Outlaw's Bride (31 page)

“Ladies, brothers, friends,” Blackjack began. “I could say a lot of things about these two. I could prattle on about how they were meant to be, fated to have a life, a love, and a child together by some wild magic sent from Valhalla. But this club's always had more eloquent ways to celebrate two of our own tying the knot, and so do I.”

A couple men snickered in the audience. “Roman, today you become a man. You become whole. You've proved yourself to this club over and over again, and nobody will ever doubt you. I know you'll do the same with this woman.”

I watched Roman's eyes lock tight to Blackjack's as the Prez spoke louder. “Defend her. Love her. Own her. This day, you take your old lady in the last way, the best way, the deepest way. You take her as your wife. Last chance to back out, son.”

“No fucking way,” Roman growled, grabbing my hand. “I want this forever. I do.”

I smiled. A thousand degrees of heat raged through me, especially when Blackjack's dark, serious eyes turned on me.

“Sally, I don't need to talk about your duties. You already know you're obliged to help our brother, love him, no matter what may come. In blood, in sweat, in death, he's your husband. Your old man. In life, he's the best damned friend and lover you'll ever have.”

I lost it there, reached up to wipe one eye. I looked between Blackjack and Roman. Each time the President spoke his stern words, Roman nodded sharply, all incredible promises flashing in his eyes.

“Squeeze his hand tighter. Take a moment to feel him. Remember, lady, this thing's going to be forever. You're already bound by blood, the first child of many you'll have. Are you ready to be bound by law and brotherhood too?”

“Yes,” I croaked, taking a second to stabilize my voice. “Of course I am. He's the only one I'll ever want. I love you, Roman. I do.”

The old man nodded, his gray hair tied back neatly. We knew what was coming next.

I watched as Roman reached into the little box Brass held out next to him, already open. He plucked out the ring. I didn't realize how crazy big and bright it was until he pushed it on my finger.

The thing was almost
heavy
, studded in sharp cut diamonds like stars in a halo of golden sunlight. My knees almost dropped out, but I held on, forced myself to squeeze my old man's fingers tight.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “It's amazing.”

Smiling, Blackjack turned to the stranger behind him. “Angus, get up here. Finish it off for these kids.”

The thin man cupped his hands over his mouth, covering his long mustache. “By the power vested in me by the state of California, you're man and wife. Start locking lips so we can kick off this party!”

Brothers cheered. Roman didn't wait for another word.

In a flash, his hands locked around me tight, pulled me in, buried me in his eager, powerful heat. The storm on my lips drowned out all the manic celebrations surrounding us.

I didn't think he had it in him to kiss me harder than all the times before, but he did. Oh, yes.

His lips plowed mine, possessed me, took total control of what was eternally
his.

And I kissed him, shoving my tongue against his, feeling him as he led me on a dizzying taste of everything to come. Everything below my waist tensed as his tongue pistoned in and out of my mouth, conquering me, promising me hell between the sheets for the honeymoon.

I couldn't come up for air. His hands kept me hooked to his body, the same as his lips, and he kissed me so long and hard my nails raked his jacket.

“Fuck, babe,” he snarled, coming up for air at last. “You kiss me like that again, and we won't even stick around for the reception.”

I was about to do it, just to tease him, when Brass and Missy got up between us. Missy rubbed against me like an overgrown kitten. She couldn't hug me with Caleb smiling in her arms.

“Congratulations, girl! I can't believe this. Thanks for taking charge too. You know there's probably going to be a few more weddings around here now that somebody's finally tied the knot?” She flashed Brass a wicked look.

I laughed, and reached out to stroke my son's little chin. Caleb giggled, grabbing at my fingers. It was strange to think my new husband and I had already created the greatest gift two people could.

Jesus, my husband. I looked at him, and I still couldn't believe it.

But the crazy scene in front of us didn't lie, and neither did the bank busting ring on my finger. I knew he did well for himself when he got the house, but I didn't know the club's profit share went so far.

“Fucking congrats, brother.” I walked up next to Roman just in time to hear Brass talking. “You sure you wanna take that limo ride after all? You're gonna be driving that truck a helluva lot more once you pump out a few more kids.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes. “That'll take some time. Besides, he's got to keep up on riding for the MC, and I won't get in the way. We're pretty happy getting used to all this with just Caleb. It's not like we'll be a huge family overnight.”

