by Joanna Blake
I didn’t need to do much of a warm up, not after the FBI had put me through my paces. The training had been brutal, and I’d done my best to keep up with it.
I did pushups and sit-ups every day. I ran. And I planned on having some very athletic sex over the next forty-eight hours.
What had Danny called it?
Sport sex.
I was going to have a lot of sport sex. I grinned as the sweat poured down my face, but it quickly faded. Danny would have loved Cass. He would have laughed his ass off at the hoops she was making me jump through.
I headed home and showered, staring at the dark grey suit I’d bought for the wedding. Kelly had gone with me, forcing me to class it up for this. All the way up.
The damn suit was expensive. But Cass was more than worth it. I wanted to look sharp for her.
I wanted everything to be perfect.
But as I shaved, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Danny should have been my best man.
He should have been here with me.
I heard his voice in my mind, loud and clear and so familiar it made my heart ache.
I am, brother. Make me proud. Go get her.
He winked.
But don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
I smiled and put on my suit.
Cassandra
“Who has a morning wedding anyway?”
Mase grumbled as he adjusted his tie. He looked so handsome in his suit. I knew he hated it, but he was doing it for me.
And I loved him for it.
“Where’s your friend?”
I smirked, wondering how Mason would deal with Kelly and Mrs. DeWitt showing up here to do my hair. I shook my head.
“They are meeting me at the church.”
I didn’t know how he’d done it, but Conn had arranged for a wedding and a reception in just one week. Not just a tiny one either. There were almost two hundred people coming.
I was pretty sure it would be the first and last time the FBI and the Untouchables ever broke bread under one roof.
I smiled. What could go wrong? Conn had pulled it off though.
He’d said he would and he did. Maybe being a Special Agent had something to do with it.
Or maybe he was just the most determined human being on Earth. The most pent-up human being who was desperate to get his hands on me. Basically, he’d pulled out all the stops to get me in his bed.
Permanently.
Mason lifted the dress bag and walked me out to the limo Conn had sent. He’d grumbled something about not having me ride the back of Mason’s bike with my damn wedding dress flapping in the breeze.
My car had mysteriously disappeared from The Jar, so I had no wheels. Conn had grinned when I mentioned it. Mase had said not to worry about it, but I knew the two of them were up to something.
I wasn’t going to worry about that though. Not today. I was a bride today.
I was marrying the man I loved.
Of course, I wasn’t sure I’d actually told him yet. But I would tonight. When we were in bed.
I giggled. Bed, or wherever else we ended up. I knew we probably wouldn’t make it to the bed. Not the first time, anyway.
I practically skipped to the limo and climbed in, rolling down the window. I felt like a kid, excitedly bouncing in my seat. Mason rolled his eyes as I found a pop station and turned it up.
Way up.
He didn’t say a word, even though I knew he hated it.
He was a good man. And he’d stood up for me with Conn, which meant so much to me. He’d even told me the truth about his past. I was lucky. For the first time since the accident, I really felt like I truly had a home.
Two homes actually.
I closed my eyes and let the breeze wash over me. It was sunny and warm for this time of year. A perfect day.
And I was getting married.
Connor
I was getting married.
I hoped so anyway. I paced back and forth at the front of the church, suddenly nervous. Mickey stood beside me, looking amused. Sheila sat in the front row with my mom, whispering in her ear and smirking at me.
Everyone thought I was nervous about getting married.
But they were wrong.
Tying myself to Cassandra for the rest of my life was the last thing I was worried about. I wasn’t even bothered by the hundred tattoo covered guys who were sitting on the bride’s side of the aisle, making my mother look like she might faint.
Oh yeah. Cass might be an orphan, but she had people now. Biker people. And I was just going to have to deal with it.
If they loved her half as much as I did, they couldn’t be half bad.
I grimaced, pulling at my tie.
None of that was why I was sweating or had such a sour feeling in my stomach. No. I was just afraid the bride might not show up!
My sister appeared in the doorway and gave me a thumbs up. I felt all the tension leave my body. Cass was here. Now I just had to get her ass down the aisle!
I would not be relaxed until she’d said yes, and she was under me in that hotel room, screaming my name!
Hell, I might not relax until we were eighty!
The music started and I stood up straight, eager to get the show on the road. Everyone turned to look as Cass appeared in the doorway on Mason’s arm.
She… looked… different…
My jaw dropped and my heart raced as I looked at my bride. I’d barely seen her in a dress even once. But this was something else.
Her natural beauty was dialed up to a gazillion. Her beautiful hair was pinned back with a delicate lace veil trailing over her shoulders.
Her bare shoulders.
Hot lust sliced through me. Great, Conn. Real nice. Now was not the time to get a fucking boner.
My angel’s beautiful face looked so pure and perfect. She was done up just a bit, the subtle makeup enhancing those insanely gorgeous blue eyes of hers, and deepening the pink of her lips and cheeks.
