6 - Rock Chick Reckoning: Rock Chick by Kristen Ashley

Author:Kristen Ashley [Ashley, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Rock Chick#6
Publisher: Rock Chick Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I was straddling Hank, knees in the bed, my head thrown back. Hank was deep inside me, his face pressed in my throat, his hands moving up my back.

I slid up, then down, and I tilted my chin to look at him.

His head went back. I put my mouth on his and kissed him.

He kissed me back, tongues tangling. His hands went to my hips and he moved me up. My mouth disengaged then his fingers dug in and he slammed me back down.

It felt so damned good, with my lips against his, I gave a soft moan.

Now was definitely the time.

I ground my hips into his, flexed certain, secret muscles and felt his soft groan.

“I love you,” I whispered.

His fingers tensed at my hips and his eyes caught mine.

“Glad to hear you say that, Sunshine,” he whispered back.

I smiled.

He fell to his back, arms around me, taking me with him.

Keeping us connected, he twisted us to the side. He opened the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a dark-blue velvet box.

I stared at the box, my body going tight, as his thumb flicked it open and I caught sight of the diamond before he shoved his index finger in, pulling the ring out of the blue silk.

He tossed the box to the nightstand, sat back up, still keeping us connected. His right hand skimmed down my left arm, captured my hand, positioned it and he slid the ring on my finger.

I sat frozen, staring at the diamond solitaire on my finger.

It wasn’t huge, it wasn’t small.

It was a normal, diamond engagement ring.

It was just right.

“If you let Tod plan our wedding, I’m takin’ that back,” Hank told me, and my eyes flashed to his.

I stared at him, one beat, two, then three, and whispered, feeling the tears sting the backs of my eyes, “You’re never getting this back.”

I watched him smile right before he kissed me.

Then he rolled me to my back and he finished what we started.

When we were done and recovered, he slid off to my side, but wrapped an arm around my belly, threw a thigh over mine and nuzzled his face into the side of my head.

Shamus, who’d exited the bed when the fun began, returned. He did a little roaming and settled where he always settled, down my length, the opposite side to Hank.

Both the canine and human Nightingale boys, like they normally did, pinned me down.

I flicked my thumb against the base of my ring finger, making sure I didn’t imagine it.

I felt cold, solid, honest-to-goodness gold.

I didn’t imagine it.

I turned my head to the side, found Hank’s mouth with mine and smiled.

“Happy?” Hank muttered against my lips.

I didn’t answer verbally, I nodded.

He gave me a light kiss.

I felt the tears I hadn’t shed earlier slide out of my eyes.

So did Hank.

“Jesus, you’re a nut,” Hank mumbled, his arm going tighter.

“Don’t call me a nut,” I whispered, my voice sounding scratchy.

“Sorry, Sunshine, you’re a nut,” he replied. “But that’s a good thing.”

I decided to ignore that.

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