The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Complete Series

by Jenika Snow

  “Ready?” Amy came up and asked Renee.

  She exhaled and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  Ten minutes later and the girls were all standing up at the podium with the groomsmen on the other side, and Weasel standing in the center waiting for her. God, he looked good in a suit.

  There were over one hundred and fifty guests in attendance, all of them friends of the Soldiers of Wrath MC. A part of Renee was sad she didn’t have her own side here, but she had Vengeance, and that was all that mattered.

  Seeing all these bikers wanting to share in this celebration had her crying for real now. She didn’t know the majority of them, but that didn’t matter. The Soldiers were one huge family.

  “Are you ready?”

  Renee turned and looked up at Vengeance. She had her arm in the crook of his, and as she stared at her brother, the man who had always been there for her, shown her how to survive, taken care of her, she knew everything was exactly right in the world.

  This was the first day of the rest of her life, and she was more than ready. She’d been waiting for this since she realized Weasel was all she wanted, all she needed.

  “I’m ready.”

  And she was. Renee was ready to be an integral part of this life. She was ready to make this her reality.

  Chapter 30

  Weasel wrapped his arms around Renee, holding her close. He didn’t want to ever let her go, and for them both to stay in this moment for the rest of their lives. Breathing in her scent, he closed his eyes, ignoring everything around them until it fell away.

  Renee was now his bride, and he was determined to love her for the rest of his life. Vengeance had stopped by to see him and wanted to give him the warning talk. The talk that he imagined most brothers gave to the men who were marrying their sister.

  “If you ever hurt her in any way, brother or not, I will hunt you down and make you wish for death long before I let you have it.”

  It was a warning, and one he respected Vengeance for taking.

  “I can’t believe we’re here, dancing … married,” she said.

  He pulled away and smiled down at her. “Did you think I’d run?”

  She giggled. “No, but I was tempted to,” she teased.

  This wedding had been a hard one to put together, simply because of the worries he knew she felt.

  Most men would begin to feel insecure about everything, concerned about settling down with only one woman. But Weasel didn’t think about any of that. He looked forward to this, and spending the rest of his life with the woman he loved. This life was hard, and he noticed that every time she experienced any doubts, it was around the time of a club party, when the whores came out to entertain the boys that wanted them. He was never going to stray.

  The love of his life was in his arms, where she was supposed to stay.

  “I couldn’t have run,” she said. “I know I’ve been a nightmare throughout this entire process, I really have, but, today was the best day of my life.”

  “You know you could have a man worrying about his manhood,” he said.

  She laughed. “You have no problem with your manhood, and you know it.”

  Spinning her around, he held her tightly to him. “Maybe you need to show me how much you love it.”

  Renee reached down and grasped his ass, giving it a squeeze. “Don’t tempt me.”

  “Now that is fighting talk,” he said.

  “I’m not talking, Weasel. You are. This is how I’m going to hold your ass later when you’re fucking me.” She kissed his neck, licking over his pulse. His cock hardened, and as he spun her around again, she moved her hands back to his waist. “What are you going to do to me later?”

  “Oh, baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re not going to be able to walk straight for a couple of days.”

  “That sounds like a really good promise.”

  “It is, baby, It’s a really big promise.”

  The song ended, but instead of lingering with the guests he took her hand and led her to the room he’d used while at the club.

  “This is being really rude,” she said, but she sounded breathless.

  He opened the door, pulled her inside, and closed it, pressing her against the wood. Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them above her head, staring into her eyes as he did so.

  “What’s going on, Weasel?” she asked.

  For several seconds he didn’t speak. He couldn’t—there were no words for him to use. “Now is your chance,” he said.

  She frowned. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

  “I know that part of the reason you were feeling a little crazy over our wedding is because of the club. This is going to be the last time that I ask. I just want there to be you and me.” He pointed outside. “They don’t matter to me. Only you matter and I want you to answer this for me. Do you want me to leave the club?”

  “We’ve gone through this.”

  “I know, but I want you to think about it. This will be the last time I ask. I promise. You need to trust me. To realize that for me, there is only one woman that I love that I want to be with, and that woman is you. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Only you.” He saw the tears in her eyes and he continued. “All this time, it has only been you. I’m not going to stray. Every night I’m going to come home, because I know you’ll be waiting for me. With your mad obsession for cleaning and pairing socks together. Folding everything so it’s neat. The way you wipe every single counter in the kitchen even though you didn’t use them. I want you to take the carton of milk off me and fill a glass. Those are things that drive me crazy but also make me love you even more. They’re what makes you, you.”

  Those tears were now running down her face, and he wiped them away.

