Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
But Ellery did it for me. “You already love him.”
My cheeks heated, but I didn’t deny it. Because it was true.
I didn’t confirm it either. I wanted the first time I said it to be to Wesley.
The distant rumble of engines cut through the air—and my heart stopped in my chest.
I knew Wesley would be fine since there was no chance Austin could successfully take him on, especially with his club brothers at his back. But every sound made my heart stutter while I waited.
Finally, the rumble of engines grew close. Loud, deep, and familiar to me now.
I shot to my feet before the bikes had even fully rolled into the lot, my heart slamming against my ribs. Racing out of the clubhouse, I was out the door before his boot hit the pavement.
He looked up at the sound of my footsteps, and the second our eyes locked, the rest of the world fell away.
“Sad—”
He didn’t even get my whole name out before I threw myself at him. His arms wrapped around me instantly, catching me midair as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in, clinging to him like I never wanted to let go.
And I didn’t.
He held me just as tightly, one of his big hands curling protectively around the back of my head, the other wrapped low around my waist.
“I have you, sunshine,” he murmured, voice gravelly.
I nodded against his throat, trying to keep my tears in check and failing miserably. “I know. I just—needed you to come back safe.”
“Wasn’t much risk of the kid doing anything to me.” He leaned back slightly, just enough to tip my chin up so I’d look at him. His thumb wiped away a tear rolling down my cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, sunshine.”
“You better not,” I whispered.
His eyes softened. “Never.”
Wesley hadn’t let go of me—not completely—and I didn’t want him to. I felt anchored in his arms, like everything was finally okay again. And I knew it would only stay that way as long as he was with me.
“I thought I was handling everything fine,” I whispered, brushing my fingers along the edge of his cut. “But the second you were gone, I realized I wasn’t okay. Not without you.”
His expression turned fierce, as though I’d just confessed something sacred.
“Sadie,” he said, his voice low and rough, “I love you.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. My heart did this silly fluttery thing in my chest, and my eyes filled again because I felt it in every part of me—he meant those three little words. All that protectiveness and quiet intensity wasn’t just about the broken window and note. It was me. It had always been me.
“I love you, too,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. “So much.”
He kissed me hard. Not rushed, not wild. Just deep and consuming, as though he needed to make sure I felt what he just said all the way to my bones.
We might’ve stayed wrapped up in each other forever if it hadn’t been for a familiar voice behind us.
“Figured you’d be needing this,” Fox called.
We broke apart, and something hit Wesley in the chest.
He caught the leather vest without breaking our eye contact, and I realized instantly what it was.
My heart stopped.
Wesley turned the leather around so I could see the patch on the back—Property of Hunter.
My breath caught. “You really want—”
“I told you I wasn’t going anywhere,” he said, slipping the vest over my shoulders as though he was wrapping me in armor. “This makes it official.”
It was everything I’d never even let myself hope for. And he didn’t stop there.
Wesley cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs sweeping along my cheeks as though he needed to feel me breathe.
“You’re mine, Sadie.” His tone was soft but fierce. “Not just today. Or until this shit blows over. Always.”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “I want that, too.”
His gaze dipped, then rose to meet mine again. His amber eyes were determined. “I want you to be my old lady.”
My breath caught.
“My wife and the mother of my kids.” His hands slid down to rest on my waist, then lower. One of them flattened over my stomach. His palm was warm and steady. “Hopefully soon.”
My knees nearly gave out.
“You—” I swallowed again, heart thundering. “You think I could be—?”
His deep chuckle rolled over me, sending goose bumps in its wake. “Hell yeah, you could be. I sure as fuck have done my best to make it happen in the short time I’ve had you in my bed.”
He reached into his cut and pulled out a small black box. It was plain but perfect.
I gasped as he flicked the top open with his thumb. Inside was a delicate diamond ring, sparkling in the sunlight as though it had been waiting for this exact moment.