James (Resisting Love #3)(33)

“Thanks, Chase,” I tell him.

“He was lucky. I’m glad he’s not risking himself like this anymore,” he says, pulling out his phone as it rings. He steps out to talk and I take Jye to see James. I lay my son down next to his father, and as they talk quietly, I thank god that James is alive.

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Chapter Seventeen


One month later


Sasha

James’ fingers grip onto my hips, his fingers clenching and releasing with each fevered thrust I take. I change the motion, moving up and down, loving it when James growls his approval. My breathing quickens as I see the wicked glint in his eyes, and before I know it, he flips me over, still inside of me, and takes control. We find release together, moaning against each other’s lips.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too,” I say.

“I love that you’re on the pill,” he says, breaking the moment. I pinch him on his butt, his shit-eating grin making me giggle.

“You’re so romantic, James,” I tease. He moves off me, sliding into the bed next to me.

“How would you feel about another baby?” he asks me quietly, cutting through the silence.

“Um,” I say articulately. The truth is, I'd love another baby. But shouldn’t we be married first? James always told me he wanted to marry me one day, so I know he isn’t opposed to marriage.

“You don’t?” he asks, suddenly sounding unsure.

“No, I mean. I do. You know I love children,” I tell him.

“So talk to me, Sasha,” he encourages, rubbing his finger down my spine.

“Don’t you want to marry me?” I blurt out. I notice James stiffen, and squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I could take back what I just said.

“Sasha-”

“It’s okay.”

“Listen to me, pretty girl. I do want to marry you. In fact, I bought you ring a long time ago,” he says.

“Then, why?” I ask in confusion, snuggling my face into the hollow of his throat.

“I was waiting for the perfect time,” is all he offers as explanation.

“Any time is the perfect time,” I grumble.

James chuckles, and sits up, turning to dig into the top drawer.

“You’re a secret master mind at hiding things,” I say dryly, mad I hadn’t snooped through there before.

“Well, you didn’t find it, now did you?” he boasts. He opens the black velvet box and a beautiful ring stares back at me. White gold with a princess cut diamond as big as a rock.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, my eyes huge in my face.

“Sasha Crawford. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and I will never stop. You are my soul mate, my better half. Will you marry me?” he asks me.

“Of course I will!” I practically squeal as he puts the ring on my finger.

“It’s beautiful,” I say adamantly.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says, a proud smile on his handsome face.

“I love anything from you, James.” It’s true. Hell, he could give me one of those two dollar machine rings for all I care.

“Put your hands on the headboard Sasha,” he demands.

I instantly comply.

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Chapter Eighteen


James


“You need to tell her, James,” Chase lectures, not for the first time.

“Like you told Layla?” I fire back.

“That was different. And you saw how that played out,” Chase says wisely. He’s right, too. I need to tell Sasha. I’m just dreading her reaction. I never planned on proposing to her the other night, it just happened. The timing still isn’t right, but that moment was perfect. I love her so damn much it almost hurts.

“The golden boy is in shit,” Kade teases in a sing-song voice. He bends over to play his shot.

“I have one word for you, Kade,” I say tonelessly.

“What?” he asks in a wary tone.

“Ashley.”

I ignore Chase as he bursts out laughing. They're playing each other at a game of pool, and I’m waiting to verse the winner.

“Does Sasha know what you’ve done on this pool table? Or who? Hell, do you even know who?” Kade barks out, shaking his head with amusement.

“Thank you both for your life altering advice,” I say dryly.

“Just be honest. I can just imagine Layla yelling at me when this shit comes out,” Chase grumbles. Kade makes the noise of a whip.

“Pot, meet kettle.” Chase laughs at Kade.

“Oh please, Nikki knows who’s the boss,” Kade scoffs. Chase shoots in the black ball, winning the game. I stand up and get my cue ready.

“Maybe we should do a trip over there, sort it out?” Chase offers. My brother has always made my problems his own, ever since the day I was born.

“Your women going to let you out to play?” I ask dryly.

“Will yours?” Kade counters.

“I think the question is, do I want to leave her, even if it’s for a few days.” Another whip noise from Kade.

“You needa sort this out, bro,” Chase says as he breaks.

“I know. That reminds me, I needa call mum and tell her that her youngest and favourite son is getting married,” I say with a grin.