Page 38 of Won't Let Go
“Even sex?” I squeak.
“Eventually. Yeah. If that’s what you want.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I guess I’ll just get off when eating your pussy.” He waggles his brows and kisses my mound.
“Josh.” He can’t mean that.
“What? It’s gonna happen again. I’m not ashamed of it.”
Removing his finger, Josh crawls up the bed and stretches out beside me. He pats his pec, and I don’t fight the urge to cuddle him when I curl up against his warmth. He hooks my leg over his hip and wraps an arm around my shoulder.
“You need to promise me that you’ll talk to me if this becomes too much,” he whispers to the top of my head.
“I will. I promise.” Tracing between his pecs and down the valley between each of his defined abs, I’m amazed by how soft his skin really is.
He pecks my hair. “Okay. Good. Because I can’t take care of you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
Reaching his belly button, I swirl around it before moving my way back up. “You don’t have to take care of me. Not like that.”
“Jade, I love you.”
“I know and I love you, too.”
Josh pinches my chin and tips my head back to look him in the eye. “No. You don’t get it. I love you. As in, I’m in love with you. I want my patch on your back when you’re on my bike. I want a ring on your finger.”
“What? I… How? Since when? I… Josh… What the fuck?”
He cuffs the side of my neck. “Can you just marry me and pretend we already had this conversation?”
“No.” I most certainly cannot.
His lips twitch. “No, you won’t marry me or the pretending part?”
I slap his pec. “This isn’t funny, asshole.” How could he say that? Marry him? What the fuck?
The humor evaporates from his voice, and his expression hardens. “I’m not bein’ funny, babe. I’m serious.”
How can that be true?
“You want to marry me? You. Josh. Want to marry me… Jade?” What kind of Twilight Zone am I living in?
“Yes. I do. Do you want me to go get the ring?”
“What do you mean, get the ring? There’s a ring?” I shrill.
“Yes. There’s a ring.”
Holy hell.
“Since when?”
“I bought it three years ago.”
“You what?!” I whisper-scream and try to sit up, so I can… I don’t know what… But Josh’s hold on my neck keeps me locked against his chest, and his grip on my thigh keeps my leg in place.
“I saw it in a pawn shop when I was on prospecting duties for the club. It was too damn perfect not to buy. So, I did.”
