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She grabbed my head between her hands. “Listen, and listen good, cuz I’m not gonna have you thinking that shit. If that night at the party with Chris never happened, I wouldn’t be lying in bed with the man I love, a man willing to put his life on the line for me, a man who may have demons, but accepts mine, so I accept his. You
gotta have faith in our love J, or we’ll never make it. I told you, I tried not loving you and it was a miserable failure. When it’s you and me, the ice on my heart melts and it becomes yours. You own my heart, my love… me. I’m in this with you now, and I’ll die for you, just like you will for me. I can’t lose you again. A life without you isn’t an option.”

“Fuck, baby.” I pulled her against me, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “I love you so fucking much. What did I do to deserve you?”

“The stars lined up for once.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll tell you another day. Maybe when we’re old and sitting in rocking chairs,” she joked.

“You
wanna grow old with me?” I felt my shoulder heat up, almost as if I could feel Gramps spreading his wings against my skin.

“Of course.” She said it like it was so obvious, like the stars really did line up and put her in my world.

Rolling on top of her, I unpinned her braids and let her hair fall down her shoulders. It was still slightly damp when I shoved my hands in it on either side of her face. I stared into her eyes for a moment, making sure she was serious. Closing my eyes, I lowered my lips to hers, gently kissing them, inhaling her scent, letting her light flow into me.

“You mean it?” I whispered, my mouth millimeters from hers. “You want to spend your life with me?”

She shoved her hands in my hair and pulled my mouth to hers. She devoured me, wrapped her legs around me, and showed me with her body how she felt. She rocked back and forth, grinding herself into me. I took the hint and reached down to feel her pussy was dripping with need for me. I dipped one finger in, gently tracing the edges of her folds, teasing Elle, as I knew she wanted more.

“You love me?” I asked, slipping one finger inside her. She rode my finger, so I slipped another one in.

“Yes. I love you,” she moaned.

I continued stoking her, finding the special spot inside of her that would take her
ecstasy to the next level. When her pussy started to tighten, I knew I found it. Adding my thumb to her clit, I asked her, “Will you spend eternity with me? Will you be mine, and only mine, for the rest of our lives?”

“Yes, and the next on
e too,” she screamed before coming, drenching my hand with her orgasm. While she was still shaking and trembling, I removed my hand and slid my aching cock inside her. I hadn’t even touched myself, yet I felt like I was going to explode the moment I was inside her.

“I fuckin’ love you, Elle. I’
ll love you ‘til our souls cease to exist.” I buried myself in her, pulling all the way out so I could feel her walls clench around my length as I slid it back in. “I’ll give you anything, just be mine. Be mine,” I growled, pulling out again.

“Yes, yes. I’m yours,” she said, sucking in breaths, gasping for air. She grabbed my ass, and pulled me back into her. “You know I’m yours.”

Still holding her head in my hands, I attached my lips to hers and pounded into her. I was overtaken with need and the desire to make sure she was mine. There was only one way I knew how to do that, but first I exploded, draining my seed into her.

“Fuck!” I roared. “Y
ou’re mine. Baby, you’re mine. Only mine." I continued to pump in and out of her, my balls aching from the intensity of the orgasm she pulled from me. I slowed, pulling myself together and letting the haze of sex clear from my eyes. Looking down at Elle, I knew what to do.

“Close your eyes.” She looked at me like I was crazy. “Just do it. Close your eyes for me, baby. I want to ask you something while I’m not balls deep in you.”

She sighed and closed her eyes. I pulled out of her, eliciting another sigh, and grabbed my pants off the floor. I pulled out the ring that I’d been carrying in my pocket. Holding it up, I marveled at Gramps' handiwork. He’d made it for Gram, the numbers on it symbolizing their love for one another. He’d told me the story of how he presented it to her, down on one knee, proposing in the Lakota dialect of the Sioux language. I wished I could do the same, but English was going to have to do.  I closed my hand around the ring.

“OK, you can open your eyes.” She blinked a few times and looked around, searching for what was going on. I let her mind wander for a moment.

