Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,129

You freaked me out there for a sec.” I could laugh now, but for a moment I thought she was gonna say no.

Even if she had, there was no way I was ever letting her go again.

“I can’t stop looking at it,” I gushed, twisting my hand from side to side, the stone catching the sunlight when we walked outside. “You did good.”

“Thanks. I thought you’d like it.”

“Love it,” I corrected. “Did you have any help?” I couldn’t look away, my eyes glued to the new addition to my finger.

“Nope. That’s all me, baby.” He paused for a beat. “Me and the saleslady.” I smiled over at him, loving how his beautiful blue eyes revered me. I’d never tire of looking at him. I loved his heart, but it didn’t hurt one bit that he was a sexy beast of a man.

“What are you doin’?” I asked as I stood next to his Harley, him next to his truck. “Aren’t we taking your bike?” Kaden and I found the cutest little motorcycle for Silas. He dropped it off yesterday since the store wasn’t far from their house. And since we didn’t have to lug anything around, I thought we’d take a nice ride today.

“Not with you dressed like that, we’re not.” He had the audacity to scoff at my outfit, like I was crazy for asking the damn question.

Peering down at myself, then back at him, I asked, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

He pointed at my black and white plaid skirt. I paired it with a simple white tee and a pair of white sneakers. There wasn’t anything provocative about what I wore. “There’s no way you’re straddling my bike in that tiny-ass thing. It’s bad enough you’re wearin’ it, I’m not gonna have your ass showin’ to everybody behind us.”

“Oh, stop it!” There was no way he was serious. But one look at his face and he proved me wrong. “Really?”

Kaden marched up to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward his truck. “Really, woman. Now get in.” He opened the door for me, like he always did, and on any other day I would’ve pushed his buttons because it was who I was, but today was special, and I didn’t want to ruin it over a pointless rant.

“Okay.” I pecked his lips before sliding into the seat.

“All I had to do was put a ring on your finger to get you to comply? Had I known that, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” He winked at me when I shot him a look, one that screamed “don’t push your luck.”

Once he was situated, he clicked his seat belt and kicked over the engine. We were pulling out of his driveway a few seconds later.

“How long did you have the ring?”

“I bought it the day after you moved in.” His fingers drummed against the wheel in tune to a Chris Stapleton song, as if his answer would stop me from asking another question.

“Really? Why would you buy it so soon after us getting back together? What if things didn’t work out between us? Did you think of that possibility? And if you were so sure, why did you even wait? Why not ask me back then?” I peppered him with questions, spewing them so fast I barely had time to pause.

“First off, let’s get somethin’ straight. Us not working out isn’t an option, so don’t ever think about that again.” His fingers gripped the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearm popping and making his tattoo look like it was moving. “And I was sure we’d end up here, even back then, but we just got back together, and I had the issue with your dad, and then you finally agreed to move in with me. I didn’t want to shove something else into the mix right away. I knew it was gonna happen, so I gave it some time for things to settle down. I was gonna do it on your birthday next month, but I wanted this to have its own significance.” He glanced over at me when I remained silent. “What?”

“You’re so sweet.”

“Sweet?” He bounced his shoulders. “I guess so.”

I didn’t mean to burst his bubble, but I wanted to prepare him for what might happen in case he hadn’t already thought about it.

“You know my dad is gonna be pissed, right? He just got his head wrapped around us living together, and it’s been over a year. And now you’re stealing