Page 137 of Prince Charming

“I wouldn’t give you up for anything, Marianna. Because when you find a love like this, you hold on tight to it. You do whatever you can to make it work. Make us a family, Anna. Give a worthless biker everything he never thought he wanted. I won’t quit. I won’t give up on us. I will love you enough for us both, so don’t worry about that. And when you let go, Anna, I’m gonna be here to catch you. That’s what a man so fucking crazy in love with you does.”

There were times in life, a woman knew how lucky she was.

Giving birth to two perfectly healthy babies.

Hearingmamafor the first time.

Standing in front of a wonderful man while he declared his love in an open, honest way.

Stick a fork in her potato, Marianna was about to burst.

“Luke,” she exhaled his name, breathing in his cologne scent through his cotton shirt. She set her eyes up, ready to confess every feeling she had.

The moment wasn’t so much ruined as Galina interrupted it, calling out she was putting the kids to bed.

They laughed together, and he dropped a kiss to her nose. “Go tuck the kids in, I’ll clean up in here.”

In the doorway, she turned to see him stacking clean dishes, ready to put away. A wash of feeling for him almost tackled her by the knees.

In her home language she said, “you mean more to me than any man ever has or will. You are loved beyond reason, the man who has put fire back in my heart.”

The moment she started speaking, he swerved his head.

She watched his eyes darkening.

“Anna…” he rumbled in warning. Hot and sexy. She grinned at him, lighter than ever.

“Get back over here and tell me again in English.”

“Don’t forget to dry the cups, baby boy,” she said, blowing him a kiss. His hot, hot, hot growl following her out while she went to read a bedtime story.

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Waiting until she locked up behind him, Tag hopped down the stairs with a big ass grin on his face.

He never stood a chance.

It was as though every fiber of his being was tied to hers.

She made him feel like he’d spent a lifetime deprived.

A poor motherfucker starved for her and didn’t even know it.

Talk about killing him, he’d sent her to bed after she’d yawned into his mouth. He wanted to be in bed beside her, rocking her wet girl world. He wanted to wring love out of her until she cried it into his mouth.

Instead, he was climbing onto his bike, hard as a rock.

Happier than ever.

To preserve that happiness, he had to make sure the Sofia irritation was not gonna snowball.

Tag roared his bike to life, gave a last look to his woman’s window, knowing soon they’d share the same bedroom, if he had anything to do with it.

A family.

They were his.

He didn’t know how or why.

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