Page 66 of Empower

“You made me make a promise to you, Precious. I’m expecting that same promise.”

She growled, fuck me. Will anything she does not make me want to laugh?

Then she sighed, leaned up on her tiptoes, and pressed a soft kiss on my lips.

“I want your property patch on my back. I want your ring on my finger. I want your last name. I want to have your babies. And I want to grow old with you, Vance. So don’t you ever think I’m embarrassed about being seen with you, okay?”

“Okay, Precious. I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you too.”

Then I stood there as my woman headed in through the doors, my eyes stayed glued to her ass.

Someone who was running late ran by me, her head turned, keeping her eyes on me, and at my lifted brow, she jerked her head forward.

But just as that happened, I heard my woman, my life, call out, “Angie, he’s mine. Eyes off.”

I was shaking my head at my woman as I got on my bike, put my helmet on, and then headed to my house where my brothers were meeting me, as well as Bridget, and Raine, to set up a surprise for my woman.

See, a few weeks ago, we went on a ride, just the two of us when we had an unusually warm day at the end of November.

We had passed by a house that sat on ten acres and my woman had all but made us crash the bike from her wanting to see it.

And anything my woman wanted, she got.

Therefore, I placed an offer.

The house was an old farmhouse that had been updated with all modern comforts and it had four bedrooms. One for us. One for Krys. One for the baby she now carried. And one for another baby.

Skylar made her rounds through my house, and I smiled as she walked directly to the fireplace where I had a giant dog bed set up for her and plopped down.

Guess everything met her approval.

Good.

Now it was time for Lena to get off work and see her surprise.

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“Storm, where are we going?” She asked as I made a turn that went in the opposite direction of the clubhouse and our house.

“You’ll see.”

And she did see.

The moment I pulled the truck up in front of the house, her jaw dropped.

The next thing I knew, she moved across the middle console, placed her hands on my cheeks, and demanded, “Tell me now.”

I smiled. “Welcome home, Precious.”

She squealed, then moved, opened her own door, jumped down, and started running.

I was shutting the truck off, jumping out of it, and calling out, while growling, “Woman, your ass is getting spanked for that.”

“You promise?” She asked just as Raine opened the door with the rest of our family at the back.

To which Raine scrunched her nose, “Ew. I didn’t need to know that.”