Forever Angel (Angel's Halo MC 8)

Jealousy and possessiveness turned my vision red, my fingers contracting on her waist until she squirmed in protest. “Take it back,” I growled, kissing her again. “Take it back right now.”

That sassy grin didn’t falter as she pulled back and went to sit down in one of the few vacant chairs. It was only then that I realized the place was packed and everyone was watching us like we were some soap opera they were enthralled by.

“Raider,” Quinn called softly, amusement shining out of those blue eyes. “Sit down.”

Crossing the waiting room, I sat beside her. She leaned forward, running her fingers through my hair to fix it. I took advantage of her closeness and kissed her. Pulling back, she slapped me playfully on the cheek. I caught her hand, noticing she still didn’t have an engagement ring.

I needed to remedy that—and today.

Ten minutes passed before a nurse called Quinn’s name. I walked back with her, waited outside the bathroom while she peed in a cup, then followed her into an exam room.

“Looks like you’ve lost a little weight,” the nurse commented. “Is the morning sickness still holding on?”

“It comes and goes,” Quinn said with a dismissive shrug.

“Just stay hydrated. Don’t worry about eating if you don’t feel up to it.” She took Quinn’s vitals, made a notation, then left us to wait for the doctor.

Quinn sat on the exam table, her short legs swinging back and forth as she looked around the room at all the different posters on the walls. One was a flyer reminding parents to sign up for the Lamaze classes early because they filled up quick.

I pulled out my phone and started to text the number to sign us up.

“I already did that,” Quinn said, stopping me. “On my first visit.”

“So I’m signed up as your partner?”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip for a second before she shook her head. “At the time, I didn’t know who would end up being my partner, so I just left that blank. Actually, I don’t even know why I signed up. I was still planning on leaving.”

My gut clenched, and I had to force myself to relax. She wasn’t leaving. She was mine now, and she was going to marry me. Soon. I wasn’t sure how long I could wait to have her marked with my last name, knowing she was mine forever.

“How fast do you think we can plan a wedding?” I asked her, leaning back against the wall near the door.

She frowned. “I don’t know. A few months, at least. Raven’s took what—six months?”

“That’s too long to wait. I was thinking more like a few weeks.”

“Yeah, okay,” she snorted, rolling her eyes at me. “What’s with you? Why are you in such a rush? I thought we would wait until after the baby was born.”

“Not happening,” I told her point-blank. “I want my rings on your finger, you sharing my last name, and legally bound to me before this kid is born.”

“I repeat, why the rush?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, studying me.

“The rush is we don’t know what tomorrow brings.” I pushed away from the wall and crossed to her. She spread her legs as I moved between them, cupping my hands around her throat and using my thumbs to tilt her head back so our gazes locked. “I want you as my wife. Now, not tomorrow. I want the world to know that… You. Are. Mine.”

Love flashed in her eyes, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, locking me in place. “I know that I’m yours. Isn’t that enough?”

“Have you seen how beautiful you are?” I demanded incredulously. “Woman, every man looks at you and wants you for himself. I’m the lucky sonofabitch who has you, and I want to make sure they fucking know it.”

Her laugh was soft and precious. “And if I said I want you to wear a ring so the whole world—and more importantly, every woman alive—knows you are taken?”

“Baby, I’m tattooing a ring around this finger with your name. I’ll wear whatever the hell you want me to wear, and if any other woman even looks at me, I’ll tell her I married the most beautiful, amazing, sweetest girl in the universe.” I brushed my lips over hers, felt her soft gasp of air as it brushed over my mouth. “Marry me soon, Quinn. Please, I’m begging. Don’t make me wait.”

She pressed her forehead into my chest, her fingers clinging to my cut. “Okay,” she said without hesitation. “Let’s make it happen.”

Chapter 13

Rory

After cleaning up my mess in the bathroom, I opened the door to the bedroom and glanced out. Matt was sound asleep on our bed, snoring like a bear in the middle of hibernation. The past week had taken its toll on him, and last night was the first time he’d slept more than an hour or two since they’d found Tanner.