Roman shot me a wild look like I'd just said the sky was pink. “Babe, it's happening a lot quicker than you think. We'll adjust. We're gonna have the biggest family in this town.”

I laughed, even though I knew he was deadly serious. Hell, so was I. He'd find out soon about the surprise I had waiting for him. I reached for his hand and squeezed, wiggling my fingers against his.

Love can be a powerful thing. Here, it was so potent I'd really try to give him as many kids as he wanted. He'd already saved our lives several times over, and it only seemed right that he got to take charge of a few more.

“Unbe-fucking-lievable!” Rabid bounced forward with Christa at his side, shoving aside the VP, grasping Roman's huge free hand in both of his and shaking it like mad. “You're a married man! You got any idea what that means?”

Roman chuckled. “I think I do after being up here at the altar. You'd better be next in line, brother.”

He looked at Christa. She wrinkled her scarred face, but something about the glint in her eyes told me she wanted it.

“It'll happen soon,” he growled, pulling on her hand. “Shit, it's all roses from here, isn't it? The cartel's off our ass, and business is ready to boom! We're finally living the dream, bro. Fucking
finally.
”

They shared a long, intense look, and it was like I could see a hundred terrifying old battles unfolding in their eyes. A hundred battles, won and buried, but never forgotten.

All the sweat, all the blood, all the pain had brought us all together.

Then somebody started tugging on my long white skirt, and I swirled around. A small ball of excitement jumped up and threw her arms around my neck.

“My daughter! Welcome to the family!” Julie Forker nearly put her giant son to shame with the choke hold she had on me.

I nearly tripped on my heels after all and went crashing to the ground. Roman noticed at the last second and pulled me up by the waist, swatting his mother's greedy hands away.

“Ah, ma! Let her breathe.”

“I'm just so excited! Somebody pinch me!” she squealed. “I never thought I'd see my son...married.”

“Well, you got a grandkid quicker too, ma, and Caleb's gonna be the first of many. Hope you're ready for him tonight.”

“Oh, where is the little angel? I want to pick him up now, if that's all right. I promise I'll keep him fed and happy while you're gone for the next week. I raised you, didn't I?”

Something about her smile made me laugh. Roman clenched his jaw, suppressing a smile, and pointed to the baby in Missy's arms.

“He's over there. Go get him, grandma.”

She took a few quick steps away, and then stopped and looked back at us over her shoulder. “Wow. I wish your father could see all this, son.”

“So do I,” Roman said, barely a whisper.

Roman looked at me and stopped. Next thing I knew, those huge, world lifting hands were around me again, but this time they were lifting me up. I howled and kicked my heels, trying not to lose them.

He carried me through the last of the crowd. I reached out and cupped hands with a few grinning cousins, tears in the women's eyes. The wire cage Norm still had around his head bobbed over everybody, and he got his hand into mine too. I smiled when I saw the genuine happiness in his eyes, the giddy and proud spark that said,
congratulations, cuz.

“Hey, hey! Not so hard. You don't want to tear this thing, do you?” I whimpered in Roman's ear.

“Babe, we'd better head to the car right now, or else I'm gonna tear it off and fuck you on the floor. No lie.”

I leaned up and we shared another long kiss. Honestly, his crude as hell suggestion didn't sound half bad.

As pretty as this ivory white dress with the bitch heels could be, it was starting to feel like an over-fastened corset, and it was definitely coming off tonight, one way or another.

The limo jerked forward about ten minutes later, surrounded by the roar of our escort from the brothers on their bikes. Blackjack rode in front, and everybody else on the sides, behind him, or else several paces back, forming a long line to the luxury lodge just outside Redding.

I watched Roman chug down a glass of champagne in one swoop, while I'd barely touched mine. “Uh, you know you're supposed to savor the flavor, right? That stuff's like three hundred dollars a bottle!”

He laughed. “Whatever. Doesn't go down half as hot as Jack.”

