All For You (Rocktown Ink #5) by Sherilee Gray (world of reading .txt) 📕

ground against her, unable to get close enough.

She flung her head back and came so sweetly for me, calling my name, that I had no choice but to go with her, groaning against her mouth, breathing in her scent, holding on tight.

Finally, I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. “We’re really doing this, kitten?”

She smiled. “We sure are, Sheriff.”

I grinned, and she tightened her legs around my hips, and despite just coming, I already wanted her again. “You won’t get sick of being with some old dude?”

Trixie laughed. “I think I can handle it. I mean, you have a pretty impressive recovery time for an old dude.”

I chuckled and she curled her fingers around the side of my neck, laughing with me.

Then I kissed her, and when I lifted my head, I looked deep into her eyes. “Just so you know, you didn’t just find your own happy, Trixie, you gave me mine as well.”

Epilogue

Trixie

Two years later

“It’s beautiful.” The sunset was brilliant, pinks and oranges and purples, like nothing I’d ever seen before. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, and I turned and smiled at my sexy boyfriend as he pulled me in against him.

Mase kissed the side of my neck. “You’re beautiful.”

“You’re not sick of me yet? We’ve been trapped together in a confined space for a month.”

He chuckled. “Kitten, this is my idea of fucking bliss. We need to do this every year.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah, I’m a selfish bastard, I love having you all to myself.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “And your gran planned a pretty spectacular trip.”

I grinned, happiness filling me. “She did, didn’t she?” I got up on my toes and he immediately leaned in for my kiss. “I think she might have really liked you,” I said against his lips.

“Only liked?”

“This is my gran we’re talking about. She didn’t do permanent, or serious.”

Yes, Rocktown was my home, but I still got the urge to hitch the trailer and take off now and then. It didn’t matter how long, a weekend or a week. Mase recognized this, and until now we hadn’t been able to get away any longer than that.

Then he’d surprised me, taking me on the trip Gran had wanted me to do. We’d been following her list of destinations, and adding our own places to visit while we were there. God, when I’d pulled out her letter to show Mase, so we could choose where to go first, a weight had lifted off my shoulders I didn’t know I’d still been carrying.

“So she never would have considered remarrying?”

“Hell no.”

“And what do you think about marriage, kitten?”

“Poufy dresses, joint bank accounts, wearing a ring so some dude can let everyone know you’re his…and don’t get me started on taking a man’s last name.” I rolled my eyes. “Pass.”

Mase chuckled again, his eyes dancing. “Wow, not a fan, then?”

“Nope.” I turned back to the sunset and sighed. I mean, the dress part wouldn’t be so bad. I’d seen one I liked in one of Lila’s bridal magazines when she was picking hers. I’d even torn it out to keep. It was still in my dresser drawer. And I guess joint accounts could be practical, and there was the vintage ring that I saw in a store once that was so stunning I imagined wearing it. But Mase had already been married, and I didn’t think he’d want to go there again—

“Trixie?”

“Hmm?”

“Turn around,” Mase said roughly.

I turned…and froze.

Mase was down on one knee, smiling up at me.

“What are you doing?”

“Trixie…”

“What are you doing, Mason?” My pulse raced, my skin flushed hot, and my throat burned.

“Well, kitten, if you’ll let me finish, you’ll find out.” He slid his hand in his pocket and pulled something out.

“Oh my god!” My hands flew to my mouth when I saw the ring box.

Mase grinned. “Trixie Faraday, you are my heart, my happiness, the love of my life. I plan on being by your side until we’re old and gray, and I think it’d be cool if you were my wife while we’re doing that. You don’t have to wear a poufy dress, or even a ring, if you don’t want. You want to keep separate accounts, you got it, but I’d love you to take my name, if you’re into that, if not…”

“Yes,” I whispered.

Mase sucked in a sharp breath. “Yes?”

I nodded, laughing and crying, and he stood as I threw myself into his arms. Jimmy barked and danced around us while Mase kissed the daylights out of me.

He lifted his head. “You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve never been surer about anything in my life. Now are you going to show me what’s in the box?” I said. “That’s for me, right?”

He held it out of reach. “Now, you don’t have to wear it, kitten. I know your feelings on wearing a ring, I can take it back—”

“Don’t you dare!”

Chuckling, he opened the box.

I squealed, making Jimmy bark again, grabbed it and slid it on my finger, holding it up to admire.

“So you like it?” he asked, still grinning.

I tilted my hand this way and that and sighed. It was me in every possible way, obviously vintage, emeralds and diamonds, set in rose gold. “I love it with my whole heart.”

“Not your whole heart, surely.”

“Okay, fine, there’s room for you…and my ring.”

Laughing, he lifted me off my feet and carried me into the trailer.

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About the Author

Sherilee Gray is a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful New Zealand with her husband and their two children. When she isn't writing sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance, searching for her next alpha hero on Pinterest, or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of chocolate in the other.

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