Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) by Crystal Kaswell Read Free Book Online

the motorcycle. Do you have any idea how many organs we get from motorcycle accidents?" She shakes her head. "Will you give up the motorcycle if I ask?"
    "If that's the only way you'll offer your blessing," I say.
    Meg turns to me. She raises a brow. "Really?"
    I nod. "I have all the excitement I need with you, Princess."
    "And you have enough money to buy another dangerously fast car." Meg laughs. "You don't fool me. I know you crave speed."
    I stare into Meg's bright brown eyes. "I'd give it up for you. I'd give up anything for you."
    "Miles." Her fingers curl around my hands. "Don't talk like that."
    "I'm a man of my word. I won't think about leaving the band. But you always come first." Fuck. My cheeks are burning. I don't do affection in front of other people. Not even in front of my fiancée’s parents.
    I can do it when I'm in control. But here, I'm fucking powerless. If I don't convince Susan, this is off. And God knows how Meg will react to that.
    Life is good now. Hard sometimes, but good. It can't change. Not again.
    I can feel Meg's eyes on me. Hell, I can hear her sighing. My eyes meet hers. She might as well be screaming, Oh my God, you're adorable .
    Damn, this must be how she feels all the time.
    No wonder she used to get all pissy when I called her adorable.
    This is awful.
    Susan lets out a friendly laugh. "You're such a sweet young man, Miles. I know you don't want anyone to think that about you, but it's true."
    Dammit, I can't control this. I'm still blushing.
    Meg pulls out her cellphone and takes a picture. "No one will believe this happened."
    I fold my arms. I'm usually on the other side of this kind of poking. The only way to make it stop is to pretend it doesn't bother you.
    Deep breath. I keep cool.
    Meg laughs. Susan too.
    Douglass looks at me with solidarity.
    Susan pulls a small box from her purse and sets it on the table. "I'm not going to tell either of you how to live your lives. This is fast, but sometimes, you know something is right." She wipes a tear from her cheek. "Megara, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you for completing your first semester of medical school. If you want to marry this man, I'm happy for you. I'll be happier if you wait, but I'm happy now." She wipes another tear from her eye. "I'm going to be a crying mess."
    "Mom." Meg squeezes her mother's hand. "I love you. Thank you." She looks at her father. "You too, Dad. We still... it's not final yet, but if it is, will you walk me down the aisle?"
    Douglass starts crying, full-on bawling. It's the most emotion I've ever seen from him.
    "Of course." He nods.
    Susan pulls the lid off the box. There are two rings inside. Both are platinum. "Your friend, Thomas."
    Meg sticks her tongue out. "Thomas? You mean Tom?"
    Susan nods.
    "Thomas makes him sound so... polite."
    "He was very polite," Susan says. "He seems like a nice young man."
    Meg bursts into laughter. "Mom, he..." She shakes her head. Her eyes meet mine. "Can you believe this?"
    "The man can have a cock piercing and be perfectly polite," I say.
    Susan laughs. Douglass has that oh fuck, ow look of sympathy pain.
    Meg hides behind her palms. That's better.
    Susan shakes her head. "You two seem happy. That makes me happy. And Tom really did seem nice. He was gushing about his wife. His wedding sounded nice." She lets out a dreamy sigh. "Hawaii on the beach. You sure you don't want to do that? Maybe... in five years?"
    Meg squeezes my hand. "We want to do it soon."
    Susan pushes the rings forward, giving us a better view. "He gave me your ring sizes. These were made in the same style as your father's and mine were." She wipes back another tear. "They're our present to you, if you'd like to use them. We won't be hurt if you decide you'd rather choose your own rings."
    "Do you have a best man, son?" Douglass asks.
    Fuck, that's a decision that will ruffle some feathers.
    "You should have the guys share it," Meg says, "or give it to Tom."
    "He's married," I say.
    "So?" Meg shoots