“And?” I smiled at her sassy question. “Are we just gonna lay here in our sweat and cum, or are you gonna ask me something?” She said it with a smile.

“I like you laying in my cum.”

“That’s just wrong,” she said with a laugh.

“I know you said you were mine, but I wante
d to hear it while you weren’t—" I coughed. "Uh, preoccupied.”

“Well, I’m preoccupied with wondering what the hell’s going on, but I’m still yours.”

“And you’ll be mine until our time on this planet is done?” I asked.

“Yes, of course. I think we established this. You, me, forever. Edward and Bella style.”

“Twilight?”

“Oh, you do love me!” She smiled. I may not  be able  to remember all of her book references, but you’d have to of had your head shoved under a rock for the last five years to miss the damn vampire shit that had taken over the movies. Not that I’d ever hate on Twilight—out loud. I wouldn’t get laid for a decade if I dissed her beloved Twilight. I took a deep breath, and realized I was going off the cuff here.

“This was my Gram’s.” I opened my hand and held out the ring for Elle to see. She sat up in bed and stared at it. “She left it to me when she passed. Gramps gave me a package when I was thirteen that she’d left for me. In it was this ring. She said Gramps brought light to her life, and to give this to the woman who brought me the same. That’s you, Elle. You're my light.”

She looked at me, then the ring, then back at me. Her eyes went back and forth, and I wasn’t sure if it was
doubt I saw in her eyes. Was she uncertain of her love for me?

“Will
you—" I paused to take a breath, attempting to ease my nerves, but failing miserably. "Will you wear my ring?”

Chapter 5
– Elle

Dude, was he proposing? Fuck. I had no idea what was going on here. Did I love him? Yes. Did I want to spend eternity with him? Yes. Was he my Edward and Gideon all wrapped into one fine as hell body? Fuck yeah. Did I want to walk down an
aisle in a white dress? Not really.

“Are you proposing? You do know what we are in the middle of, right?” Drug cartels, hostile MC president, figuring out who the hell tried to kidnap me.

“I thought we were done with sex, but if you want to go again…” He quirked one side of his mouth up into my favorite crooked grin. I shoved him in the shoulder.

“You know what I mean.” I couldn’t help smiling.

“I know. I’ve been carrying this in my pocket since the night—that night with Fernie.”

“When you shot me,” I stated. Let’s not beat around the bush here. “You shot me. I’m not gonna avoid saying it. It happened. It’s done. We’ve discussed this. W
hat we haven’t discussed," I paused and pointed to the ring, "is this. You were going to propose to me
that
night? You barely knew me.”

“I knew I wanted you to be my future, just like I know now. You can marry me, but I’d be happy just to have you wear Gram’s ring.” He was
hesitating, probably due to my lack of a quick response, and I wanted to put him at ease. I closed my eyes and took a breath, willing my heart to stop racing and tears to not fall.

“I want to wear your ring and be your future. I want you to be
my
future, but I’m not sure about a white dress…” I trailed off, not wanting to tell him I didn’t want to marry him. It wasn’t that—I didn’t want to marry anyone. I think…

Shit.
I stared at my hands.

“Baby. Take a breath. I could give a fuck if we get married. It’s just paper. I’m holding this ring in my hand, and asking you to choose me. Choose me to spend your life with. Choose me to love. Choose me to be the man you let love you until you take your last breath, because I will. I’ll love you the rest of our lives on earth, and then some. I’ll protect you, now and forever, come what may. Just—choose me.”

I put my hand out. Fuck, it was shaking.

“I choose you.” The minute the words left my mouth, it was like my eyes took the cue and flooded, tears fell down my cheeks. “Fuckin’ A,” I whispered. “I choose you,
my darling Bear.”

I felt the ring slide on my finger, and used my right hand to wipe my tears. When I could see again, I stared at engraving. “What does it mean?”

“Gramps made it for my Gram. It’s where they fell in love.” I had no idea where that was, but something about the fact that he was giving me a ring his grandfather made was overwhelming. Another round of tears fell. “What’s wrong?” J pulled me to him, and I melted into his arms.

