Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Luckily, she was close—closer than even she realized—and started to tighten rhythmically around me only a few short seconds later.
She buried her face into one of the couch pillows and groaned, exploding around me.
Finally, able to go, I sped up my thrusts, plunging into her two more times before following her.
“You’re literally trying to kill me. I know it,” she growled.
I snorted and reached for a rag that was conveniently sitting on the couch—clothes that Imogen had folded not even twenty minutes before.
“Still warm,” I murmured as I pulled out and caught my release before it could make a mess all over the couch and her.
Not that it mattered.
She was going to be changing those pants whether she wanted to or not.
And she did…into the tightest pair of blue jeans she owned.
On purpose.
The shit.
***
“Isn’t it kind of weird that your mother is going with us to Kilgore to meet my parents when they all live in the same town?” Imogen broke into my nervous thoughts.
I looked over at her, my eyes taking in her beautiful eyes, and her short pixie cut that she’d just gotten yesterday.
“A little,” I admitted, not daring to tell her the entire truth as to why my mother was coming.
See, this was a wide, elaborate setup.
Something that we were about two minutes from driving right into, even though she had no clue.
The moment we pulled into the gate, she’d know.
Big Papa, Seanshine, Ghost, and Tommy Tom had no reason to be here.
Truth had left us at the airport and had ‘turned around’ and flown back home—or so Imogen thought.
What he was really doing was driving straight to my father’s house while we took the long, scenic route.
Even my mother and Imogen’s parents had opted to take a different car so they could witness me opening my heart, and offering it to her on a silver platter…in front of everyone we both knew. All of our friends and family.
We took the final turn onto my parents’ road, and I groaned when I saw all the cars, sure she would figure it out the moment she realized all the cars belonged to my parents’ place.
But she didn’t.
Not when I opened the truck door and rounded the hood.
Not when she saw all the people—including my club members—on the front lawn, beers in hand.
And not even when she turned around and saw me down on one knee.
“What are all these people doing here?” she asked, confusion in her eyes.
I smiled.
“I wanted to ask you a question,” I told her.
“What kind of question?” she asked suspiciously. “And why are you on your knee? You’re going to get your pants dirty before you see your parents.”
A smile broke over my face.
She really had no clue.
“I wanted to ask you an important question,” I told her, pulling out the little black box that I’d gotten at a jewelry store back home. With not just Imogen’s mother in attendance, but her sisters as well.
It’d been a special kind of hell, but I wanted the ring to be perfect.
And the look in her eyes as I opened the box was totally worth it.
“Will you marry me, Imogen?” I rasped.
People had gathered around, anxious to capture the moment as well as experience it, causing her to lift her gaze.
With wide eyes, Imogen looked around at everyone surrounding her, and promptly burst into tears.
I laughed and pulled her to me by wrapping my arms around her backside.
“You never answered, woman,” I growled.
She looked down at me, placing both hands on either side of my cheeks, and nodded her head.
“How could I say no after you went to all this trouble?” she asked. “I’d hate to embarrass you.”
I growled and bit lightly on her stomach, causing her to squeal.
“Give me my ring, you brute,” she ordered, waving her finger in front of my face.
I slipped the ring onto her finger, tossing the little black box onto the front lawn, causing her to bend over and snatch it up, cradling it to her chest.
The ring shined on her finger, and I felt the biggest relief at knowing she didn’t give me too much hell.
“Why here?” she asked, smiling so wide her face had to hurt.
“This was where I knew that you’d be mine,” I said simply. “Seemed fitting to ask you to be mine here permanently, too.”
***
“Have a safe trip, Bro,” Booth called.
I looked at my brother, instantly suspicious.
“What’s that look for?” I asked him.
Booth only smiled before waving, throwing his arm around Masen, and turning them both.
“That’s incredibly weird,” Imogen said. “I feel like that was too easy.”
With nothing else to do but go through security, I tugged a lock of Imogen’s hair and urged her forward.
“If he tries to strip search you, I’m going to shove my foot up his ass,” I told her.
We’d not had good luck with airport security. Since the first incident after the day I’d slept with Imogen for the first time, I’d literally despised every single airport security specialist.