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Opening his arms, he stayed leaning, bracing himself for her greeting. Dropping her bag on the sidewalk near his feet, she silently launched herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in tightly with her arms. They stayed like that for a few minutes, wrapped up in the comfort and love of the other’s embrace.

Slate slid his hand down to cup her ass, and his other up to thread into the hair at the back of her head, gripping it to pull her face out of his neck so he could capture her lips in a slow, soft kiss. “Ruby, baby, I missed you. God, I didn’t know how much I needed you until I couldn’t have you every day.” He kissed her again, slanting his lips over hers and teasing with his tongue until she granted him entry. Sliding his tongue along hers, he deepened the kiss, eating at her, working his mouth over hers again, fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her responses.

“Ruby, I love you.” He released his hold slowly, letting her slide down his front and swooping in to kiss her again when he felt the small swell of her belly between them. Slate reached into the pannier bag on the side of the bike, pulling out a small leather case. “Baby, you know me; I don’t do hearts and flowers, but I’ve told you for a long time that we are forever, yeah?”

She nodded at him, and he saw the tears gathering in her eyes. He continued, reaching out to touch her belly, covering that precious bump with the palm of his hand, fingers stretching across her from hip to hip possessively, “Marry me, Melanie Davidson. Give me you and our kids. I want you to be my family, baby. I love you.”

Opening the case, he pulled out the elegant but simple band, the red and white gemstones twinkling in the sunlight. “Rubies for your heart and heat, for my memories of you, for my love of you. My Ruby. My flame-haired beauty. Diamonds for our forever, protecting and holding our love. Baby, I love you. Marry me.” He slid the ring onto her finger, tugging her in close to him again, waiting for her response.

“Yes, Andrew Jones, I will marry you,” she told him solemnly, and then giggled. “Slate, babe...I love you too.” Wrapping his arms around her again, he buried his face in her neck and hair, feeling complete for the first time in his life.

***

Watching Ruby with Carmela, Slate shook his head, wondering how he had never put together that they were about the same age. When the women met yesterday, they’d bonded quickly; with each knowing the other’s story, there were no awkward explanations, simply a deep and mutual friendship.

Hearing footsteps coming up the path behind him, he turned to see Estavez approaching. “My friend,” he said in greeting, and Estavez responded with a raised hand, eyes focused on the women sitting at a table nearby, who were laughing and talking.

“Your Ruby is a priceless find, I think,” he said to Slate, turning to pin him to the chair with his eyes. “She is good for you.”

Laughing, Slate agreed with him, “That she is. She keeps me in line, brother.”

“My daughter is talking about coming to the wedding. Would I be welcome as well?” Estavez teased Slate.

“Of course you’re invited, man; you’re my brother,” he responded. “Ruby wants it to be soon, so we have plenty of time before Peanut gets here.”

Laughter sounded from behind him, and he saw Watcher stroll around to sit down next to him, “Peanut, man? That’s a sad name for a kid.”

“Shithead, you know what I mean. I can’t keep calling it ‘it,’ so Ruby suggested Peanut. That’s way better than anything I came up with.” Slate chuckled. “Will you come to the wedding, Watch?” he asked, and was relieved when he got a quick nod in response.

“Fuck yeah, man. A lot of the brothers have expressed an interest too. You need to plan on a big party, Slate,” he grinned, “all on your dime.”

“No doubt,” he responded, laughing again, “and happy to, man. Simply tell me whatcha need. I got this.”

Lying in bed that night with Ruby tucked in beside him, Slate couldn’t remember ever being so happy and content. He laughed when she reached up and traced her fingertips across his forehead. “What are you doing, baby?”

“You haven’t frowned once since I got here, is all. I like this, being here with you and your friends,” she said quietly. “Most of the guys in Fort Wayne aren’t your friends; they are your responsibility, and it shows on your face there.” He started to speak, but she quieted him, “Shhhhh. I get that it’s your place, they are your brothers, and there
are
friends there...but I’ve never seen you like this, and I kinda like it.” She smoothed her hands down his face, plucking at his lips with her fingertips and giggling. “You are all loose and relaxed,” she told him, plucking at his lips again, “even your mouth.” She leaned in for a quick kiss.

