Page 40 of Crow’s Haven (Savage Legion MC #15)

I can’t keep the smile off my face but make an effort to keep from turning into a complete fool by saying gruffly, “Do you want to be my wife?”

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. “Of course I do. How could you think for even a second that I would say no?”

“Thank fuck,” I whisper under my breath. I grab her waist and haul her onto my lap, almost tipping us both into the river. She squeals, clutching my neck, grinning like sunshine after a storm.

I kiss her with every ounce of joy locked in my cold, hard heart. Every sleepless night I worried and wondered if she would take the final step with me turned out to be wasted effort. I should have known that my Ladybug would choose me.

When I pull back, I finally open the little velvet box and show her what I’ve been hiding for weeks. The ring’s custom made, made of white gold like her other jewelry.

“Oh my God, is that two little ladybugs holding the stone?”

I grin, “Yes ma’am, it is. It was the boys’ idea. They also wanted the garnet because it was the color of a ladybug.”

“It’s lovely. Though how did you keep it secret?”

I laugh, “It was hard because Scout and Chase were so excited, but I promised ‘em a million sidecar rides if they kept quiet about it.”

Her hand trembles when I slide it onto her finger.

She turns her hand back and forth, admiring it. If her expression is any indication, she likes it a lot.

“Oh Crow, it’s perfect for me. I love it.”

“Thank fuck for that. We wanted to get you something real special, so you’d know how we feel about ya.”

“Mission accomplished, babe. I don’t ever want to take it off again.”

“You gotta take it off to clean it,” I remind her, picking the oars back up.

She glances up at me and replies teasingly, “Don’t try to act all practical now that you’ve outed yourself as a hopeless romantic.”

“Shush woman, do you want the whole world to hear ya?”

She glances at my hands on the oars and asks, “Are we going back so soon?”

I nod, “Got another surprise planned for ya.”

She moves back and sits across from me again. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to spoil me. Then what would you do?”

I fucking love how easygoing and playful our conversation is. I roll my eyes, “Women and babies ain’t about to be spoiled. You’re supposed to give them all your attention and care.”

Her head jerks up from looking at her ring to gape at me. “That’s a pretty profound insight. Where did you learn that from?”

I shrug, as I pull one long stroke after another to get us back to the shore. “It was just something that Rigs said to me when I was struggling to take care of my boys all by myself.”

She’s sitting facing me in the canoe, hand resting lightly on her knee, her brand-new ring catching the last of the light like a slow burn.

Admiration for me is shining bright in her eyes, making me feel smart and important, though I know I’m not.

Maybe it’s enough that the woman I plan to marry thinks I am.

She glances at me. “You’re one of the smartest, kindest, and most thoughtful men I’ve ever met. I’m glad that you’re going to be my husband. Any woman would jump at the chance to be with you.”

“I didn’t think that bikers were your type, so I wasn’t a hundred percent sure,” I say, trying to sound casual.

“I like that you belong to the Savage Legion. They seem like nice men and they not only helped me clear my name, the brothers are good role models for your boys.”

I already know all that, but I don’t say so because there is something to be said for being humble.

I ease the canoe alongside the dock and hop out with water sloshing around my ankles.

I hold out my hand and she takes it without hesitation, letting me help her out of the canoe.

“I put together a little celebration, just for the two of us.”

“A celebration sounds wonderful,” she says.

“I think you’ll like it.”

***

The sliding doors of the boathouse are already cracked.

Inside, warm amber flickers from a dozen flameless candles scattered across the wooden floor.

There’s a pallet laid out in the center, covered in thick, soft blankets I bought special just for the occasion.

Two big-ass pillows lean against the wall at the head of our makeshift bed.

A cooler sits off to the side. There’s no music, only the sound of the bugs outside and the hum of the water nearby.

Her breath catches when she steps inside. “Crow…”

“Figured you deserved a real proposal night,” I say, voice lower now. “Not just a canoe and a sunset. You deserve to be worshiped by your man.”

She spins on her heel and kisses me, hard and quick.

Her hands cup my jaw, her thumbs brushing the scruff along my jawline.

The way she looks at me is more than just love, admiration, and respect.

It’s selfless devotion. For me, a struggling single dad who works hard at flipping houses to earn a living.

I know that I’m not what most nice women would choose for themselves, but my Ladybug sees my worth.

“I said yes,” she whispers. “So now I get to have you. All night.”

Heat coils low in my gut. “Damn right you do.”

We kick off our shoes and step onto the pallet.

She grabs a wine cooler, and I pop the top off a beer.

We sit with our legs tangled, sipping and grinning like fools, passing lazy kisses between drinks, and touching.

We’re always touching. That’s the one consistent thing going on between us no matter where we are.

Her hand is on my thigh. Mine is tracing her soft shoulder. Her foot rubbing my shin.

By the time her cooler’s half gone, she’s leaning into me, voice low and teasing.

“Now that I’m officially your fiancée,” she purrs, “are you going to let me get on top again?”

I set my beer down, twist and pin her flat on the blankets with one smooth motion, my weight heavy over hers, hips settling between her legs.

