Ryder laughed, and then looked at me. “Can you come here, Trina?”
My heart stopped. “Ah…no…I don’t speak—”
He reached out his hand to me. “You don’t have to speak.”
“Go on honey,” a woman urged me.
I tentatively walked toward the stage. I took his hand and he helped me onto the stage.
“What are you doing?” I said under my breath.
“Confessing my undying love for you,” he said grinning.
“I’m dying right now.” I could feel my cheeks were hot and probably as red as beets.
“Look at me, honey. Don’t worry about them.”
I did as he asked, looking into his brilliant, loving blue eyes. He smiled, and while holding my gaze, he leaned slightly toward the mic and spoke, not sang, familiar words. “My heart beats for you, my breath breathes for you, my life I give to you.”
My heart was so full. I had an urge to grab him and hug him and tell him how much I loved him, but my limbs were paralyzed because there was a group of people watching us.
“Katrina Lados,” Ryder said, as he dropped to one knee. “Will you marry me?”
Holy moly cannoli. My mouth gaped and my heart started beating a million miles a minute.
In one hand, he had a pretty ring and his other hand took mine. “I have you, baby. You won’t ever be alone or feel alone. I’m going to give you so much love, you’ll forget that you ever went without it.”
“If you don’t marry him, I will,” some woman called out.
There was terror at the suddenness and the ramifications of agreeing to forever, and yet, there was such happiness and relief too.
“Yes,” I blurted. “Yes, yes.”
He grinned and stood up, putting the ring on my finger and then pulling me in for a kiss. In the background, I think there was clapping, but in that moment, there was just me and Ryder.
“I love you so much.” I said to him. I was close to the microphone, so my words echoed through the room, making me flinch.
“You’re getting the hang of this public speaking thing,” he said.
“Are we in public?” I tried to joke even though I was embarrassed.
He laughed. “Yes, so behave.”
“I ain’t misbehavin’.”
“I love that song,” Harry said.
“One more then,” Ryder said. “Then I’m taking my lovely lady home.” He winked at me and I left him on the stage to sing one more song.
An hour later, we were home, and Ryder was doing delicious things to my body.
“You’re not going to get tired of having just me?” I asked, as his hands massaged my breasts.
“No. Will you get sick of my dick?”
“Never.” I reached down to stroke it, marve
ling at its length and firmness. Even if I bought a sex toy, nothing would be as perfect in size as his real deal.