“Give me a chance. I'll make you a little more civilized now that you're my husband,” I said with a wink, sipping the drink. The sweet, fizzy bubbles swirled in my mouth, mingling with his lingering taste, deliciously pleasant.

“Put that shit down, babe,” he said, unfastening my seat belt and jerking me onto his lap. “You think I've got no taste? That I don't know how to savor anything? I'll show you right fucking now how wrong you are. Just because we're married doesn't mean you know everything about me, woman.”

Holy shit.
I tried to guard my dress as he reached up it, his rough hand brushing my thigh, passing above the sleek white stockings clinging to my skin. He went straight for my panties, and had them down in one rough jerk.

“Lay the fuck down. Put your legs up.” He pushed two stiff fingers inside me, and I groaned, trying to close my thighs and completely failing.

“Roman! The driver...it's not that long to get to this place either. You really think this is a good idea?”

You really think it's not happening?
the look he wore told me.

“Open up, Sally, and keep sipping that gold stuff in the crystal. Unless you want me to keep these in my pocket all through the reception.” He held my panties up, balled in his hand, white lace that was already soaked.

I almost died at the thought. My trembling legs parted, and his hands cupped my ass, squeezing me and dragging me to his face.

I prayed the driver couldn't see us behind the dark tinted privacy glass. I also wished to God the heavens would open up and explain how he made me feel like a blushing virgin all the time, even after we'd fucked close to a hundred times and he'd knocked me up.

Yep, I kept count too. Tonight, we'd be on number eighty-seven, and well over the hundred mark by the time the week was over.

I knew his appetites. He knew mine. And right now, he dug in, forcing his rough face between my legs, sliding his tongue up and down my folds. His teeth found my clit, pulled it tight, and all my concerns melted like the carbonated elegance rippling in my mouth.

Time distorted as his tongue worked my pussy, edging me closer and closer to climax. It didn't take long. I'd never get tired of this man's mouth on my clit.

Something about seeing him in that suit, thrusting against me with the same mad vigor he'd always had, sent me over the edge.

I came hot, fast, and
hard
.

I reached up, careful to avoid the shiny new ring on my finger, and stuffed my fist into my mouth. It was all I could do not to scream.

Roman didn't care about staying silent. He growled his satisfaction as my muscles convulsed, sending me to ecstasy, making me squirm and rock and thrash against his face. His powerful hands held me down, held me open, kept the pleasure coming strong.

It took what seemed like forever to come out of the hot white heat. When I did, an insatiable fire tore through my veins. I wanted him inside me.

My mouth, my pussy, my ass. Anything was game.
Everything
belonged to my old man now, and I wanted to give it to him in spades.

I reached between my legs and felt the massive bulge beneath his trousers. I shifted my legs, fumbling with his zipper.

“Babe, we're almost there...” Roman looked out the window.

I looked at him and winked. “I know you need it. Now, who's getting camera shy?”

Jesus, he was hard, like warm steel, and I wanted him inside me until he melted into slag. I brought my lips to his, flicking my tongue into his mouth, feeling for the zipper.

Then there was a clicking sound, and we were bathed in evening light. The neat dressed man who'd been hired to play chauffeur coughed uncomfortably.

“Fucking hell.” Roman gently pushed me away, and handed my panties to me. “Put those things back on, babe. You've earned it. We've gotta go.”

On our way out of the car, he leaned over to me, and grinned. “Better Jeeves here than the brothers. They'd have never stopped giving me shit for fucking you in the backseat on a ten minute ride. Not that they'll do any better when they finally get hitched.”

Arm in arm, we smiled for the brothers and old ladies flashing cameras, and went inside.

Our first dinner as a married couple went by in a blur. The men were getting rowdy by the end, hitting the dance floor with their girls.

Even the whores like Twinkie got in on the action, swinging around and giggling as Asphalt hurled her around the floor, snatching her close for a thick, drunken kiss.

Everybody congratulated us again. We waited for the liquor to keep flowing so we could make our exit unseen. By the end, things were turning
really
wild.

Harsh biker laughter cut through the booming music, and all the dark corners had couples together, caving to the passion and revelry building in the air. I watched Roman take one last swig of his tall beer, before he grabbed my hand and leaned over.