“Then let him have you.”
After talking to Thorn, it didn’t feel so difficult.
“To honor the man you love, give him something that you’ve never given anyone before. Give him you—all of you.”
I smiled at the sweet words Thorn said. “I didn’t realize you were so romantic, Thorn.”
“I’m not,” he argued. “But I know how it feels to want to have a woman all to yourself.”
“You do?” I questioned. Last time I checked, he never cared about any woman he’d ever been with. They were all flings, all women who didn’t mind the control he needed. They just wanted good sex and expensive gifts. Thorn never seemed possessive of anyone, and he’d never told me otherwise.
Thorn ignored the question. “Despite what we thought, Diesel has been loyal to you from the very beginning. He never lied, and he always stood by you. Even when we cast him out, he didn’t give up. He’s earned it, Titan. He earned you a long time ago.”
When Thorn laid everything out like that, it actually made me want to take Diesel’s last name. It didn’t feel like such a sacrifice anymore. “Did Diesel put you up to this?”
“He asked me to talk to you about it. But all those opinions are my own.”
I knew Thorn wouldn’t lie to me. “Then what will you call me?”
He considered it, grinding his teeth together slightly and moving his jaw. “Hunt.”
“Yeah?”
“I think it fits.”
“Yeah…it does fit.”
The elevator beeped just before the doors opened. Diesel stepped inside with his tie already undone. He stripped off his jacket and hung it up on the coatrack. “Hey.”
“What’s up?” Thorn asked from his seat. “Your woman and I were just talking about work.”
“She’s not supposed to talk about work,” Diesel said ominously. “But I’ve given up telling her not to.”
“Which is smart,” I said. “Because you’ve been wasting your time for a while.”
Diesel turned that smoldering gaze on me, making me the sole recipient of that heated look. He approached me at the table then leaned down to kiss me on the lips. The only reason the embrace was quick was because Thorn was sitting right there. “How are you feeling?”
“Great.” The stitches were gone, and now only a scar remained behind. I was almost finished with my medications, and the spasms of pain and fatigue had decreased considerably. I was counting down the days until I was well enough to go to work—and get married. “How was your day?”
“The same as all the others.” He drifted into the kitchen and fetched a bottle of beer. He twisted off the cap with his big hands and tossed the cap on the table. “How are things coming along for the two of you?”
“Good,” Thorn answered. “Working with Ms. Alexander was a smart move.”
“She’s exceptionally bright,” I said. “I’ve never met anyone with her kind of intellect.”
Diesel took a drink as he stared at me. “I have.” He turned to the living room and took a seat on the couch.
Thorn must have picked up on the sexual tension in the room because he made his exit. “I should get going. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Titan.”
I walked him to the elevator and watched him disappear behind the doors. Then I approached Diesel on the couch, who immediately stood up when I came near. He pulled his tie out of his collar then unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes locked on mine.
“There’s something I want to tell you.”
“Can it wait?” He stripped off his shirt, revealing his rock-hard chest and perfectly chiseled stomach. His tanned skin was tight, and every separation of muscle was obvious. His biceps were toned and defined, and there was a significant separation before his triceps began. He would be the perfect inspiration for a sculpture of a Greek god. His belt was undone, and then his pants came next. He stood in his boxers then moved into me, one hand sliding into my hair while the other wrapped around my waist. “Right now, all I want to do is fuck.” He wrapped my hair around his knuckles and gave the back of my head a gentle tug, forcing my gaze to meet his.
My hands moved up his hard body, my fingers exploring the crevasses between his muscles. “It can wait…but I don’t think you want to wait.”
His chocolate eyes penetrated mine, and his heated gaze quickly turned into an unbridled forest fire. “Then tell me.” His hand slid down my jeans until he gripped my ass. He gave me a tight squeeze, showing how powerful he was with just a single hand.
“I want to take your last name.”
For less than an instant, his eyes softened. His grip on my hair relaxed for just a second before it tightened again. His gaze turned more intense than it was just a second ago. Now he seemed more aggressive, fueled by my revelation. “You want to be Mrs. Hunt?”
“Yes…more than anything.”
My words made him snap, and he yanked me harder as he covered my mouth with his. He kissed me harshly, nearly bruising my lips and making them throb. The beast inside the man had been released, and now he handled me like a prize rather than a woman. His ancestral caveman ways rose to the surface, and he maneuvered me backward as he directed me toward the hallway.
He scooped me into his arms and carried me by the ass into the bedroom we shared. He dropped me on the mattress instead of gently laying me down, and he yanked off my clothes without any care. He dragged my hips to the edge of the bed then separated my thighs by gripping the backs of my knees.
He pointed his dick into my entrance then gave a harsh thrust, shoving his big dick inside me
