Flirt With Me (With Me in Seattle 17)

“The attorneys all laughed at the suit. It’ll get thrown out. I feel awful because it seems this is all my fault.”

“How in the hell could it be your fault?”

“You said it yourself.” She threads her fingers through my hair in that way that both soothes and turns me on. “She’s jealous of us. Of me. And I think that if I weren’t part of the picture, she wouldn’t have come around in the first place.”

“Whether that’s true or not, it doesn’t matter. Because you being in the picture is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Well, besides Rachel, of course. That could be a tie.”

She smiles and reaches between us to unzip my pants, unleashing my cock before sliding herself right over me.

“God, you fit like a damn glove,” I murmur against her lips. She rides me at a steady, quick pace, her hands braced on the back of the sofa.

She’s a fucking goddess. I can’t believe I made her feel anything less than important and cherished while I trained for this fight.

I sit up so I can cover her mouth with mine. Our tongues tangle, and she moans, pushing down on me to ride out her orgasm.

“God, I love you,” I groan and follow her over the edge.

She rests her forehead on my shoulder and fights to catch her breath.

“Marry me.”

Her head pops up, and she stares at me with gorgeous, wide, green eyes. “What?”

“Marry me. Right now. In Vegas.”

“Right now?” She laughs, but the smile fades when she sees that I’m perfectly serious. “Hunter.”

“Maeve, I am so in love with you, I can’t see straight. I want you, forever. And I want you now. But if you need all of the fancy wedding stuff with your family, I can wait. Not long, but I can.”

She’s shaking her head slowly.

“Is that a ‘No, I won’t marry you?’ Or a ‘No, I won’t marry you in Vegas?’”

She climbs off my lap and hurries into the bathroom.

“Way to fuck that up, Meyers,” I mutter and clean myself up. I hear the toilet flush, and then Maeve returns to the sitting area.

“Look, you can forget it for now. We can revisit—”

“It’s funny,” she interrupts, “because you always hear about the girls who have been planning their wedding in their heads for their whole lives. The flowers, the white dress, all the frills. My brothers all had gorgeous weddings. And it was nice, don’t get me wrong. But that was never me. I don’t need all the trappings.”

She paces and then grins at me.

“You know our families will insist that we still have a big party to celebrate.”

“Of course.”

“My dad…” She turns to me with worried eyes. “He’d want—”

“I already talked to him,” I assure her. “He gave me his blessing without hesitation.”

She runs at me and launches herself into my arms. “Holy shit, we’re getting married!”

“Is that a yes?”

She kisses me long and hard, and then giggles. “That’s a hell yes! But your fight is tomorrow night. Do you want to do it before or after?”

“Before.” I set her on her feet. “I want to do it right now.”

She blinks at me again. “We don’t even have rings.”

“Then we’d better go shopping.”

Four hours later, I cross the threshold of the suite, this time with my bride in my arms.

“You’re so old-fashioned,” she says with a grin.

“That’s me.” I kick the door shut with my foot and carry Maeve straight back to the bedroom. But when I toss her on the bed and get ready to join her, she laughs and puts her hand up, stopping me.

The rock I bought her at Cartier sparkles in the sunlight.

“Wait. Before we do anything else, we have to call our families. Especially Rachel.”

“You’re right. Okay, Mrs. Meyers, let’s call our girl.”

I sit next to her on the bed as Maeve FaceTimes Rachel, who answers quickly.

“Hi, guys! Are you having fun? Is it hot there? Have you seen any famous people?”

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m famous people,” I remind her and watch with humor as she rolls her eyes.

“Real famous people.”

“You’re grounded for that.”

Rachel laughs, knowing full well that I’m kidding.

“How’s work?” Maeve asks.

“It’s good. Grandda says he’s going to teach me to play chess sometime. And the baby is finally sleeping better for Izzy.”

“Rach.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “We haven’t been gone that long.”

“What? She asked. Anyway, I have tonight off, so I’m going to Charity’s house for dinner and a movie. But I’ll be home at a decent hour.”

I’m glad that she found a new best friend, one who’s sweet and isn’t obsessed with sex and finding beer.

It’s been a nice change.

“We have news,” Maeve says with a smile as she holds up her left hand.

“Oh, my God! He asked!”

“That’s not all.” I hold up my left hand, as well. “We went ahead and sealed the deal. Elvis performed the ceremony.”