

She snorts, leaning closer. “I’m sure,” she exhales as her lips touch mine, then slide along my own before she shifts backward slightly, and her gaze meets my own again.

“You’re staying here in Thunder Rock. This is where you belong.”

“What happened to me…” she begins, but her words trail off as my mouth touches hers in a chaste kiss.

I hope she is going to forget to continue when I lean back slightly, but she doesn’t. “He didn’t touch me. He had lots of things that he said he was going to do to me, but he never touched me,” she says, and the way she speaks them so quickly, I know she is nervous and worried, maybe that I’ll think less of her or something.

“Baby,” I say in a hushed voice. “I wouldn’t care what they did to you. None of that shit matters to me. None of that was under your control.”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, then releases it as she leans forward and touches her lips to mine. “I can tell you that I think I’m falling in love with you,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“Thank fuck,” I exhale.

She leans back slightly, her eyes meeting mine. They’re wide and gorgeous, and I wish I could fuck her again right this second while looking into those fantastic fucking eyes. Next time, I’m laying her down and taking my goddamn time with her.

“It would be really fucking weird to marry me if you didn’t even like me,” I say.

Her lips curve up into a grin, and I watch as she laughs. The movement causes my softened cock to slip from inside of her. I wrap my arms around her, flexing my arms, and let out a chuckle.

“You good, baby?” I ask.

Dakota lets out a sigh and exhales, folding her body so that her chest rests against mine and her cheek presses against my shoulder. “I’m good, Bishop,” she whispers.

Sliding my palm up and down her back, I keep her close to me. “You gonna marry me, have my babies?”

She lifts her head slightly, her eyes searching mine for a moment. “Babies?” she exhales.

“A whole fucking houseful.”

A whole goddamn fucking houseful.

I want them all with her.

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