“Baby, not all of me is relaxed,” he whispered, pulling her hand down to his cock, hearing her soft intake of breath as she wrapped her fingers around the hardness she found there.

Pulling her towards him as he raised up on one elbow, he angled himself over her upper body, sliding one hand up her side slowly, gathering the material of her shirt and tugging it off over her head. “I want you, baby,” he whispered. “I need you. I always need you. God, I need to be inside you.” Kissing her softly, he felt her hand work its way up his torso, pulling at his shoulder, her other hand slowly stroking him.

Pushing his hand down her back and underneath her panties to caress the curve of her ass, he lifted her hips to him, trapping her hand between their bodies as he pressed her against him, feeling her grind into him with a roll of her hips. “Please, babe,” she murmured against his neck, licking her way along his skin.

Shifting to slide her panties down her legs, he raised her up as he moved to kneel between her legs, draping her calves over his thighs. She was open to him as he stroked up the inside of her thighs with his thumbs, his hands meeting over her pussy. He spread her open gently, watching as he touched her and his fingertips slid along her folds. Pressing the pad of one thumb over her clit, rolling and stroking, he pulled a soft gasp from her.

Slate bent forward at the waist, capturing one breast in his mouth and sucking deep. She made another soft noise, arching her back and pressing up into him, wrapping one arm around his head and cradling it to her chest. He released her nipple with a gentle kiss and shifted back to her mouth, unable to get enough of her body after being without her for so many nights.

He maintained a slow stimulation on her clit as he slid his thick middle finger inside her, biting down on her bottom lip as he felt her walls clench around him. Ruby’s hands had moved to his back, and he felt the first sting of nails against his flesh, welcoming the proof of her passion. “Baby, you feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmured against her lips, adjusting his position to lift up on one arm.

“Mine,” he whispered, letting his hard cock drag against her leg. Shifting, he settled between her hips, and as his tip grazed against her heat, he leaned on his elbows to raise both hands to cup her face. She reached between them, arching her head far back as she guided him to her entrance. She inhaled deeply when he rolled his hips, thrusting the head of his cock inside.

“Mine,” he repeated, bringing her face back to his and kissing her fiercely. Pressing his forehead against hers, he pushed into her, tantalizing them both with the slow glide of his cock against her inner walls.

Seated inside her, his balls resting against her ass, he shifted his hips, grinding against her clit with his pelvis. “Mine,” he muttered, feeling a sheen of sweat break across his back and shoulders. Holding himself still, he was waiting for the intake of breath that would tell him she was getting frustrated with the slow pace. His abdominal muscles were trembling with the strain of holding back, and he buried his head in her neck, biting her shoulder softly, and then trailing his tongue across it to take away the sting.

“Slate,” she breathed, her voice scarcely loud enough to hear, “move with me, babe, please.” Her breath puffed across his neck.

He smiled, knowing she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Buried as deep as he could get inside her, it still wasn’t close enough, and he wanted to possess her, to feel her hands on him, have her mouth under his. “Love you, baby,” he hummed as he started to move.

Moving slowly at first, he felt the subtle drag of his engorged head as he slid in and out of her with full, long strokes. He felt her fingers cupping his ass, pulling him deeper. Adjusting his position, he began the short, deep thrusts he knew were guaranteed to push her closer to her climax.

Gasping for breath, she moved underneath him, her heels pushing restlessly at the mattress, lifting her hips up to meet him. “Slate,” she whispered, and he felt the heat of her mouth as she took his earlobe between her teeth gently. Her hands were grasping at his shoulders and back, sliding up from his ass so one could cup around the back of his neck. Slate felt the sting on his back again, and knew she’d marked him; he was used to the pain from those little wounds, loved using them to gauge where she was in her intimate response.

