Page 65 of Forgiveness
“Dress pants and button-down shirt, big guy, or it’s no deal. Do still want to take me?”
“Are you kidding? Wild horses couldn’t fuckin’ drag me away.” Flux smirked and grabbed her ass as he brushed his lips across hers. “With the expectation that you get slutted up for me too.”
“Nope, just a brown burlap sack for you.” Maggie giggled and covered her mouth, looking up and then down, suddenly feeling shy. “It’s all coming together, isn’t it?”
The soft words made Flux take a few steps closer to her as he put her head against his chest and cradled the back of her neck with his palm. His other arm rested tightly along her waist, encircling her protectively.
“A lot of it is, yeah. Shit, I still can’t believe this happened. I never thought I’d fall in love again. I just figured I’d spend the rest of my life like some goddamn zombie.” Flux kissed the top of her head. “But it’s real, and you Duchess … you’re everything.”
Maggie’s legs went to mush as she melted into him, and his strong arm held her up. No one had ever said anything so romantic to her, and the fact that the words came from a brash, tough-as-nails, tattooed biker whom she was proud to call her man, made his sentiment even more special.
“Right back at you, big guy. I can’t begin to imagine a life without you in it.”
Flux grunted and squeezed her even tighter and she closed her eyes, listening to the pounding rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear.
“Are you scared too?” she asked softly, playing with the fabric of his T-shirt at the back of his pants. “Of all this love stuff?”
“Duchess, I’ve never been so terrified in my whole fuckin’ life. But it’s worth it.You’reworth it.”