  “This isn’t fair,” she said.

  He laughed. “This wasn’t something I planned, Renee. This was something that I had to tell you because this is how you make me feel.” He pushed her hair out of the way and pressed his lips against hers. “Forever. That’s what I see for us. What’s it going to be?”

  She stared at him for several moments and to him it felt like a lifetime.

  “You’re not leaving the club, and I’ve got no problem with you.” She pulled her hands out of his tight grip, wrapping them around his neck. “I love you, Weasel. I trust you. The club has been your life for so long that it’s a part of you. Take that away, and you’re not the man I married. So I’ll be a little jealous, a little crazy from time to time.” She shrugged. “It’ll keep life interesting.” She ran her hand down his body, going down to his rock-hard dick. “And maybe I’ll fuck you just a little bit harder.”

  He couldn’t take another moment. He turned her to the bed, pressed her down, and sank to his knees on the floor.

  “Weasel, what are you doing?”

  “I’ve got to taste you. We can go out and mingle but first, I need to taste you.” He moved her dress out of the way, pushing up to around her waist. All the time she was giggling as if it was the funniest thing she had heard all day.

  Ignoring her laughter, he spread her thighs and tongued her beautiful pussy. Sliding two fingers inside her pussy, he felt how wet she was.

  She cried out his name, and he continued to play with her, wanting her so badly but knowing he’d have to wait.

  They had an entire lifetime together. All he wanted right now was a taste of her. Using his tongue and fingers, he brought her to orgasm that had her screaming his name. He licked her pretty pussy, swallowing down her cream. Only when she asked him to stop did he. Her entire body shook from the onslaught of pleasure.

  She cupped his face, kissing him back. “I don’t want to go back down there.”

  “We’ve got guests,” he said, using her own words against her.

  “I don’t give a fuck. They’re family, and knowing them the way I do, we’re not even missed.”

  She pulled him down to the bed and attacked his pants. He tore at her dress, and
within a matter of minutes, he was inside her.

  They both gasped as he filled her pussy.

  “This is what I want for the rest of my life, Renee. No woman could ever compare to you.”

  The smile on her lips let him know that his words meant everything to her.

  Epilogue

  One year later

  Renee’s heart was beating so fast, and she swore the little stick she had in her hand would slide and crash to the floor for how sweaty her palms were. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even breathe. She sat down on the edge of the toilet and exhaled harshly, trying to think of how she was going to tell Weasel.

  Hell, she needed to figure out how she was going to come to terms with this herself.

  She lifted her hand and stared at the pregnancy test again, looking at the two pink lines that were reflected back.

  Pregnant.

  Although she and Weasel had been married for the last year, this was not a planned pregnancy. And as scared as she was, and not sure how the future would play out or how Weasel would react, Renee couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t excited.

  A baby.

  She couldn’t even wrap her mind around it all, couldn’t even see herself as a mother. Although truth was she never thought she would have children simply because of the way her life was going. But that all changed, turned right around when she and Weasel became serious. And now they were married, about to have a baby, and she needed to figure out how to tell him.

  Just then she heard the front door open and close. Her heart stopped momentarily before beating hard and fast. She heard Weasel call out to her and she found herself standing and exiting the bathroom.

  She hadn’t realized she still held the test until she stood in the kitchen doorway, staring at Weasel’s back as he grabbed a drink out of the fridge. But when he turned around, his gaze immediately shooting down to what she held, she felt everything in her go tight.

  Everything got quiet, the air thickening.

  “Renee, baby?” He took a step closer to her, set his can of pop on the table, and lifted his gaze to her face. “Renee?” he said again when she didn’t respond.

  “I...” That was the only thing she could get out. So instead she lifted her hand and showed him the pregnancy test, letting him see the two pink lines for himself. He stared at that little stick for long seconds but didn’t say anything.

  The air heated and she wished she could gauge his reaction. But he kept a stoic expression.

  And then she saw the happiness light up over his face. His grin spread out wide, and he pulled her in for an embrace. He kept murmuring how happy he was, how much he looked forward to being a father. And then shocking the hell out of her, he dropped to his haunches and placed his forehead right against her belly.

  Renee was stunned speechless, couldn’t even think as she looked down at Weasel and saw him talking to their child. Tears welled up in her eyes at the love he instantly showed her, at the acceptance over this pregnancy revelation. She didn’t know how this conversation would go, but she certainly hadn’t envisioned it going this way.

  He stood and gave her another hug, cupped the back of her head, and kissed the side of her face.

  “I love you,” he said in a husky, deep voice. She felt wetness on her cheeks, the tears happy, welcome.