“Dude.” I was heaving breaths through my tears. “I don’t know.” I laughed, because I really had no idea why I was crying. “It’s so beautiful, and I love you so much. And I can’t stop fucking crying. What the fuck?”

I wrapped my arms around him and we both laughed. They were happy tears. This much I knew. Why they wouldn’t stop, that I was unsure of.

“I love you too, baby. I’ve carried that ring around since,” he paused and took a breath. “Since
that
night, I knew then like I know now that I didn’t want to live in the dark anymore. I didn’t know how I was going to get out of it, but I was determined to find a way. When—fuck—when I shot you, I knew I couldn’t live like that anymore, but I was afraid I was too late. I put this plan into action while you were still in the hospital. I put the call in to Dig and started this plan rolling while you lay in a hospital bed. Even if you never took me back, if you never loved me again, I couldn’t go back into the hole I’d been living. I promise I’ll never go back there, and I’ll do right by you. I’ll make sure you can shine bright, and I’ll give you any light I possibly have left.”

The tears stopped and I took a moment to compose myself. 
“My Bear. You have plenty of light. I feel it right now.” I laid down next to him, wrapping my body around his, the sound of our breathing filling the otherwise quiet room. It was the most comfortable silence possible, so of course it was short lived.

“You guys awake?” This was yelled through the door, accompanied by pounding.

“Fuckin’ Son.”

“Dig’s kid?” I asked. “No tapping? Isn’t that how you do it?” I remembered the tapping from my place in Monterrey.

“Fucker’s supposed to tap.” He let go of me to get the door, but kissed both of my tear stained cheeks first.

He went to the door, cracking it open and poking his head around. I pulled the sheet over me, suddenly aware that I was naked. I heard Son ask to come in and J cuss at him. A smile spread across my face as J asked Son why the hell he was knocking on our door in the middle of the night. It was more like the early morning hours, the sun not quite peeking out yet. What the hell was Son out and about doing?
I pondered this while J exchanged words with him, but mostly I stared at my hand.

Never in my wildest dreams (or nightmares) did I think I’d have a ring on my left hand. On my fucking wedding finger. Fuck. What was my mother going to say? Double fuck.

I marveled at Gramps' handiwork. It didn’t surprise me that he made a ring for his wife. It’s exactly the kind of thing J would do. Gramps must've taught him that handmade gifts are better than diamonds or pearls. Prince knew it, and so did Gramps.

“Thanks
, Gramps. I love the ring,” I murmured.

“Are you talking to Gramps?”

J was standing at the end of the bed stark naked, and with a cheesy grin on his face. I was totally busted.

“Maybe.”

“Did he answer?” J asked.

“I’ll never tell.” I beamed. Yep, beamed. I held m
y hand out and admired it like they did on TV commercials.

“No more tears?”

“Nope. No more tears. What did Son want? And why was he awake at,” I grabbed the clock on the nightstand, “four in the morning?”

“Cuz he’s Son.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Care to elaborate?”

“He snuck out to get laid and said he walked past our room and heard us talking. I guess he decided to stop by.”

“What was he doing out?”

“Fucking.” I looked at J in disbelief. “Really. He’s a slut. Son could get laid in a convent.”

“Well, damn. Is he safe?”

“Yeah,” J ran his hand through his hair, temporarily distracting me. “He went out with one of the Zetas. Not that he should be getting chummy with them. We’re here on business, not pleasure, but it’s always pleasure for Son. Drive
s Dig crazy. Are you listening to me?”

“Yes. I’m just staring at your cock at the same time. Son. Zetas. Sex. Right?” I looked him in the eye and winked. I found myself quickly on my back with six feet
, five inches of J on top of me. I pulled his mouth down to mine and let his tongue roam the inside of my mouth. He held his weight off me, but still covered my skin with his. It was the best blanket possible.

