Page 161 of Buckin' Around

Fuck.

Riley waits, her gaze studying my face as I swipe it up and compose myself. This emotion stuff is plain hard some days.

But the payoff is so worth it.

“Ba—” Riles starts.

I hold my free hand up.

I can do this.

The last chink in my vulnerability armor is about to be flattened and shined.

Her head tilts to one side as a small smile unfolds.

“Riles, baby . . . will you marry me?”

I haul in a breath.

She sinks to her knees, hands cupping my jawline.

I scan her expression as if I can read the answer in it.

“Spence,” she loses a wobbly sigh. “What took you so long?”

I gasp a relieved sound. “So, that’s a yes? Please tell me that’s a yes.”

“Of course it is, ye eejit. That’s the only word I know when it comes to you, Spencer Lockwood.”

Fucking hell.

I smash my mouth to hers and haul her into me.

Palms meet my chest as she puts a little space between us. “You sent me on a wild goose chase so you could scheme up this little moment?”

I’m grinning like a damn fool.

“Yes ma’am.”

She chuckles. “This is why I adore you more than I absolutely should.”

“Nah, Riles. You adore me just enough.”

Her brow raises, but her gaze drops as I slide the ring onto her finger.

“Oh . . . Spence.”

I cradle her face with my hands and brush a kiss to her lips.

“That’s not even the best part, baby.”

Cautious confusion filters over her face as she stands, and I follow.

“Alright...” she whispers. “I’ll bite. What’s the best part?”

“Well, first we have to be naked. Then...” I lead her into the living room to our little heaven.

Underneath the coffee table sits a cooler of fruit, can cream, and a couple bits and pieces I ordered online. A man needs a teammate from time to time. Tonight is supposed to be unforgettable for her. So I wasn’t taking any chances and ordered a few things from the adult shop.