Chapter 38

Gwen

Yawning, I woke the next morning, wrapped up in Static”s arms. I snuggled back into him with a sleepy smile.

”Don”t start something you”re not willing to finish, Sugar.”

”Who says I”m not,” I teased.

”You need more rest.”

Turning in his arms, I stared up at him. ”I”m okay.”

”Tell that to your face,” he replied. He lifted his hand, being as gentle as possible, he brushed his fingers over the giant bruise on my jaw. It covered most of my chin where I”d hit the ground. ”Do you need some painkillers?”

”No. I need my biker,” I told him. I cupped his cheek in my palm.

”I thought I was going to fucking lose you yesterday,” he admitted, his voice hoarse with repressed emotion.

”You might have if you hadn”t come for me,” I whispered.

He pulled me close, burying his face in my hair.

I let him hold me for a few minutes before I started squirming.

”Maybe this will convince you to keep resting,” he muttered. He leaned over me as he stretched, reaching into my nightstand for something. When he settled back down he held something in front of my face.

My eyes widened and darted to his. The little velvet box in his hand could be only one thing. ”Are you serious?” I breathed.

He grinned and sat up, pulling me up with him so we were sitting across from each other. ”Did you know I was married once before?”

I gave him a sheepish smile. ”Yeah. Kit told me.” Even though Static was relatively new to the club, Kit knew quite a bit about him. She was good at digging information out of the guys.

”It didn”t end well,” he explained. ”When she left me, I promised myself I wasn”t ever getting married again.” He scoffed. ”That was a fucking stupid promise. And one I”m happy to break now.” He smiled at me and flipped the box open.

My gasp was loud in the quiet room. A giant diamond sat on top of a delicate gold band. The lack of smaller diamonds surrounding it made the square rock in the middle seem even bigger. ”That”s huge,” I whispered. Looking up at him, I shook my head. ”It must have been so expensive. I don”t need anything so-”

He set two fingers on my lips, silencing me. ”You deserve a gorgeous ring.” He tilted his head. ”I”m not sure if you”re aware of this, but I”m loaded.”

I laughed and my heart melted. ”Your Jaguar kind of gave that away. And your suits,” I added. ”I love it.”

”Are you going to let me ask now?” he requested.

Shifting on the bed with excitement, I nodded. ”Go ahead.”

He chuckled. ”Thanks.” The smile slipped off his face, replaced with a sober look. ”Gwen. I love you. But even more, I love those kids. I”d do anything for them. For you.”

I was dying inside. It was like all my dreams were coming true. This gorgeous man wanted not just me, but my children in his life. So much so, that he was going to marry me.

”In fact, before I do this, I want to show you something.”

I frowned as he shifted and dug around in the nightstand again. I really needed to start looking in that thing. What else was he hiding in there?

He handed me papers, with a hopeful look on his face.

Glancing down, I scanned the documents. My jaw dropped. ”Are you serious?” They were adoption papers. Tears sprang to my eyes. ”We”ve only been dating for like three weeks,” I whispered. Not that I was trying to talk him out of this. I wasn”t. ”I need to make sure you”re sure,” I told him. ”I can”t tell them about this and have you change your mind.”

”Nothing,” he said, eyes flashing, ”will change my mind. About them, or you.” He held up the box again. ”I want you with me for the rest of our lives. I want to grow old together. To watch every sunrise, or sunset, from today until our last day. Together.” He reached out and with gentle fingers cupped my chin. ”If you agree to be my wife, I”ll spend every day making you happy. And in return you”ll fill my life with so much love and meaning, I”ll never need another damn thing. I”ll survive on you.”

I didn”t bother to hold back the tears. They ran down my cheeks, wetting his fingers as he proposed to me.

”There”s only one condition.”

My brows shot up. ”What...condition?”

”I want more kids with you.”

My smile was slow and bright. ”I can agree to that.”

”Yeah?”

”Yeah.”

”Gwen?”

I nodded, though it was hard with him holding me.

”Will you marry me?”

”Yes!”

I tossed myself into his arms, knocking the box with the ring out of his hands. Peppering his face with kisses, I chanted, ”Yes, yes, yes!”

He laughed. ”You made me drop your ring, woman.”

