Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
However, I give Kane the green light to proceed with what he has in mind.
He’ll be all right.
I think.
When it’s time to drive home, Gareth says he wants to walk. He loves that now—just walking outside. Mostly because he likes holding hands and hugging me in public.
Must be because of all those times he couldn’t do it when we had a secret relationship. I don’t really care for PDA, but I’d do anything for Gareth. If people are uncomfortable, they can kindly go fuck themselves.
He used to be so peevy about touching me outside of sex, but now, it’s second nature.
We’re getting closer to where I want to take him, but he’s underdressed in the damn jersey. I give him my jacket and wrap it around his shoulders.
“I’m not that cold.” He sways on his feet, a bit drunk, as he grins up at me. “But I don’t mind ogling your huge muscles. Mmm.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Pfft. You love it when I’m a brat.”
“Your ass will love it, too, later.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”
A jolt zaps through my chest and ends in my stomach whenever he says that.
I grab his hand and drag him with me to stop my erection from growing further.
“Maybe we should take a taxi.” He bites his lower lip. “I want to show you something in private.”
“I want to show you something first.”
“What…?” His eyes light up with intrigue, excitement, and overflowing affection.
“I’m rethinking it because you have someone else’s name on your back.”
He stops by the sidewalk, forcing me to do the same.
Gareth’s cheeks, even his freckles, are red from the alcohol, and when he frowns with that face, he looks fucking adorable.
I can’t devour him yet.
Not yet.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Kane’s jersey that you bought.”
He removes my jacket, then turns around on unsteady feet, and I grab his arm to keep him standing.
He points back.
“Can’t you see? It says Davenport.” He taps his shoulder and then spins around again to face me. “Last I checked, that’s your last name.”
“So you bought it to have…my last name on your back?”
“Why else?” He cocks his head to the side and then grins. “I’ve always wanted that. Your last name on me.”
Fuck.
That’s why he looked so exhilarated when he bought the jersey.
I grab him by the waist, all but dragging him with me because he can’t keep up.
Gareth chuckles, the sound of his laughs echoing in the air as I pull him.
“Mmm, are you taking me to an alley so I can choke on your cock?”
“Quiet, Gareth.”
“I would. I so would.”
“Baby, you need to stop tempting me.”
“But I want you to fuck me while I’m only wearing the jersey with your last name.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I stop and brush my lips to his, the slightest touch. “Shut up for a second.”
He blinks up at me, then smiles. “You know you want to.”
“I do, but first look around.”
He blinks again and then studies our surroundings. It’s a house we passed by before, though calling it a house is putting it lightly. It’s a goddamn mansion by the hill, overlooking the city.
Gareth once said it was the perfect house, close enough to the city and his parents while also being a stone's throw away from the rest of his friends’ future residences.
And while he insists on finishing his law degree on the island where his friends are and I can work from the London branch, he’ll eventually want to come back.
That is, if he doesn’t switch gears soon.
At any rate, this is his home. Our home.
Gareth steps into the lit garden, along the pool, his eyes widening. “You bought this?”
“For you.”
“Just because I said I liked it?”
“A perfectly good reason to.”
“But it wasn’t for sale.”
“Anything is for sale if I decide to buy it.”
“I’m not even surprised.” He smiles at me and then continues exploring the area. “Love this so much. We can get Moka a few siblings. I can set up an archery range, and you can use the pool for your morning swims. Is there another one indoor—”
His voice catches when he turns around and finds me on one knee. I’ve never been on my knees for anyone else. I asked Cassandra to marry me over coffee as if it were a business deal. And it was, in a sense. We toasted to it and that was that.
But this is different.
Gareth is the only one I’d get on my knees for.
“W-what’s going on…?” he whispers, his eyes widening and red creeping up his neck.
“I know you said you don’t believe in marriage, and you can say no if you truly hate it, but you also said you love my last name on you, so…” I reach into the pocket of my pants and pull out a ring with his name and mine carved on the inside. “I love you in ways I thought were impossible, and I want to spend the rest of my life being yours and you mine. Gareth Anthony Carson, would you marry me?”