“You want some of this cock?” he asked, taking the sensitive skin of my earlobe into his mouth. Drawing his teeth down it, he rubbed that amazing cock against my stomach. “Baby, it’s yours. Do with it what you like.”

So I did. Grabbing hold, I slid it against my entrance. I was wet for him, something that wasn’t always the case with men before. Despite the future we were facing over the next few weeks, the conversation we needed to have with Dig in the morning, and the fact that I was excited but still freaking out about the ring on my finger, I couldn’t help but be dripping for him. He was the embodiment of sex appeal, at least in my opinion.

I arched my back as he
slowly stroked in and out of me, like he was in no hurry at all. With my breasts in the air, he capitalized on the opportunity to suck my now hardened nipples into his mouth. Fuck, but his mouth was magical. As he did with my earlobe, he drug his teeth over my engorged bud, sending shocks of aching desire coursing through my system.

Making sure I was even, he lavished the same tortuous pleasure on the other side. It was decadence,
the pleasure and pain all mixed into one. I started pushing my pelvis up to meet his thrusts, wanting more of him inside me. I felt like I couldn’t get enough, like I’d never get enough. I shoved my heels into his ass, urging him to speed up his pace. I was done making love, and ready to fuck. I wanted to feel him pound inside me.

Taking the hint, he
took either side of my ass in his hands, tilted my hips, and gave me what I was looking for. I grabbed onto his shoulder as he pulled out, hammered back in, and then twisted and ground his cock into me. He did it again, moving quicker each time. I clawed his back, feeling feral as the frenzy of an orgasm started to build inside me. Curling my toes and shoving my heels even harder into J’s ass, I exploded like thunder cracking over a summer sky. I closed my eyes and lightning lit up the blackness behind my eyelids, just like it lit up the darkened sky.

Thunder and lightning struck in succession as J held my ass in one hand, and brought the other around to squeeze my clit between his fingers. Incoherent sounds came out of my mouth as one orgasm rolled into another. He continued pumping in and out of me, the pleasure becoming too much. Just when I thought I might die an orgasmic death, J threw his head back, roaring like the Bear he was, and exploded into me. We continued rocking back and forth into one another, letting ourselves come down slowly from a sex induced high. A high that was better than any drug I’d ever used.

J lay on top of me, holding his weight on his forearms beside my head. I clung to him with my arms and legs, unwilling to lose the physical connection between us just yet.

“Thanks,” I said between breaths.

“For what?” Sweat dripped off the tips of his hair and fell onto the sheet.

“For your cock.”

He sat back on his knees and ran his hand through his hair, the dampness slicking it back. A stray chunk of black silk fell forward and hung down the side of his forehead. I reached up and tucked it behind his ear. I’d never seen his hair this long. I wanted to grab it. Despite what we’d just done, I was still ravished with need for him.

“I told you it’s yours, baby.” He got up off the bed, and I wanted to pull him back to me. He held his hand out. “Shower with me?”

I obliged. Under the rain of the showerhead, J kissed my eyes, my cheeks, my forehead, and finally my lips. He told me his cock was mine, but so was his heart, his soul, and his life—this one and the next.

I held my hand up, showing him the ring he’d put on me. “This is us,” I told him. It was more than a ring. Well, to me it was more. “I promise to love you ‘til the day I die.”

He took my hand and brought it to his lips. “Me too. ‘Til death separates us, and may we not be apart for long. I’ll find you in our next life. I’ll always find you.” With that he kissed the ring Gramps had put on Gram so many years ago, and there was no doubt in my mind that they too were with one another, wherever they were.

Onc
e we’d cleaned ourselves up, J moisturized me and we crawled back in bed. The feral beast in me was sated and sleepy.

“I love you, darling. We need to talk in the morning before we see Dig,” I told J, wrapping my body around his.

“About Fernie?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to talk now,” he asked.

“No. I want to fall asleep next to the man I love. We’ll talk tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And I love your cock,” I added.

I felt J’s smile pressed against my shoulder. “It loves you as well.”

“Good, good,” I mumbled before falling into a dreamless sleep.