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Ruger gets upand whirls around towards the bedrooms.
“I should go talkto her again. Get the fucking truth…”
I grab Ruger’s shoulder. “You have the truth. And before I let you go in there and lose your head… I need you to tell me everything she told you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
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“Ican’t marry you,” Joslin whispers. I hate to hear those words from her. It’s been painful to wait for her answer and to hear those four words… I refuse to accept this answer.
I love her and we’re getting married.
“Why not?” I whisper, pushing hair out of her face. She hasn’t hit me. She hasn’t run. This isn’t a rejection yet.
“You’re a stranger and a violent criminal.”
“Tough talk from the woman who killed her husband.”
She doesn’t like me throwing that in her face. Too fucking bad. Joslin… I’ve kept my hands off her because of her past. Because of what she went through. I’ve fought my urges by putting my tongue deep inside her pussy instead of acting on my darker urges and exposing this woman’s small body to my cock.
I havethis bizarre urge to protect her alongside all my disturbing instincts to fuck and dominate her body into total submission and docility to me. I have watched too many men lose the women they love by forcing them to give up control. You have a lot better luck with women when you give them the choice.
And I want her to have the choice… to a point.
Let’sget one thing clear – I’m not leaving this woman’s side for longer than an hour until she agrees to our elopement.
Joslin gesturesat the stack of papers we lifted from her ex-husband’s house. It’s hard not to find myself charmed by how innocent she is.
“There isn’t anything in that stack of papers that could stop me from wanting to marry you.”
Staring into her perfect eyes, I mean it. I mean it so fucking hard it scares me. There’s a reason I found this woman crouched in a basement, delirious from heat stroke and reaching out her hands in search of something solid. Something real.
It gives me purpose to think that my life outside of prison could be deeper than taking the fall for the club and doing the dirtiest jobs. I want a woman. I want the peace my brother has… There will always be some element of competition between us, but what will make that a lot easier to handle is if I have a woman of my own to focus my attention on.
And I found one.
“What type of marriage are we going to have, Ryder? We’re strangers.”
“I had my tongue in your pussy.”
“What beautiful, heartfelt wedding vows.”
I run my thumb over her lips, desperate to kiss away every ounce of resistance in this woman’s heart.
“Fine. What’s in the papers? If there’s nothing in there that scares me away, you have to say yes.”
“You don’t want to marry me,” she says.
“Why the fuck would you say that?”
“Because,” she says. “Men and women want marriage for different things. You’re not the type.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I respond, inching my lips closer to hers. “After we’re married.”
Joslin’s body stiffens at first when my lips press against hers but just like all the other times I kissed her, she accepts my kiss. Eagerly. Listen, she’s the one who brought up the absence of our marriage several times. I won’t be one of those men who keeps her sitting around for years unable to take the hint. If Joslin wants marriage before she has my dick…
“What if I don’t want to marry you?” She says, raising her eyebrows and folding her arms with clear intention to provoke me — and to put just a little too much distance between us for my tastes. I grip her chin so I can hold her head in place and stroke those pretty full lips with my thumb.