Page 18 of Big Easy
It's been a few weeks since Sutton was abducted, and I killed the man who took her. I step out of the shower and stretch out my side, still sore from surgery. The bullet from Sanders’ gun punctured my lung, causing it to collapse.
It also damaged several blood vessels along its destructive path through my body, which required surgery.
I wrap the towel around my waist and stand in front of the bathroom mirror.
Grabbing a brush, I run it through my damp hair then work some oil through my beard.
There wasn't much fall-out from authorities on the incident.
With my dad's help, who knew a prominent lawyer here in Baton Rouge, it was an open and shut case of self-defense, and any investigation looking at the club was dropped.
The best outcome to the whole ordeal was Sutton deciding to move in with me, and I plan to make the move permanent. My woman saunters into the bathroom, completely naked, sliding in between me and the counter. She looks at my stitches. "They look good. Minimal swelling left."
"You're not dressed yet," I state with a grin.
"I don't mind being late." She trails her fingers down my chest and across my abdomen, then loosens the towel around my waist. Her eyes drop between us. "I'd say you approve."
Lifting her off the floor, I carry Sutton out of the bathroom, laying her down on the bed. "You're going to hurt yourself, Jaxson," she fusses, then gasps as I settle between her thighs and kiss her neck.
"If I want to make love to my girl, I will.
" I palm her breast and drag the pad of my thumb across her nipple—Sutton's breathing hitches.
"You're the best thing to ever happen to me.
" My lips travel up her jawline. Stretching my arm above our heads, I slip my hand beneath the pillow.
"Marry me." I kiss her lips. Taking her left hand in mine, I slip something onto her finger.
Sutton's body stills, and her eyes pop open.
Lifting her hand between us, she peers at the diamond ring.
"Jaxson," Sutton gasps. "How—when?"
I chuckle at her loss of words. "I had a little help. You're a hard person to keep a secret from. After talkin' with your dad…"
"You asked my dad's permission to marry me?" she says, shocked.
"Yeah, babe," I say, and tears pool in her eyes. I lift her leg to rest on my hip.
"And your idea of a romantic proposal is right before sex?" Her palms rest against my chest as I hover over her body.
Lining the head of my cock at her entrance, I slowly sink inside her heat, keeping eye contact between us.
"It's a great fuckin' idea, babe." I'll never get enough of this—of her.
My movements are slow as I rock my hips, her soft moans making it hard to maintain my speed.
Dipping my head, I graze her lips with mine.
"I'm keeping you forever. Marry me, Sutton.
Make me the happiest man alive and become my bride. "
Her fingers lace through my hair. "I want nothing more than to become your wife," Sutton replies, and my mouth crashes down on hers, then I continue making love to the future Mrs. Carter.