The strapless dress hugged her curves, showing off those high, firm tits of hers. Um, breasts. I shouldn’t call my wife’s perfect jugs ‘tits’ right?
Not in church anyway.
I was pretty much drooling as she walked down the aisle. I continued staring at her in awe as Mason placed her hand in mine. The Preacher cleared his throat and I finally tore my eyes away from her.
Half the guys in the audience laughed.
Fuckers.
Oops, another bad word to be thinking during my wedding ceremony. I forced myself to focus on what the Preacher was saying, stealing glances at Cass the whole time.
She used her real name for the ceremony, which made my chest swell with pride. Then it was time for the ‘I dos.’
I said mine so loud the entire crowd laughed this time. Even Cass turned pink. Her voice was soft but sure as she agreed to become my lawfully wedded wife.
“I, Cassandra Elliot, take you, Connor DeWitt, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish from this day forward until death do us part.”
I grinned as I slid the ring onto her finger. I melted like putty at the sweet, serious look in her stunning eyes as she slid a plain gold band onto mine.
“I now pronounce you man and wife.”
And just like that. She was mine.
Mine. Mine mine mine!
“You may kiss the bride.”
The crowd went wild as I pulled her against me, tipping her chin up. Then I kissed her, hard and long and deep. I lifted her off the ground, holding her against my rigid erection as I plundered her mouth with my tongue.
Cass was bright pink when I finally set her down on her feet again. Mase was glaring at me. I winked at him as I took off down the aisle, practically dragging my wife behind me.
I wanted to get to the limo. I wanted a quickie on the way to the party. I wanted her, now, dammit.
But the crowd rushed forw
ard to congratulate us and we were stuck. The wedding photographer waylaid us and snapped about a thousand pictures on the church stairs.
We got couple photos, photos of the family, photos with Mason. A photo of me and my crew, with Sheila front and center. Even a photo of Cass surrounded by the Untouchables.
It was almost an hour later when I was finally able to pull her away. I was grinning as I guided her into the limo and told the driver to take the scenic route. I took one last look at the crowd and froze, one foot inside the limo.
I saw something that made my blood run cold.
Cain was there. The head of the whole damn gang. And he was staring at my sister. And she was staring back at him.
Hell, Kelly was smiling at the giant brute.
I decided I needed to have a little talk with my sister about appropriate men when we got to the party.
But first, I had some pipe to lay.
Cassandra
“Come here wife.”
Connor’s eyes were dark as he pulled me against him for a kiss. His tongue delved deep into my mouth, tasting me with a growl.
I gasped as I felt his hands on my thighs. He had pushed my dress up to my waist.
“Conn!”
His lips found my neck and I felt my veil start to slip.
“What are you-”
“Lean back.”
I stared at him as he guided me onto the limo seat and started tugging my panties down.
“You must be joking.”
“Nuh uh.”
I couldn’t resist the boyish grin on his face. I sighed as he teased my pussy with his lips and tongue, tracing my sensitive nub with the lightest pressure. I felt myself responding and moaned.
He told me he loved me as he slipped a finger inside me. I arched my back as he worked his magic on my clit. I felt utterly depraved letting him eat me out like this in our wedding limo.
I was wearing white for goodness sake!
But he took his time, working me over with expert skill. The man knew what he was doing, and he was damned good at it.
I was a very lucky lady.
I decided Connor’s secret superhero name should be Motor Tongue. Because the man was pretty much a machine. I screamed as I came, my body nearly sliding off the slippery leather seats.
Conn didn’t stop though. He slid a second finger inside me and sucked my clit into his mouth. He flicked his tongue on me again.
Hard.
The world exploded. I saw stars as I came again, even harder. One orgasm on top of the other. It was too much. I faded out of consciousness.
When I came to, Conn was leaning over me, his eyes full of worry. He rubbed my hands, blowing on them.
“You okay, sweetheart? Jesus, you scared me.”
“What happened?”
“I think you fainted.”
I sat up slowly, looking around. The limo was stopped. I realized I still wasn’t wearing panties.
“Where are my panties Conn?”
He grinned and patted his jacket.
“Finders keepers.”
“Did we…?”
He shook his head.
“Uh, no things went off plan when you passed out. I think we need to get a doctor.”
“I’m fine. I just-“
I covered my mouth as nausea overtook me.
“What is it?”
I lunged for the door and opened it. Just in time to vomit all over the parking lot.
“Oh my GOD!”
“Jesus, Cass! Are you alright?”
I sat back into the limo, praying that no one had seen me. I nodded, feeling immediately better. It felt like I’d never been nauseous to begin with.
I took the bottle of water he handed me and washed my mouth out twice before taking a long sip.
“Let’s get you some food. No drinking tonight!”
“Yes, husband.”
He grinned at me suddenly, but his eyes still looked worried.
“Say that again.”
“Yes, husband. I love you, husband.”
He beamed at me and scooped me up.