“Come for me, baby,” he called to her, moving steadily between her thighs, the sounds of their lovemaking filling the room. Kissing her again, he gasped against her mouth. “Baby…God…Ruby, please, take me with you, baby. Come for me.” He increased the speed of his thrusts.

Feeling the fluttering of her inner muscles around his cock, he thrust deep and held, letting her explode around him, clenching him tightly. Her legs tensed, heels digging into the mattress again as her arms tightened around him. Her breath hitched as she moaned deep in her throat, and he knew she was there with him as he started moving again, fast and deep, wanting to share this with her.

His orgasm rode hard down on him, the tingling beginning at the base of his spine, crawling around and through his balls, drawing them up tight against his body as he came deep inside her. “Fuck, baby, now. God, I love you, Ruby. My Ruby. Mine. My wife, my life.” He shuddered and thrust hard, flexing on top of her with the powerful effects of coming apart inside her. “I love you,” he said as he slowly recovered from his climax, resting his head against hers again.

Long minutes later, he lay down beside her, smiling as she made that disappointed noise when he slid out of her. Pulling her close, he kissed the side of her head and neck, then laid his head down on the pillow. He was nearly asleep when he felt her move; frowning, he tightened his arm around her. “Baby, where you goin’?”

“Bathroom,” she whispered, so he released her. A few minutes later, he felt the sheet being pulled back, and rolled over to find her standing above him with a warm, wet washcloth in her hands. “Let me clean you up, babe,” she said softly, and gently attended to his cock, laughing quietly as he began stirring to hardness again at the ministering of her hands. She leaned over, stroking and kissing the head of his cock softly, then she spoke to it. “Not right now, mister. Mamma’s kinda tired.”

He laughed out loud. “Baby, you talking to my cock?” he asked, rolling his head across the pillow to look at her.

“Maybe,” came her laughing response.

“Well, if you don’t want ‘mister’ to be bothering you in a couple of minutes, you need to get your hands and mouth off him,” he told her, reaching up to pull her down beside him, holding her so her head was on his chest.

He laughed again a few minutes later, the movement of his chest disturbing her until she asked sleepily, “What?”

“Just telling you now, putting it out there…you talking to my cock is cute, baby, but I’m not having a conversation with your pussy. It’s going to be having my babies, and I don’t want to know what it has to say.” He cut his eyes down to her face, taking in her lips curving into a wide smile and her still closed eyes. “Love you, baby,” he whispered, his heart growing full when he heard her respond, “I love you too, Slate...and your Mr. Cock.”

***

Annoyed, Slate took a drink of his coffee, looking out across the restaurant and away from her. “No,” he clipped to Ruby,
still refusing to look at her.

“Slate—” s
he started, but he cut her off.

“I fucking said no, Ruby. Subject closed,” he growled at her, slapping the palm of one hand onto the table next to his cup, making it jump. “Where’s the fucking waitress?”

She sat in the seat across from him, her chin tipped up stubbornly, green eyes flashing across the table. Standing, she quickly moved and sat next to him, determinedly pressing her hip and leg against his. “I don’t want to fight,” she got out fast. “I love you.”

He snorted. “I love you too, baby, but this is a no-go for me.”

“We’re nearly halfway there now,” she cajoled. “I’d like to meet your mother, Slate.”

Rubbing his forehead with fingers and thumb, he then pointed to his face. “See that? I’m frowning again,” he told her, “and it’s your fault.”

“Babe,” she scolded, “I know what you’ve told me. I know you don’t have a good relationship with your mom. I’m the last person to judge, and you know that—I’ve told you about my parents—but you also told me she’s sober now, and I want to meet her.”

“Not happening, baby,” he said softly,
resting one palm on her thigh.

She sighed and said, “Okay, then I’ll simply have to invite her to the wedding,” and laughed as his head fell back and he groaned out loud.

Five hours later, Slate pulled the bike up to the curb at the address he’d gotten from GeeMa. It was a tidy looking little house, freshly painted and well cared for, sitting on a small lot in a nice neighborhood. He felt Ruby’s arms loosen their hold on his waist, and turned to slip a hand around her neck, pulling her close for a quick kiss.

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