Page 25 of Naughty and Nice

“I thought you had left.”

He wrapped his arms around her and she knew she was acting like a crazy person, but she didn’t care. She held onto him and then the tears she had been fighting to keep at bay chose that moment to come out. She didn’t want to cry, and gritted her teeth.

“I’ve got you,” Rebel said.

“I’m not crying.”

“Of course not.”

She sniffled. “I have no idea what’s going on, and I know we didn’t promise each other anything, but … I’ve fallen in love with you, Rebel, and I don’t want you to leave.”

He took her hands and pulled them from around his body. As he did this, she felt her heart breaking even more. Was this the moment where he broke her heart?

Rebel let go of her hands and then cupped her face. “Stop, this is my moment, Willow Storm.”

She wanted to argue with him, but then he kissed her lips. How could she argue with him when his lips were so good? She didn’t want him to stop kissing her, ever. He had good, kissable lips. They were dreamy.

Enough, Willow.

Rebel broke the kiss and she stared into his eyes, and he looked right back at her. “Willow Storm, I don’t know what you did to me, but I fucking love you. I love you more than anything in this world, and I’ve never known love. Don’t interrupt me, I know what this is. For the past year, the best part of my week was coming here to see you. I fucking lived for it. There has been no one else. I’ve not wanted anyone but you. You’re all I need.” He let go of her face and pressed a hand to her stomach. “I want you to be pregnant. I want to have children with you. I thought I had everything in my life with the club, the open road, but I know now that I’m missing something. I’m missing a home, I’m missing a good woman, and I’m missing a family. I want to have it all with you, but here’s the problem, babe. I come as a package deal. The club, they’re my family, and I know they’re going to want to stay wherever I’m at.”

Willow looked at him and this time the tears fell freely down her face. “You want to stay with me?”

“I want to build a life with you. I know we’ve got to deal with a lot of the club, but they’re good guys. They won’t cause any trouble for us. I’ll figure it all out.”

She thought about what her father had given her and everything she had inherited. Pulling out of Rebel’s hold, she walked back to her bedroom closet.

“Willow, I have no idea if you accept what I’ve just said.”

Rebel followed her into the bedroom. She pulled back a fake door, typed in the code to the safe, and the door opened. Inside was several documents and she pulled them out.

“Dad left me everything,” Willow said. She handed him the file. “Including a piece of land with a design for a building. According to his notes, he called it a clubhouse.”

Rebel took the folder and flicked it open. On the back of the bar was a piece of land that offered a great deal of privacy. Willow had gone out to it many times to try and make sense of what her father wanted to build. There was not enough money for her to start any kind of big project, so she had put it aside to deal with at a later date.

“Your dad knew,” Rebel said.

“My dad knew what?” Willow asked.

“He knew the moment I got to know you that I wouldn’t be able to resist you, and he made plans for me and the boys to stay.” Rebel shook his head. “We had a talk one day. I figured he’d forgotten about it because he’d been drunk, but he asked where the boys and I stayed. I told him we didn’t stay anywhere. We were nomads, but if there was a place I ever wanted to settle, I knew the boys would want that as well.”

“So Dad went and found you guys a place.” Willow smiled. “This is his … blessing.”

“Yeah, it is, but this means nothing if you don’t want me.”

“I already told you that I love you, Rebel Constantine.” Willow cupped his face. “And even though I’m a little afraid in case your club doesn’t like me, there’s no one else in the world I want to spend my life with.”

Rebel dropped the file onto the floor, grabbed her ass, and pulled her in close. She laughed, but then it quickly turned into a moan as he deepened the kiss.

“You’re mine, Willow Storm, and I’m never going to let you go.”

“Good,” she said.

“The guys want to meet you.”

“Oh.”

The nerves were back.