Straddling him, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. I didn”t care about the ring. Well, I did. Because he picked it out for me. It was beautiful, and I”d have to be careful not to swim with it on because it would drag me straight to the bottom. But I loved it because I loved him and he chose it for me. ”The kids are sleeping,” I whispered.

One blond brow arched upward as the corner of his mouth kicked up. ”They are.”

”And we have a whole hour before we have to wake them up for the day.” There was no way I was lasting that long. I needed him. Needed to feel him inside me. My core throbbed with desire.

His grin grew. ”We do.”

”What should we do with that time?”

His hand slid over my hip and cupped my ass. ”I”m sure we can think of something.”

Laughing, I pulled the T-shirt I”d been sleeping in over my head and tossed it onto the floor.

Static rolled, pinning me beneath him. His hands cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his strong fingers. I arched upward at the pleasure his touch elicited.

I grinned up at him. ”Make love to me, Husband.” We weren”t married yet, but may as well be. I wanted to test out his new title. It felt right.

”Anything for my wife.” He leaned his head down, his tongue pushing into my mouth as soon as our lips met.

I was aching for him. Greedy for what only he could give me. His fingers brushed over my core, teasing me until I was panting.

”Soaking wet,” he said. ”God, you”re perfect.”

”I want you,” I pleaded.

”You”ll get me. Soon.”

I groaned, trying to hold still as he kissed his way down my body. He pushed my legs apart and nuzzled me. His tongue swiped over my clit, and then sucked it into his mouth. Shoving as much of my fist into my mouth as I could fit, I bit down to hold my cry of pleasure inside. I didn”t want to wake the kids. If they got up right now and interrupted us, I would die. On the spot. I needed Static too much to stop.

”So good,” I moaned.

”Come,” he growled against my core. ”I want to taste you when you shatter.”

As if waiting for permission, my body responded. Stars exploded behind my eyes and I arched off the bed.

His heavy arm banded over my hips, holding me down so he could continue to torment me.

When the wave passed, I fell limply against the mattress, breathing heavily.

Static slid back up my body and took my mouth in a slow, sweet kiss. ”You taste fucking amazing.”

I grinned up at him, brushing my fingers over his cheek. ”I love you.” I was euphoric, floating, but there was still a spark of need deep in my belly.

”You ready?” he growled into my ear.

I nodded, lifting my hips as he notched his dick at my entrance.

”Or should I make you wait?” he teased.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted my hips, forcing him into my body.

”Fuck.” His mouth crashed into mine.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as he began thrusting. His pace was brutal, exactly what I needed.

”Can”t get enough,” he said, his lips brushing my ear. ”It”s never going to be enough.”

I moaned, tilting my head back as he kissed and nibbled along my neck.

”I want you to come again,” he growled.

”Oh God, yes.” My nails raked down his back.

He grunted and reached between us, pressing his thumb to my clit.

I bit down on his shoulder as the pleasure washed through me. My mind disconnected from my body, but I knew I was safe in his arms. Safe to fall apart. He”d be there to put me back together.

”Fucking hell,” he growled, pounding into me.

When I finally collapsed against the bed, my body the same consistency as rubber, he gave a final thrust, seating himself as deep as possible. I stroked his back and he came. Enjoying that he found the same pleasure in me that I did him.

”Mmm,” I hummed, loving the feeling of his weight over me.

He collapsed to the side, dragging me over to cuddle against his muscular body. He arched a little and I lifted my head to give him a questioning look. ”Ring box is in my back,” he muttered as he dug it out. He took the ring out and grabbed my hand. ”No turning back now, Sugar. You”re mine.”

I sighed, holding my hand out and studying the physical claim he”d made on me. Every fiber of my being was doing a happy dance. ”I wouldn”t want anything else.”

He kissed the top of my head. ”Was I right?” he asked.

I gave a sleep hum.

”Did that make you want to rest more?”

Laughing, I nuzzled my face into his chest. ”You win.”

”Good girl.” He wrapped his arms around me and we both closed our eyes.

I belonged to this golden god of a biker. And so did my kids. I couldn”t wait to tell my friends, but was going to have to. Yesterday had been a crazy day and Static was right. I needed more sleep. Not that I was going to admit he was right to him. Had to keep him on his toes after all. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.