Page 67 of His Loyal Rebel

Her head fell forward between her arms as more of his weight pressed down on her. Every muscle in her body pulsed in a slow, heavy beat, squeezing out every bit of pleasure.

Then, her arms gave up. Her knees slid, and she plopped face first on the mattress with Whip laying on top of her.

Her breath left her body in a whoosh.

Whip's chuckle vibrated through her before he slipped his cock out of her and rolled to the side. She turned her head, reaching for him, and smiled.

His gaze softened. She sighed in contentment.

He'd confessed that he loved her, but she hadn't said it back to him. It wasn't that she was slower to discover what they had between them.

She was afraid of disappointing another person in her life.

If he stopped loving her, he'd shatter her heart.

He picked up her hand and held her fingers to his lips. As he kissed her, he closed his eyes, and that softening he only gave to her opened her mouth.

She blurted, "I love you."

He rolled to his side, facing her, and smoothed her hair off her forehead. "I'm claiming you in front of the club."

"Huh?" She lifted her head. "What's that mean?"

"It means you'll get every benefit Tarkio offers. If something happens to me—"

"Don't talk like that," she said.

"It needs to be said." His voice lowered. "If something happens to me, you'll get the money from the pot every month that was due to me, and Priest will make sure you're protected."

She sat up in bed. "That's not necessary. I have a job."

"You can keep your job or not. That's up to you." He rolled his stomach muscles and sat up, putting his legs over the side of the bed. "You'll be safe. If I'm not around, none of the members will touch you. They'll protect you like a sister."

Okay, that was cool. She reached for her discarded shirt. While staying here, she could see how the ladies belonging to the members were treated differently compared to the other women, like her sister.

"As soon as this shit with Cusclan is tapped down, I'll get us into a house." He stood and threw away the condom and hitched his jeans over his hips, buckling his belt.

"Aren't we going a little fast?" She scooted off the bed and searched for her panties and shorts. "I can't keep up with you."

"Life's short, sis. I've already wasted enough years." He glanced at her, lowering his gaze to her midsection. "I'm going to put a baby in your belly."

Her snort turned into a cough, and she sat back down on the bed. "Are you asking me to have a baby?"

The thought overwhelmed her. And, excited her.

She'd never given the idea of having a baby of her own a single thought before because she couldn't imagine herself in a committed relationship.

"If you want to tie the knot first, that's good, too." He slipped his pistol into the back of his jeans, underneath the waistband. "You can talk to my sister about that. She'd know who we need to contact."

"Whip?"

He stopped. "What?"

"Can I just enjoy today?" She remained on the bed, her shoulders rounding. "It was a pretty big thing for me to say I love you."

His mouth relaxed, and he came to her. Sitting beside her on the bed, he gathered her hand in his.

"It's a huge fucking deal to me, too, sis." He inhaled deeply. "It means everything."