“Honeymoon?” he asked softly. “Married people have those. Are you saying you want to be my wife?”
My heart leapt for a moment and I tried to analyze how those words made me feel. Did I want that? To be his wife? What sort of insane person married a guy after dating for two days? Were we even dating? I didn’t know what to call our relationship. My somewhat organized life had been turned upside down by the biker holding me.
“You claimed me,” I said slowly. “And it’s forever.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I did, and yes, it is. I’m not letting you go, Glory.”
“Are the others married to their women?”
“In one fashion or another,” he said. “Outlaw, or one of the other hackers, usually works some magic to make us legally married without the ceremony and paperwork. Unless a brother wants the romantic wedding for his woman’s sake. Not all women want the white dress and preacher, though.”
I turned his words over in my mind. Did I want to be married to him? And if I said yes, would I want an actual wedding? I’d never thought I’d have a husband or family, not after I found out I was pregnant with Sienna. Until Wolf, I’d thought I’d never trust anyone enough to get close to them, much less have a relationship. Perhaps I should have been asking what he wanted. Did Wolf want to get married?
“I would never force you to do something you don’t want,” I said.
“And you think I wouldn’t want you as my wife?” He shook his head. “Sweetheart, if you want, I’ll go get your name tattooed on me right fucking now. Marriage around here is just a piece of paper. What we have already is so much more. If you want the paper showing you’re mine and I’m yours, if you want a ring, then I’ll gladly do all that and more.
“I want you to be happy, Glory. This club may be my life, and they have my loyalty, but you’re the reason I smile when I wake up in the morning. You’re the reason I look forward to every damn day. Just say the word, Glory. I’ll call Outlaw right now, or we can set up a real wedding.”
I leaned into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. “You won’t think less of me if I ask to have something showing I’m officially yours, not just in the club’s eyes but to everyone outside this compound?”
“No, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I picked up my head and looked at him. “Let Outlaw know I want him to marry us. And yes, I want rings. They don’t need to be fancy, but I want something to show the world I’m off-limits.”
And I wanted all the damn women in town to know he was mine. I wasn’t sure how he’d react to those words, so I held them back. I had a feeling he knew what I was thinking anyway. He smirked and ran his hand through my hair.
“Rings plural, huh? Staking your claim?”
“Would you rather I pee on you?” I asked.
Wolf burst out laughing and hugged me tight. “You’re too much, Glory. To answer your question, I’m not into golden showers, so peeing on me is out of the question.”
“But a ring isn’t?”
“I’m not too crazy about taking you outside the compound right after I find out some asshole wants to torture and kill you. You want rings for us, I’ll have someone bring them here.”
I reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, handing it to him. He’d planted the idea in my head of us being married, and now I wanted it to happen. Considering he’d already made me his, until death do us part, by club law, asking for Outlaw to make things official in the real world didn’t seem quite so crazy. I’d already jumped in with both feet. If walking away wasn’t an option, why not go all the way?
Wolf pulled up Outlaw’s name in his contacts and hit the call button, then put it on speaker so I could hear too. When Elena answered, my stomach dropped, and I worried something bad had happened. Why else would she answer his phone?
“Outlaw’s phone,” Elena said.
Wolf’s brow furrowed. “Why didn’t he answer his own phone?”
Elena sighed. “Because he overdid it with his hands, and he can’t grip the stupid thing. If you’re calling to ask him for some computer magic, you’re out of luck.”
“Well, fuck,” Wolf muttered. “I wanted him to marry me and Glory, but if he can’t type…”
“I’ll get Shield to do it,” Outlaw yelled from the background. “Wire, Wizard, and Surge are all working on the other issue right now.”
“Thanks,” Wolf said. “Can you have him email something for me to print off when it’s done? Just in case Glory decides she wants to frame it or put it in a scrapbook.”
I eyed him. “What do you know about scrapbooking?”
“Not a fucking thing, except women seem to like using them for preserving memories.”
Elena snorted on the other end of the line and I heard Outlaw laugh. “Congratulations, you two. I’ll call Shield and put him on speaker for Outlaw to make your request. If you decide you want to celebrate and need some alone time, I’m happy to babysit that sweet girl of yours.”
“Thanks, Elena,” I said. “She’s sleeping right now, but I may take you up on that in a little while. Maybe Wolf and I can have a romantic dinner here at home.”
Wolf wagged his eyebrows at me and I snickered. Yeah, he’d taken “romantic dinner” to mean he’d get laid again. And he was probably right, only because I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off him.
Wolf ended the call and looked up some local jewelry shops on his phone’s browser. He had to call three before anyone
