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“What are you doing?” she whispers to me.

“Making it known that you are mine. I should have done this well before today.”

“I am already yours, babe. The club knows that,” she says, cupping my jaw with one hand, her other going to my chest where my heart lies.

I press my lips to hers and she falls into the kiss. A sweet moan leaves her lips, making my dick twitch in my jeans but I have more important things to do before I take her back to our room and fuck her senseless.

“Brother,” Savage says next to me, holding a pink box with a black ribbon that is embossed with skulls, thanks to Tracie and Louise.

“Open it,” I instruct her.

With a smile on her beautiful face, she licks her lips and slowly peels open the ribbon, then lifts the top. Anticipation is heavy between us, but she knows what it is. She knows how the club works.

“I knew that you were mine the first time I saw you at the library. Something inside of me sets off a reaction that only you could smooth but fuck, baby, you set off a different type of reaction.” I wink at her, making her giggle.

Damn, that sound.

“I never thought I would find love again after the Army left me empty and lost. It could have cost me my family but good decisions made everything worth the fight to find the light again. You, Mads, are my light. With you, my kids, and my club, I feel whole again. I am giving you this as a sign that you are my Ol’ Lady, you belong to me, but also it is a promise that I will marry you one day. When we are ready.”

She slips the leather over her bare shoulders, and I bite back a groan as need and lust slam into me. Giving me her back, and I see the ‘Property of Target’ patch.

“Damn, that looks good on you,” I pull her to me, my lips caressing her ear. “I will fuck you later and you will only be wearing this, baby.” I arch my hips, pressing my hard-on into her and she shivers.

“Can’t wait.” Turning to face me again, she kisses me.

Her tongue dances with mine, as cheers go up around us. Smiling against my mouth, she inches back, looking up at me with lust in her eyes.

“Why wait until later?” she says, breathlessly.

Arching a brow at her, I smirk, knowing what she means.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” Stepping back, then bending at the waist, I throw her over my shoulder, slapping her delicious ass as she squeals in delight.

“Get it girl,” is called.

“Make her yours, brother,” I hear Savage yell out.

Walking away I know that there is one more thing I need to do, as per the laws of the Rugged Skulls MC.

“DIBS. Motherfuckers.”

THE END