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If you were mine, I’d kill anyone who told me to let another man touch you. I’d burn down the club before letting someone feel what’s mine. Within the club, the only other thing that is sacred is our women, the ones we claim, the ones we choose. If you were mine, I’d tell Tuck to go fuck himself and if he tried to hurt me, then I’d welcome the carnage.”
“You’re worth more than this, Pen. Get the fuck out of this club and do something with your life.”
“Well, she’s about to become my fucking wife, so you’ll get over your reservations and really fucking quickly. As for the kid…he’s mine too, and will be raised by me...”
“You’re a tragedy in your own way, just hanging around in my chest like a poison, slowly infecting my heart.”
His brown eyes tracked my movement, that smirk I loved so much tilting his lips, only in the corner. As if he wouldn’t allow himself to fully give himself over to the way he wanted to smile.
He was warm sunshine on a lazy summer day. Heat soaked dirt and fresh grass. He was peace. My peace. The one steady thing I’d clung to for half my life.
One day Jameson would walk away from me, but until then, he was mine to keep, and I wanted every single piece of him.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were supposed to be outside at night, under the stars, and preferably in a field of wildflowers. Your mom was supposed to be there and my dad…and it was supposed to be years ago when I had you all to myself. I take the blame, Penny. I always will, but you’ll have to agree to take my name and give me time to fix all of it. Because I promise I will, Pen. I promise that I’m in this until the end.”
“It’s always been you, Jameson. Always in the back of my mind at night, in my chest, expanding with my lungs in the morning, when the sun would warm the earth. You were always in my dreams when I thought of forever. However long you give me, I will happily accept.”
“You taste like you’re finally mine.”
“I never thought it would be like this,” he whispered, staring down at me. Even knowing I was covered in his release, I smiled up at him and asked, “like what?” “Perfect.”
“You’re mine, Penny. For fucking ever. I don’t want to annul anything. I want to keep you. My filthy bride. I want you, for always.”
“And now...” I pulled my hips back and then gently rolled them forward, fully sheathing myself inside her. “You are officially...” I moved again and her fists clenched the comforter. “My motherfucking wife.”
“You wanted to know why I didn’t fight for you.” She slowly turned on her toe. “You were this beautiful dream that just walked into my life when I was thirteen, too young to know what to do with it. You were as out of reach to me as the stars. I’d watch you and you were imprinted in my mind, running through it at night, claiming every waking moment in the morning. I’d see you in school and I’d miss what the assignment was, or what the club had asked me to do. You were always watching me, and I could feel this pull between us, and I knew…I knew if I gave in to it, then you’d become part of the
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“And now that you’ve had me?” Her hands came to my chest, hovering over the feathers branded into my skin. “Now, no one else ever will.”
“Yes, I can. You’re my wife, Penelope. You will get the best of whatever I think is fit for you to have. What don’t you understand about being mine?”
“Maybe having you has changed me, Wife. Maybe realizing what it would be like to be your husband and to have you trust me with Connor, has changed me,”
“I hate you for it, Jamie.”
“Tastes like you love me for it, Mrs. King.”