  “I love you too,” she said, not able to stop the grin from spreading across her face. She had never thought that she could be any more whole than she was when she was with Weasel, but the child growing inside of her, the fact that they’d be a family, put all of that to shame.

  This was her life, and she would not change it for anything in the world.

  The End.

  BIKERS, BABIES, AND LEATHER

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

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  Chapter 1

  The Little Things in Life

  He was so small, like a little doll in her arms. She slowly rocked back and forth, feeling that warmth, that immediate affection, that instant connection to another soul, fill her so completely, she couldn’t even breathe.

  This was what it meant to be a mother. To love someone so much, from that very first sight that everything else dimmed in comparison.

  Deanna looked down at her son, at the dark hair that covered his little head and the way his little fingers wrapped around her thumb. He was so small and had fought hard for his life. It had been a month and a half since she’d gone into preterm labor. The end had looked so grim, her worry and fear, her devastation that she’d lose this perfect little person before she’d even gotten to meet him, had weighed so heavily on her.

  But her little man had pulled through.

  Ty Braxton, her little survivor, had as much strength as all the MC patches put together.

  “You’re my little man, aren’t you? You’re so strong, defying all the odds,” she whispered. Rubbing her hand over his head, she gently stroked him, loving that he made a small noise of contentment.

  Today, he’d be getting his feeding tube out, and she would try to nurse him. Pumping and feeding him with a bottle had given her connection, but she wanted to be able to hold him skin-to-skin and make him strong and healthy.

  The deep, but low rumble of a voice down the hall had her lifting her head and looking at the receptionist desk. A smile covered her face involuntarily as she saw the man she loved, the biker that had been here with her through everything, take his name badge and access card, and head for the door. The door that separated them opened after he swiped the card, and then he was moving toward her, his big body dressed in leather and denim, his cut showing he was the President of the Soldiers of Wrath.

  God, she loved that man so much it hurt.

  He was so big and muscular, making everything and everyone pale in comparison. With his tattoos showing on his arms and neck, and his sunglasses peeking out from the front pocket of his cut, he looked like a badass ready to kick ass. But here, with the silence around them, in the peace and serenity of the NICU, Demon was someone different. He was gentle and sweet, caring and thoughtful. He now knew what it felt like to have something almost taken away, something so tiny, but loved so much, just ripped right from his arms with nothing he could do to stop it.

  He took a seat beside her in the rocking chair, his focus right now Ty.

  “How’s he doing today, baby?” Demon said softly and reached out to touch Ty. But right before he made contact, he curled his fingers into his palm and swore softly. “I need to wash my hands.”

  She couldn’t help but smile. Watching him get up and walk over to the sink, Demon washed his hands three times before drying them and grabbing one of the yellow robes sitting on the counter. He donned the paper gown, covering his leather and denim, and walked back toward her. After he was in the chair again, he held out his arms. Deanna handed Ty to his father.

  The love and pride she saw on his face took her breath away.

  “Hey, little man,” Demon whispered, and leaned down to kiss their son on the forehead. To
see such a big, strong biker being so gentle with their son had so much love filling Deanna.

  “He opened his eyes for a little bit right when I arrived.”

  The smile Demon had made her chest hurt, but in a good way.

  “You smile for momma, little man?” Demon kissed Ty’s head again and looked over at her. “Come here, baby. Give me a kiss.”

  She leaned forward and kissed the man she loved.

  “He’s getting the feeding tube out today, right?”

  She smiled and nodded, looking back down at Ty. “Yeah, the doctor said he’s doing better than they could have anticipated.”

  “Well, he is our son, baby.”

  She nodded, not able to argue with him, because he was right. He was their son, and once he was out of the hospital, he’d be surrounded by family that loved him.

  One month later

  Demon didn’t know if he believed in Christmas miracles, but hell, he was starting to get that warm and fuzzy feeling inside as he watched his old lady climb out of the SUV, a huge smile on her face as she stared down at Ty.

  They’d finally been able to bring him home, and to say he was one proud poppa was a huge fucking understatement.

  He watched as Deanna pulled the car seat from the back, said something softly to Ty, and turned to face him. Their son was awake, his eyes big, taking in the world. They were heading into the clubhouse where everyone would be spending the holiday season together. A massive dinner, family, friends, and having his son healthy and home made this even more incredible.

  He looked down at Ty; his son’s little mouth making an “O” had Demon laughing.

  “You ready to meet the rest of the family, little man?” He ran the tip of his finger over the bridge of Ty’s nose, pulled his old lady close, and together, the three of them went into the clubhouse to be with their family.