Chapter 10 #2
The snort that came out of her mouth was far from ladylike.
“Understatement of the century,” she quipped.
Becks squeezed his hands. “I don’t want you to ever think I settled for you, Ghost. Or that I married you to spite Ritchie.
I didn’t. I care about you—more than I should, given how little we’ve known each other. ”
“I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me if I thought either of those things were true, Rebel.
And I certainly wouldn’t have had—how did you put it?
—unprotected sex multiple times with you.
” He sat up, sliding her down onto his lap.
Becks felt his dick against her ass twitch and start to grow.
“You don’t have to justify marrying me to anyone, including me.
Was it spontaneous and a little nuts? Yeah, probably.
” He lifted a hand to cup the side of her face. “But I’ll never regret it.”
She leaned closer to press her lips to his. “Me either.” Then scrunched her nose as she added, “But I am going to have to put a cap on sex for tonight. I’m starting to get a little sore.”
This, however, did not deter Ghost in the slightest. “The list of things I want to do to your body are endless, wife. And if you think penetrative sex is the only type of sex we can have, then you’re in for a rude awakening.”
Becks barely had a chance to process that before he flipped her onto the bed on her back and settled himself low between her legs. Her eyes widened when his mouth aimed for her pussy. “Wait! We’ve had sex since we last showered.”
Ghost lifted his head, looking honestly confused. “And?” he prompted.
She blinked. “Um, shouldn’t I… I mean, I need to wash again.”
Ghost snorted. “I want to taste you, Rebel, not hotel soap,” he declared before dropping his head down.
Ghost considered it a point of pride that he made his wife scream so loudly on their wedding night that hotel security was called. Twice. The next morning, he had a delivery of clothing sent to their room so Becks could get dressed, then they took the motorcycle a few miles away to an outlet mall.
While Becks picked out their rings, because Ghost didn’t care and wanted her to have whatever she desired for them, Ghost stood outside the store and called the club.
Lucky answered. “Have you lost your fudging mind?” the VP growled in place of a ‘hello’. Based on the fact that he censored his words, Ghost guessed he had one or more of his children with him.
“If I recall correctly, you knew you were going to marry Harper within minutes of meeting her,” Ghost said, his hackles rising.
“She wasn’t engaged to someone else! And she wasn’t my best friend’s sister, Ghost!”
Ghost refused to feel guilty over that. He did owe Ranger after Ghost and Becks had basically abandoned him to clean up the botched wedding, but he would never apologize for claiming Becks. Not even to her brother.
“I don’t, and didn’t, give a shit,” Ghost snapped. “I knew from the second I saw her that she was mine, and I walked away. Do you have any idea how hard that was for me?”
Lucky paused. Ghost heard what sounded like a cabinet closing in the background. “No,” Lucky finally stated. “I wouldn’t have given Harper up for anything.”
“I did,” Ghost reiterated, softer. He turned to look at Becks through the window of the jewelry store. She was bent over the glass display standing while speaking with the saleswoman. “She asked me to, and I walked away.”
“You also went back for her,” Lucky reminded him. At least the man wasn’t yelling anymore.
“It was pointed out to me that she didn’t know all the facts. Apparently men are ‘stupid’ and women aren’t mind readers.”
Lucky chuckled. “Honestly, I think it’s more like selective mind reading.
I don’t know how Harper knows the things she does, or maybe she’s just an incredible guesser, but she scares me sometimes.
” Lucky said something quieter about going to play while Daddy’s on the phone, and Ghost guessed he was home with Conner and Stephanie.
“Look, you and Ranger are as close as brothers. He’s going to be your VP one day.
I’d hate for you to burn that over a woman. ”
“She’s not just ‘a woman’,” Ghost informed his current VP through his teeth. “She’s my woman, and she’ll get the respect she deserves because of that. And if Ranger doesn’t like it, then he answers to me.”
“Just don’t say anything you’ll regret,” Lucky advised, his voice hinting caution. “But she is his sister.”
Ghost tried to keep the gravel out of his words as he said, “And she’s my wife.”
“Fair enough,” Lucky said, seeming done playing Devil’s advocate. “When are you coming back?”
“Tomorrow. I need to pick up another helmet, and plan to make a pit stop in Tennessee.” Ghost checked the window again. Becks was holding her hand up to the light while looking at a ring on her finger. His heart did a little skip when she smiled, and he knew she’d found the ring she wanted.
