“What did you do?” I whispered.
“I gave you my heart four years ago, Willa.” Spider dropped a soft kiss onto my lips and I had to blink back my tears before they fell. “Now I’m giving you everything else. I’ve had my mom working on getting us that house that was for sale on the same block as Raven and Bash. She’s good at haggling a good price, and she got us a good deal. As soon as you’re ready we can move in.”
“But…don’t we have to wait for the sale to close?” I breathed, confused and so utterly happy that I didn’t know how to contain myself. I would be just down the street from Lexa. I could see her every day if I wanted to. And I definitely wanted to. Up until recently I’d been raising her as if she were my own. Now that Raven had stepped in as her mother I was happy for Lexa, but kind of sad for myself.
“Money talks, baby. I have a good savings from working at the Ink Shop, Paradise City, and my share of the jobs I’ve done for the club.” He shrugged. “It’s legit money, and it’s not like Ma gave them a duffle bag of cash. I wrote a check and the deed has already been put into your name.”
I gave up blinking when the tears started flooding my eyes faster. Pushing the box away I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his hard chest as a sob escaped me. I’d never thought I could be this happy, but with Spider everything that I’d never dreamed could be possible was.
It was crazy how happy this big scary biker could make me at times. With the exception of a few people, when others looked at him all they saw was this huge, menacing-looking man in an MC cut with a terrifying spider inked into his neck, that packed a gun and tattooed for a living. What I saw every morning when I woke up in his arms was the beautiful, kind man with a soul as caring as any angel. At least, for the most part he had that kindness, because he was only like that with a few people. I was lucky enough to be included with those few.
“Hey, none of that.” His lips pressed against my eyes, kissing away my tears. “I don’t like it when you cry, Willa. It guts me.”
“These are h-happy tears, babe,” I tried to assured him.
“Doesn’t matter. Tears are tears to me, baby. Seeing them falling from those beautiful gray eyes, hearing those little sobs… I don’t deal well with that, love. It makes me want to rip things apart.”
My lips quivered but I grinned as I lifted my head and met his nearly black gaze. “Sorry.”
He blew out a mock exasperated sigh. “It’s hard work trying to make you happy, woman. You’re always crying whether I’m doing good or bad.”
I snorted at that, but apparently that was the reaction he was hoping for when he grinned devilishly down at me. “I’m not a crier, you dickhead. You just made me incredibly happy and I couldn’t help it. And I definitely don’t cry when you do bad, mister. I kick your ass.”
Spider tossed his head back and burst out laughing, making my entire body feel as if he’d struck a match to it. Damn, just the sound of that rich, deep laugh and my pussy pulsed with need for him.
“Fuck, Willa. I love you so damn much,” he muttered when he’d stopped laughing. “Don’t you ever leave me, baby.”
“That’s never going to happen, James,” I whispered. “You’re stuck with me for life.”
His eyes brightened. “Does that mean you’re ready to set a date to marry me?”
“I’d marry you tomorrow if that’s what you wanted.” Honestly, we hadn’t even talked about a date to get married yet. I didn’t need anything fancy. Just for this man and a preacher or even a justice of the peace to speak a few words and pronounce us husband and wife. And a good three weeks for our honeymoon, because as soon as I was his wife I was going to jump his bones and not let him see daylight until I’d worked off a fraction of the need I had for him.
“Really?” His frown told me he didn’t believe me. “I thought females wanted a big dress and lots of flowers. That kind of shit.”
I’d never rolled my eyes so much as I have since this man had come back into my life. “I’m not like most females, babe. I would get married naked if you could handle that.”
A growl came from deep in his throat that should have made me scared, but only made me wetter for him. “Want me to commit murder on our wedding day? Cause that is what would happen.”
A girly giggle bubbled up and I was helpless to hold it back. “No. That’s okay. I’ll just wear some jeans or something.”
“You fucking will not be wearing jeans at our wedding,” he grumbled and sealed my giggles with a fierce kiss. When he lifted his head again, his gaze looked drugged with desire. “I’ll ask Bash to take you, Lexa, and Raven down to Redding and you can try on some dresses.”
“James…” Fresh tears pricked at my eyes. It was all his fault for making me so happy—I couldn’t hold back my tears.
Seeing them, he groaned like I’d stabbed him in the chest. “No more tears, baby.” His head lowered and he sealed his lips with mine, effortlessly making me forget about everything else but the need that one brush of his mouth over mine produced.
Big hands were everywhere making me crazy for him. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. With my eyes locked with his, I grasped his big, beautiful cock in my hands and lifted onto my knees just enough to place him at my entrance. As turned
on as I was right at that second things were going to be over very, very quickly. I didn’t care, though. I needed him now.
I saw stars as I slid down on his hardness. His answering groan hiked my pleasure up a few degrees and I just sat there, with him stuffed deep inside of me to the hilt. It always took a moment to get used to him filling me up like this.
“Love you, Willa.”
I arched back, holding on to his thighs to keep myself steady. “Love you more,” I teased and grinned, knowing that he would argue with me on that point.
“Not possible,” he growled and I started to move my hips, riding him as my orgasm built deep inside of me faster than I was expecting.