Page 42 of Her Dirty Biker

Her eyes widen as I hold it up between us. “I know we’re not traditional. Will you please be mine, Willow. Be my girl, my home.”

Tears well in her eyes. “Diesel…of course I will.”

I slide the ring onto her finger, and she tackles me backward into the grass with a shriek and a giggle. We land in a heap, her hair spilling across my chest, her hands gripping my face like she never wants to let go.

“I love you,” she says.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

I groan, flipping her over so she’s under me, her dress bunched high around her waist. “Careful, baby, we’re in public.”

“No one’s around.”

“Still.” I kiss her neck. “If you keep teasing me…”

“What?” she purrs. “You’ll take me right here in the grass?”

I growl against her throat. “Don’t tempt me.”

She giggles again, the sound sweet and wicked and entirely mine.

We lie there for a while, tangled up, hearts beating in sync, watching the sky shift from orange to purple to deep indigo. Stars start blinking to life overhead, and she points at them like they’re fireworks.

“I used to wish on stars,” she says. “Now I just close my eyes and think of you.”

I run my hand over her stomach. “You ever think about having a family?”

She freezes for a second, then glances at me sideways. “With you?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

Her smile turns soft. “I do.”

“Good.” I kiss her temple. “Because I want it all.”

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The End