“Oh, I’m gonna let you ride my thick cock all night long, baby,” I growl, kissing her throat. “But right now, I wanna take my time, taste my girl and fuck her slow until she’s begging for it rough.”

She gasps, her back arching under me. “Crow—”

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” I mutter into her neck, dragging my tongue along her pulse. “Taking you out here, your legs wrapped around me, these candles flickering while I put my mouth in all the good places.”

She moans, fingers clawing at the hem of my shirt. “Take it off. Please,” she begs with a note of desperation in her voice.

I strip fast, tossing my tee somewhere behind me. Her hands are on my chest the second it’s gone, fingers trailing down over my tattoos, to my stomach. I growl with lust when her nails graze the trail of hair under my bellybutton.

Her sundress goes next. I take my damn time.

Lifting it slow, I kiss every inch of her belly and ribs as it’s revealed.

When I get to the swell of her breasts, I realize she’s not wearing a bra, and when I see her perfect, hard, dusky nipples, a throaty groan escapes from the back of my throat.

Taking one into my mouth, I suck gently, then rougher, just to hear the way her breath catches.

“God,” she pants, twisting under me. “I love your mouth.”

“Wait till I get it between your thighs.”

I tear her panties in one go and settle between her legs. She’s bare, glistening already, and the scent of her makes my cock throb against my jeans.

I spread her open with my fingers and slide my tongue slowly over her clit. She jerks, moans, thighs clamping around my shoulders. I chuckle, lick her again, suck her clit into my mouth and hum against it.

She’s shaking already.

“You’re gonna come for me like this,” I mutter. “Real loud. And then I’m gonna fuck you so deep you’re gonna scream my name loud enough to scare the forest creatures.”

“Jesus—Crow—yes—”

I slide a finger inside her, curling it towards that sweet spot.

I know what my Ladybug likes, and I always make sure she comes on my tongue before she gets my cock.

Her hips buck. Her fingers grip my hair.

I keep licking, keep sucking, adding a second finger, pressing harder.

She goes wild under me, breathy little gasps turning to filthy moans as I grind my tongue into her.

“Right there. Don’t stop—please, please.

” Just then, a strangled cry breaks from her lips, her legs trembling, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers.

Her orgasm crashes through her, strong enough to make her whole body convulse.

I don’t fucking stop for anything. I keep working her through it, licking her until she’s sobbing my name and pushing at my shoulders, too sensitive to take more.

I finally crawl back up her body, kiss her cheek, her jaw, her lips.

“You good?” I whisper.

She grabs my face with both hands. “I’m better than good. You’re amazing.”

I shove my jeans down, my cock already hard as rebar. She reaches between us, stroking me slowly, thumb sliding over the tip, and I hiss through my teeth.

“You want me inside you?”

“Absolutely,” she breathes. “Right now.”

She places the head of my cock at her entrance, and I press just the head against her slick heat, and push in every so slowly. Like always, her eyes widen. She wraps her legs around me more fully and her arms cling to my shoulders. She holds her breath, as I sink deeper, inch by thick inch.

When I bottom out, we both stop to catch our breath.

“Look at me,” I whisper.

She does, her gaze riveted on the way we fit together.

“I love you,” I say, voice wrecked. “So fucking much.”

She gives me another long, deep kiss. We stay like that, locked together, not even moving yet for a few minutes before I start moving in long, slow strokes. Grinding deep forces little happy sounds out of her mouth.

Her gasps in my ear, her nails dragging down my back. Her hips rise to meet my every thrust. We’re not just fucking, we’re forging into one, right here in this little boathouse on the riverbank.

I fuck her until she comes again, eyes fluttering, whimpering into my mouth. Her legs lock tighter around me, pulling me in like she never wants to let go.

And when I come, it’s hard and I’m buried deep, shaking against her, her name snarled into the hollow of her throat.

We rest for a few minutes. She curls up beside me, nuzzling her face into my chest, fingers drawing lazy circles over my tattoos in the dimly lit room.

“I could marry you right here,” she whispers.

“You already said yes,” I mutter, smiling against her hair. “I’m just keeping you busy ‘til I get the ring tattooed on my fucking chest.”

When she giggles, I grab her thigh, drag her on top of me again.

“You said you wanted to ride me,” I growl. “Now’s your chance.”

This time’s dirtier. She rides me hard, hair wild, sweat dripping down between her tits, nails raking my chest as she bounces on my cock. I hold her hips, watching her lose control, her mouth falling open, head thrown back.

“God, you look good like this,” I pant. “So fucking beautiful.”

She cries out as she comes again, collapsing against me. I wrap her up, thrust into her deep and fast until I explode inside her a second time, both of us a goddamn mess of sweat, sex, and spent emotions.

No words for a while. Just the sound of the river outside. The crickets. The soft flicker of candlelight dancing across the rafters.

Then she whispers, “You think the boys will ask if we had fun?”

I chuckle. “They ask, I’m telling ‘em we were fishin’.”

She snorts, then kisses me again, slow and sleepy. “Best night of my life.”

“Best of mine too,” I murmur. “But it ain’t the last. Not even close.”