The Biker's Fate Chapter 603

"This is kind of thick," I said.

"Yeah, you've mentioned that a few times, including to your brother."

I rolled my eyes and held up the gummy strip. "Focus or I'm going to end up hurting you."

"Just wrap it and suck, baby, it's all good."

I bit the end off, partly to see if I liked the candy, but also to fuck with him a little.

"Okay, yeah, don't do that," he retorted.

I grinned, leaning down to wrap the gummy around his cock. I ran my tongue up the length, then wrapped my mouth around the tip and took him as deep as I could, nearly choking myself. I found the gummy was in my way more than anything, so I unwrapped it and tossed it aside, taking his dick in my mouth again.

Wrapping my hand around his girth, I moved it in the same motion with my mouth and rolled, pulled, and tugged as I blew him. Unfortunately, Huck decided he wasn't going to let me finish and I lost purchase on his cock as he hooked his hands under my armpits and hauled me up his body.

"Hey," I complained, but then I was on my back, and he was kissing his way down my body, which shut me up pretty quickly.

His mouth landed on my core, his tongue working my clit as he slid two fingers inside of me, and I mewed as I arched into him.

"Don't come, Daisy," he growled as I fisted my hands in the comforter.

"Oh my god!"

With one last swipe of his tongue through my folds, he shifted so he was kneeling between my legs, careful of his knee, and then his cock was sliding into me, and I cried out with ecstasy.

"Jesus," he hissed, burying himself to the hilt, then he moved.

Faster and faster, harder and harder, until I could no longer hold back my climax, screaming his name as an orgasm hit hard and fast.

I arched into him as he continued to rock into me, my walls contracting around him as his dick pulsed inside of me, and then he rolled us, so we were facing each other, kissing me gently.

"That went way too quick," I said. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, we've got all night." He kissed me again. "I love you."

I smiled, stroking his cheek. "I love you, too."

"Marry me, Daisy."

I chuckled.

"I'm serious. I want to make this permanent."

I met his eyes. "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," I confirmed.

He kissed me again, slipping out of me and pulling me close.

"You're in the wet spot," I pointed out.

"Don't give a shit. My girl just agreed to marry me. I'm on top of the world."

"And the wet spot."

"Exactly how I always imagined this moment," he breathed out, dramatically. "Romance up the ass."

I laughed. "You should write for the greeting card industry."

"If the hockey thing goes tits up, I'll consider it." He grinned, kissing me again. "Shower with me?"

"Hell, yes, then I'm going to eat ice cream off your dick."

He shivered. "Uh, no, you're not."

"Your chest?"

"That I'll allow."

I smiled and followed him into the bathroom.

The next afternoon, Huck surprised me with a trip into Vancouver. I wasn't entirely sure what he had in mind until we pulled off the freeway for the City Center exit and he got turned around.

"Shit. Your dad said it was right here."

"What?"

"Hold on, let me check the address," he said, glancing at his phone. Hard to do from the back of a bike.

"Oh my god," I breathed out. "Are we going to Rondan's?"

Rondan's was the club's go-to jeweler. Olen Rondan was a man in his fifties who had been taking care of engagements, anniversaries, birthdays, and 'I'm sorries,' for as long as I could remember, which meant if we were going there, I was getting an engagement ring.

He grimaced. "Yeah. I wanted it to be a surprise, but my directional incompetence appears to have blown my cover."

I patted his chest, then pointed to the left. "Turn here."

I continued to direct him until we pulled around the back of the store and parked.

We climbed off his bike (he'd purchased the one my dad had been restoring) and once we'd removed our helmets, he took my hands. "I called and had him pull a few options, but if you don't like any of them, I want you to tell me."

"I will."

"Promise?" he pressed.

I nodded. "I promise."

"Okay."

We made our way around the corner and into the beautiful store with ridiculous amounts of bling, and Olen was already waiting for us, four rings ready for my approval. An oval, a princess, a pear, and the classic round. All of them at least two-carats, and all of them stunning.

"Oh my god, Huck," I breathed out. "Are you kidding me? How am I going to choose?"

Olen chuckled, handing me the two-carat oval cut to try first.

We stayed for almost an hour, but in the end, it was the oval that made my heart sing and since Huck had prepaid for all four rings to be sized so I could walk out with whichever one I chose, I didn't have to wait to wear it home.

"Club?" Huck asked once we were back at the bike.

"Surprise engagement party?" I deduced.

He laughed. "Not much of a surprise now."

I clapped my hands. "Let's go."

We climbed back on the bike and headed into Beaverton.

As we walked into the club and heard, "Surprise!" yelled by our family and friends, I couldn't help myself from wrapping myself tight around Huck.

This man, this beautiful man, who'd rescued me from a pair of pants that were trying to strangle me to death, continued to rescue me at every turn.

His name might be Ruin, but he was my salvation.