This is a short ONCE OFF Lucas POV. The story will go back to and remain in Max's POV.
Idk why you're still reading this book. It's a mess. I'm a mess.

Semi explicit towards the end. Just a warning Mom. Lol.

L U C A S • P O V

We got back to the hotel and let ourselves into Abby's room. I didn't want to go to Max's and be around everyone right now.

Abby could come back and I would let her in. Or I'd be asleep. Or I'd be arguing with Mills who was standing beside the window, twisting her long gorgeous hair around her hand.

My shirt was still covered in blood so I pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. 

There was no point in washing it. It was wrecked. It would go in the trash. Not that I was bothered. 

Seeing another man put his hands on Mills when she'd told him not to, it made me fucking furious. I leaned against the wall and ran a hand through my hair, tugging the strands in frustration. 

Dumb, pink haired little mother fucker.

Milly turned around and exhaled. "What do you want Lucas?" She said with a quiet voice. 

She'd stepped out of her heels and stood barefoot in her short little playsuit. The neckline plunged. Her cream legs were soft and strong. I was a goner for this girl. And she needed to know that.

"You," I breathed and stood up straighter. "Marry me?"

Her head snapped back. "What?"

"It doesn't have to be now. It doesn't have to be tomorrow. Or next week or next year. But just tell me that one day, you'll marry me. You'll be my wife. My forever."

Her gaze narrowed. "You did not just propose to me with blood on your fists, in the middle of a hotel lounge after a pub brawl?"

I laughed and walked towards her. "When I propose, it'll be epic. It'll blow your mind. You'll be swept off your feet."

I stopped in front of her and stared down at the woman that has been right in front of me for so long. 

She might not always be up front with her words. She might pretend as if she doesn't care. But it's to save herself. I know it is. The fact that after all this time, she's still here, proves to me that she loves me.

"Marry me?" I asked again.

She shook her head, her tongue pushed on the inside of her cheek as she stared at the floor. "You haven't even been in my knickers yet, Luc. I might be awful in bed. You might regret it."

"Not a chance," I said.

"Well, you might be."

"We both know that's not true."

"Your ears must be so full of shit from having your head so far up your own arse."

I grinned. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

She inhaled a deep breath and rolled her eyes. But she couldn't hide the smile that was tugging on the corner of her lips. 

She couldn't hide a single thing from me. I noticed it all. I'd never been so in tune to another person that I didn't share DNA with.

"Besides," I shrugged, running my fingertips down her arm. "Sex won't be the only thing I love about you. It's not even a factor right now."

"What else do you love about me?" She arched a brow and watched me as she slipped around my body and sat on the edge of the bed. "If we're going to get married, there better be a decent list."

"Well what do you love about me, Mills?" I shot back. "You're the one that keeps a lid on all of that emotion. Do you even love me?"

She watched me with frustration.  "Do I even love you? Nob-jockey. Of course I bloody do. I am madly in love with you. I love your stupid hair. I love how quick you come back in an argument. I love how much you love your family. I love that even when I tell you that I'm not hungry, you bring me something to eat regardless.

"I love that you'll fight for what you believe in. I love that you learn from your mistakes and do better. You're so aware of when you need to fix an issue. But who you are, your stupid sense of humour, never changes. I love that. As well as that damn sarcasm. 

"I love it when you watch a football match, you mimic the actions while you're shouting at the screen. Your daft bloody imaginary throwing and kicking. I love how you scratch that gorgeous head of hair while you study. Your brows pinch and you focus so hard, willing the answer to pop out of nowhere.

"I love that you leave such huge tips for the waiters when we go out for dinner and then tell them it was me. I love that little slouch in your shoulders when you're thinking with your head in your hands. I love how you hold my hand when you're driving with one hand on the wheel. I love that you love me. Out of all the beautiful girls that throw themselves at you all the damn time, you love me."

Milly was on the edge of tears. I could hear it in her voice. She'd never been so raw. It was in more than her words. It was in her voice. It was in her expression. 

She was standing in front of me now, having stood up during her declaration. Her shoulders were rising and falling with laboured breaths and my heart felt as if it had grown twice in size.

Low key so had my dick. But one thing at a time.

"Baby," I whispered and cupped her face, rubbing my thumb under her eye. "You are the most beautiful girl. My beautiful girl."

She leaned into my hand and smiled. It was soft and vulnerable. I wrapped an arm around her waist drawing her in with one hand still cupping her face. Her lips met mine and her kiss was more powerful than it ever had been. 

For all of those things she loved about me, I knew there were three more things I loved about her. Ten more things. One hundred. I loved every single thing about her. Even the things that drove me fucking insane were things I would never change.

She melted into my hold and I squeezed her tighter. I couldn't get her close enough. I stepped forward so that she stepped backwards and fell back on to the bed. Her legs went straight around my waist, her hands travelled my back, she arched herself upwards as I rubbed against her center.

She moaned into my mouth and I thrust down against her. My dick was thumping and I needed to get it the hell out of my fucking jeans. Which is about the time when we'd stop. 

But there was no stopping tonight. My mouth moved down her jaw, her neck, her chest. She moaned my name as she writhed  beneath me. I ripped the shoulders of her playsuit off and stood up so I could get the entire thing away from her gorgeous figure. She lifted her ass and I swept it off her legs and threw it to the side.

She sat up on the bed in her matching lace bra and underwear. "You're so damn gorgeous," I groaned as she grabbed the buckle on my jeans and started undoing them. 

Her hair was a mess already but she was perfect. I felt as if I was going to explode from how in love I was.

She pulled my jeans and boxers down and I sprung free. I was literally throbbing. A blowie would have been great but all I wanted was to be inside of her. Now.

I pushed her back and spread her legs before I gripped the edge of her underwear and ripped them down. I wasn't gentle. Nothing about the situation was gentle. 

We were desperate and frantic and she was practically whimpering as I knelt between her legs and lined up with her wet center. "Mhmm," I groaned into the crook of her neck. "You're nice and ready for me."

"Shut up," she cried as I kneeled up. "Of course I bloody am. I've been waiting forever. Now fu—"

Her words came to a halt as I slammed into her. Her lips parted and she threw her head back. There was no use even attempting to go slow. I didn't have it in me.

We'd make sweet gentle love one day. But it wasn't happening right now. "Marry me, Mills," I bit on her lobe and sucked the skin on her neck. "I want to love you like this for the rest of our lives."

"Yesssss."