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Slowly, he got down on one knee and all conversation in the yard stopped. The club was focused on him.

“Sable, you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. You’re kind, beautiful, and what’s more, you saved yourself for me. I was an idiot. I thought you were with everyone, but not once did you sleep with them. You saved yourself for me. You’ve loved me for so long and I tried to ignore it, but I don’t want to anymore. I love you, Sable. I have always loved you and having you as my wife would be the greatest gift a man could ever ask for. You’ve been loyal to the club. Put your life in danger for us. I ask you to give me a chance. To let me love you, to show you what it means to be an old lady of this club. Sable, will you marry me?”

Tears filled her eyes. She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, yes, yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”

He slid the ring onto her finger and stood, wrapping his arms around her, picking her up, and swinging her in the air.

Damn.

He’d never been so scared in his life.

Cupping her face, he took possession of her lips and she moaned, tilting her head back.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he asked.

“Not even a little bit but I’m starting to get the idea.”

Suddenly, his woman was pulled away from him by Beth, who hugged her tightly. “I want to help you plan the wedding.”

Sable laughed. “Okay. Okay. But it’s not going to be in a church. I’d like to get married here. At the clubhouse.”

“You have to wear white,” Dog said.

She groaned.

“I want my wife in a white dress so I can tear it off you that night and make you mine completely.”

“You’re crazy,” she said.

“Crazy in love with you.” He took her into his arms again.

Forge hugged her and offered his congratulations. So did many of the men of the club. When Honey and Sweetheart stepped up, Sable was already in his arms, and he turned a glare on them.

Sweetheart went to open her mouth but suddenly Forge was there.

“I’ve had enough of the two of you,” he said. “If I so much as hear one bad word out of your mouths about this woman, you’re done. I won’t have rotten filth spreading its way into my club. I don’t like it. I’ve never liked it, and it’s not going to start now. Sable’s one of us. She’s done more for this club than the two of you combined. I pick her over you.” Forge put his arm around his woman and left.

Dog had heard enough. Picking Sable up, he carried her through to the clubhouse.

“Dog, you’re being so rude.”

“The guys will understand that I’m stealing my future wife away so I can fill her with my babies.”

“Babies?”

“Yes, don’t you want some? I want loads. That’s how I want to see you—a nice big stomach, full of my babies.” He kicked open his door and did the same with his foot, closing it.

Dropping her to the bed, he didn’t break contact.

“You’re insatiable.”

“I can’t get enough of you. I’ve wasted too much time not having you. Do you really think I’m going to let another moment go where I don’t claim you? Where the entire world doesn’t know you’re mine?”

“I don’t know how I got so lucky.” She cupped his face, kissing his lips. He opened the button of her jeans, sliding his hand inside to find her wet heat.


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