“I love you, wife.”
He carried me inside the restaurant. People cheered as we came in but Mason was by my side in an instant.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“She threw up. And fainted.”
“She needs a doctor right now.”
Sheila came over, looking concerned.
“What happened?” Conn told her and she looked at me, then back at Conn. “Sure she isn’t pregnant?”
My jaw dropped. Conn’s face turned white. And Mason started to literally give off steam.
“WHAT?” Conn set me in a chair and Mason grabbed him, twisting his shirt in his fist. “You couldn’t use protection, you animal?”
Conn held up his hands. “I knew I was marrying her, Mason. There’s no need to-” Mason yanked Conn closer and raised his fist.
“Mason!”
He stared at Connor, not throwing the punch but not lowering his fist either.
“You are very fucking lucky this is your wedding day.”
Then he dropped his fist and walked away. Conn smiled at me, looking totally fine. Like he hadn’t almost gotten beat to a pulp.
Like I wasn’t possibly pregnant!
“How are you sweetie?”
“How am I?”
I must have looked incredulous because he laughed.
“Come on, I want to give you your wedding gift. It’s from the two of us.”
“Who?”
“Me and Mason of course. Can’t you tell we are best friends now?”
My mouth opened in surprise. I felt like a jerk. I hadn’t gotten him anything in return.
“I didn’t get you a gift!”
He lifted me up again and kissed me.
“Sweetheart, you are the gift. And whether or not you are pregnant, I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”
I snuggled against his chest as he carried me outside. Then I saw it. A shiny black SUV with a giant pink bow on it.
Mason was leaning on it, a wry grin on his face.
“Oh my God. You got me a car?”
“I bought it. Mason souped it up.”
He set me down long enough for me to put my arms around Mason. He squeezed me back. Mase really loved me like a sister I realized, with tears in my eyes.
It was hard for Mase to show affection, but he showed it to me. I saw in his eyes. And that meant the world to me.
“Thank you so much.” I lifted my eyes to Conn. “Thank you both.”
Mason shrugged.
“It’s not souped to go fast. It’s got a nice sound system and extra safety features. Emergency break assist, lane departure warning and a roll bar.” He smirked. “And an embedded tracking device.”
I stared at the two of them. Tracking? Mase jerked his thumb at my husband.
“All him kid. Not a bad idea though.”
“Connor!”
“I want to know where you are.” He gave me a dark look. “All the time.”
“You are twisted.”
He shrugged sheepishly and scooped me up again.
“I worry about you sweetie, that’s all.”
I sighed and shook my head. He was so protective of me. I guess I was going to have to get used to it.
“Come on, there are a lot of people inside who want to see you.” He scowled a little. “And I need to have a serious talk with Kelly.”
Connor
I stared at my sleeping bride.
No, she was my wife. On paper and in our hearts. It was done.
At long last, Cass was my wife.
She’d been a trooper tonight, talking and chatting with all the guests. Dancing our first dance. She’d even gotten bossy, dragging me away from Kelly when my little sister looked like she might slug me.
I frowned.
Kelly had listened to me I think. I hadn’t seen her near the big biker all night. But he made no effort to hide the fact th
at he was watching her.
Not just watching her. The man who never had a facial expression in his life was clearly lusting after my innocent little sister, who was 1000 percent off limit!
Great, just what I needed. Another fucking biker! And this one was after my little sister!
I grumbled, suddenly realizing how Mase had felt. Kelly was twenty-one and old enough to date. But I wasn’t ready for it.
And I certainly wasn’t going to allow her to be carried away by a badass biker!
Cass rolled over and mumbled in her sleep. We’d made love very carefully. And only once.
I was still pent up but there was a little something on the bedside table that kept me from waking her.
A pregnancy test.
We’d stopped at a twenty-four hours pharmacy on the way to the hotel. She’d waited in the limo as I ran inside. Then we’d come back and celebrated together by making the bed bounce.
She’d taken the test after we made love. Then she immediately fell asleep.
So I was alone, and staring at the damn thing.
The damn thing with the little blue plus sign on it.
My angel was pregnant.
I put my hands behind my head and grinned, feeling pleased with my manly prowess. I’d done that in record time! She couldn’t be more than four weeks along, even if I knocked her up the first time we did it!
Come to think of it, that was probably exactly what had happened.
Cass snuggled up to me. I rolled to my side and kissed her shoulder. Her beautiful eyes opened, blinking at me like a little bird.
“What- time is it?”
“Just after one.”
I kissed her bare shoulder, letting my hands run down her flank. I tried to imagine her with her belly rounded, and her perfect breasts growing big and ready to make milk.
“Conn?”
“Hmmm?”
“Why are you smiling like that?”
I rolled her to her back and kissed her, rubbing my cock against her sweetness.
“I’m a lucky bastard that’s all.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m married to you.” I smiled at the shy look on her face. “And because I’m going to be a daddy.”