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“Brothers and ol’ ladies,” he said, then added, “Don’t overthink it. It’s usually something about a charity ride or one of the other things we do for the community.”
I wasn’t worried, just unsure. Each new thing was like stepping on an uneven floor and I was just waiting to trip and fall. And the Rally only had a few days left, so I worried about what was going to happen when it was over.
No matter how much reassurance he gave me, I worried he would be like my father—here today, gone tomorrow, and maybe back next month.
I couldn’t survive a life like that with Dean, and I just prayed the faith I was carrying spread out far enough to cover his promise to me. I wanted to be his wife, and I wanted to be claimed by him.
And I never thought I’d want to be property or an ol’ lady, but now, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.
Chapter 15
Jigsaw
Yesterday, I asked Comet to move some money from one of my accounts into his and to pick up the ring I’d ordered online late last night after Willow passed out in my arms. I trusted him with all my money, as the entire club did, and he promised to keep the ring secure at Roughstock’s house until the meeting.
This wasn’t a meeting about a charity ride. This was my claiming of Willow in front of the entire club, and a proposal that she may not say yes to. I wanted to marry her tomorrow, and if she agreed, the ranch house would make the perfect location. We’d have to get a license first thing in the morning, and I had a chaplain from a friendly club ready to perform the ceremony.
I just had to get her to say yes.
I asked Roughstock for one concession that was normally not allowed. He went with me to speak with Dawg, and once he gave approval, Roughstock made the call for me. Ghost was allowed to watch Willow’s claiming ceremony, with the understanding that he can’t wear his colors during the actual event. Once it was done, he was free to flip his cut right-side out, but if he wanted to wear it, he had to turn it inside out while I gave Willow her cut.
He agreed when Roughstock explained the requirements and stated he would ride over alone, asking his club to stay behind until the Sin Den opened at six. I wanted my old friend, Marcus, to see how treasured and loved Willow would be here, and I wanted him to know she would never be alone again. He might have been an ass to her, but I saw how much he loved her. Fromletting her ride with his club to the Rally, to teaching her to fight for protection, to wishing she’d move from her crime-ridden city, he cared for his younger sister.
Willow and I got back to the house a little after two, so we didn’t have long before we needed to leave. The bag I’d requested was sitting on the front steps when we pulled up, and after parking the SUV back in the garage and going into the house, I opened the front door and picked the bag up.
“I got you something,” I remarked to Willow and handed her the bag.
She smiled and placed it on the kitchen island before digging inside. When she pulled the shirt out and held it up to read the front, she chuckled.
“Property of Jigsaw. Don’t even fuckin’ think about it?” She laughed as she asked about the imprint.
“I wanted to be sure there wasn’t any misconceptions about who you belong to,” I remarked. She placed the shirt on the island and stepped up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I don’t think there’s any misconception about who I belong to,” she whispered and pressed her soft lips against mine.
We didn’t have time for me to worship her the way I wanted, so with great reluctance and sheer willpower, I slowed the kiss until it ended. She looked wounded by my resistance, but I’d worship her all night once we got home. And if today went the way I wanted it to go, we’d have every night for the rest of our lives to share each other.
“Let’s get changed and we can head on over,” I suggested, eager to get there and see the ring up close.
It wasn’t gaudy, but it was beautiful. A simple silver band with a half-carat diamond. Classic, beautiful, and precious. Just like Willow.
We walked into our room, and she turned around and asked, “Can you unzip me?”
I lowered the zipper, letting my index finger trail along the opening as I got it to the lowest position. She looked over her shoulder with lustful eyes, and I winked at her before turning around to grab a T-shirt from a drawer. My jeans were the clean pair I kept for Sundays, so I wrangled my stiff cock out of the good jeans and carefully tucked myself into my regular jeans before pulling the zipper up.
Willow was on her side of the room, pulling a clean pair of shorts from the duffle that Ghost had brought over for her yesterday evening. After I pulled my shirt and cut on, I turned and saw she was pulling her new shirt over her head. When she pivoted to face me, the smile on her face was brilliant and made my heart soar.
Walking over to her, I brushed a piece of blonde hair from her shoulder and asked, “Are you ready?”
“Whenever you are,” she remarked, and I took her hand into mine and guided her toward the living room. She looked up at me and asked, “Should I take my bike?”
“Why don’t you ride over with me tonight, and you can take your bike over tomorrow.”
She exhaled and replied, “If that’s what you think is best.”
Willow went to take a step away, but I held onto her hand, stopping her from leaving. “I’m not trying to keep you from your bike. If anything, I love seeing your plump ass as you maneuver that sexy machine. But with this being a club event, I’d love for you to ride with me.”
“Okay,” she said then added, “I just don’t want it to become the type of situation where I never get to ride my bike because your club doesn’t want it, or something like that.”