As if she sensed his gaze, she looked over her shoulder at him—and that smile grew even wider. She waved him inside enthusiastically. Ghost nodded but held up his finger to indicate he needed another minute.
“I have to go. Becks just found our rings,” he told Lucky, a point of pride in his voice. “Get some prospects in touch with Ranger. Becks’ things need to be moved into our house by the time we get there tomorrow. They’re already packed up at her mom’s house.”
“Whatever you say, boss,” Lucky retorted. “Go get your ring. Demo already put an order in for her cut, too.”
Smart man, Ghost silently complimented his treasurer. “Appreciate it,” Ghost said before hanging up the phone as he headed inside. Slipping the phone into the front pocket of his jeans, he walked up to Becks and kissed her on the temple. “Find one you like?”
She covered up her hand, holding it to her chest. “I’m torn. I love this one, but not sure it’s you.”
Ghost had no idea what that meant. “If you love it, then that’s the one we’ll get.”
“They have a black gold version if you prefer.”
Again, Ghost had no clue what she was talking about.
He’d never owned a ring or a necklace or any jewelry in his life.
The closest thing he had was his dog tags.
“Babe, I didn’t even know there was a color called ‘black gold’.
So just choose what you want because you love it.
” He’d seen her expression in the window, and knew even if it meant his matching ring was bright neon pink, that he would wear it.
Becks had said that she wanted to get couples rings, meaning that her engagement and wedding rings would match his ring.
She’d claimed she didn’t need an engagement ring either, but Ghost reminded her that they technically were engaged for a total of thirteen minutes.
To which she laughed and said she’d see what she could find.
Lowering her other hand, Becks raised her left in front of them. On her ring finger was a single silver band, thicker than Ghost expected, with a diamond in the center. Ghost was about to ask where her engagement ring was too when the saleswoman started talking.
“This model is white gold, eighteen karat bands.” She pointed to a bigger, wider band on a satin cloth on the top of the display cabinet in front of her. “It is a European style with a half carat princess diamond embedded in the lady’s band.”
“Half carat?” Ghost inquired. He didn’t know much about rings, but thought that seemed—he wasn’t sure—low, maybe?
“I don’t need anything flashy,” Becks said quickly, like she was defending her decision. “It’s beauty is subtle, and I love that. Plus,” she added, “it’s like a twofer. The diamond can also make it my engagement ring.”
“We have more expensive—” The saleswoman started, but Ghost cut her off by holding up her hand. She smartly closed her mouth instead of pressing the sale.
Ghost stepped in front of Becks, blocking the other woman from her view.
“I don’t give a fuck about anyone’s opinion but yours,” he told her.
“Don’t think about the price or tradition or anything else.
” He held up her hand, pressing it to his chest in front of her.
“Is this it? Is this your wedding ring, because once we buy it, it’s never coming off your hand. Is this your ring, Rebecca Keir?”
Her green eyes lit up at her new name. “This is my ring, Ghost. My only hesitation was if you wanted the white gold too, or would feel more comfortable with the black gold.”
He still had no idea what that meant, but thought it ridiculously sweet that she was trying to be considerate of his feelings.
Emphasis on ridiculous, because he only cared for her happiness.
“Then this is your ring.” He picked up her hand to bring it to his lips for a kiss.
Turning to the saleswoman, he asked, “We’ll take them. What do you need from us?”
“Excellent!” the woman’s eyes practically lit up with cartoon dollar signs. “I’ll need to get you sized. Your fiancée—”
“Wife,” he corrected.
She blinked. “Oh!” There was a small pause, like she was trying to figure out why they were shopping for wedding bands after the wedding.
When Ghost didn’t launch into a thrilling tale of true love and white steeds, she cleared her throat and moved on.
“Yes. So, next step would be getting them sized. We also have the option of engraving them.”
Ghost let Becks handle that part, because he had no preference.
The ring she had on her finger was slightly too small, his was too big, and Becks did choose to have them engraved, which meant they would not be taking them home with them.
Once the saleswoman processed the transaction, they left the store.
They were sitting down at a restaurant for lunch when Becks said, “You didn’t even look at her.”
Ghost looked up from his menu where he’d been eyeing the triple-stack, bacon burger with a fried egg. “What?”
“The saleswoman at the jewelry store. She was flirting with you.”