Page 17 of Her Dirty Biker (Savage Kings MC #3)

The wind roars in my ears as I tear up the highway, Willow’s arms wrapped tight around me. Her thighs grip my hips, and I can feel the steady rhythm of her breath against my back—calm, safe, content.

The bike hums beneath us, slicing through the warm dusk air, the sun dipping low over the hills like it’s melting into the earth. It casts a golden haze over the two-lane stretch of road winding along the ridge. Out here, it’s nothing but pine trees, open sky, and peace.

We haven’t said much on this ride, and we don’t need to. There’s a language between us now. Quiet touches, shared glances, a soft kiss to my shoulder at a red light.

She’s my girl.

I take the turn slowly, leading us off the highway and down a gravel path that cuts through the trees. A clearing opens up at the end, wide, sun-washed, private. The kind of place that feels like it was made for lovers who want to disappear for a while.

I kill the engine. Willow unwraps herself from me with a sigh, sliding off the bike like she’s floating. She pulls off the helmet and shakes out her hair, giving me a smile that hits me like a goddamn bullet every time.

“Where are we?” she asks, looking around. “This place is gorgeous.”

“Old picnic spot,” I say. “Used to ride up here when I needed to clear my head. Figured it was time I shared it.”

“With me?” she teases.

“Only with you.”

Her eyes soften. She walks toward the overlook, wind tugging at her sundress. The cotton hugs her hips and flutters around her thighs, tempting me.

“You look happy,” I say.

“I am happy,” she replies, stopping in front of me. She kisses me. I let it linger, my hand sliding down to her lower back, holding her against me.

I pull something from my pocket. It’s small—no box, no bow. Just a slim band of silver I’ve carried for months, waiting for the right moment.

This is it.

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