“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says quickly, looking at me.
“I know this isn’t the ideal place-”
“Isn’t it normal to be a little nervous on your wedding day?”
“I’m calm,” I shrug.
She gives me a look. “Okay, maybe I’m not nervous exactly…anxious. This marks the beginning of a new life for us, not just getting married, but tomorrow you start the dream you’ve had for years…it’s just, so new, so exciting.”
I run the back of my fingers over her cheek. “Yeah, beautiful.”
My voice comes off a little disappointed, because I know she’s nervous, and I don’t want her to doubt what we’re doing.
“You’re my real-life fairytale, meeting you changed my life, and I want you to know that.” she tells me.
My eyes search hers, and I feel my heart ease because I’m being a total asshole to act like her being nervous is a bad thing. I sigh and give her a smile.
“Do you need some time, or should we go in?”
Her eyes soften and she nods. “Let’s go in.”
We meet my parents inside, along with Maven and Dornan, who are dressed up and Maven hands Katie a little bouquet of various flowers.
“I got you those from my grandma’s garden,” she says.
“They’re gorgeous,” Katie comments, lifting the bundle to her nose and smelling them.
We get called up to the counter and handed papers to sign, along with our witnesses. Then minutes later, we’re escorted down a hallway and into a courtroom. Katie and I are told to stand just in front of where a judge sits, while our group sits behind us. Katie takes my hand and gives it a squeeze, and then a door opens to our left and out walks a woman in a black judge gown. She gives us a bright smile and welcomes us, coming around to stand in front of us.
“You guys ready?” she asks, looking between us.
We both nod and she begins the ceremony, which is quick, and moments later she’s asking us to exchange rings. We went together to the pawn shop and got each other wedding bands. I hear sniffling from my mom and Maven as we vow to one another our undying love. Then, we’re announced husband and wife. I cup her face and we kiss, well, kiss as well as you can when you’re both smiling like lunatics. Our family claps and we turn to face them as man and wife, mom and Maven wiping under their eyes.
The women do an awesome job with the decorations at the clubhouse, and when we arrive and walk in, everyone cheers and whistles. I haven’t seen this place this packed, maybe ever, not even for club parties. The way the place has been set up, resembles a legit reception hall. Tables and chairs are organized around the dancefloor, and cloths over the pool tables where all the food sits. Everyone is dressed up, and my brothers look like they took some extra time to clean up.
Although the wedding venue was nothing special, the reception was better than I imagined, and made up for it. My mom made our wedding cake, white with three tiers, with delicate white flowers cascading from the top. The cake top is a bride and groom in a classic black Cadillac and both Katie and I laugh when we see it.
Before eating, we cut the cake, and again my dad has to finally tell my mom to stop taking pictures so we can get to eating. Dinner begins and we sit with Maven and Dornan at a long table facing the guests, the romantic CD I made for our first time making love, plays softly over the speakers. When “Eternal Flame” comes on, Katie and I share a knowing look, before she tells me she loves me.
After dinner, Rocket who’s manning the bar and the DJ for the night, announces in the microphone that it’s time for our first dance as husband and wife. We walk out to the empty floor hand in hand, and stop in the middle. Cindi Lauper’s “Time After Time” begins, and we start moving to the song. We don’t speak as we dance, but just smile at one another, and again, I don’t care if my brothers are teasing me behind my back. I want this night to be perfect for her, and although dancing isn’t my favorite, it’s what she wants, and I’ll make an ass of myself if it means making her happy.
The song ends and everyone cheers, then Rocket announces its time for the parents’ dance. “Wind Beneath My Wings” comes on and I internally groan at my mom’s song choice. My mom takes Katie’s place as Katie backs up to watch, but my dad stops her. I see the look of surprise change her expression, since she didn’t know that my dad had planned this dance with her. When my dad had asked me a few weeks ago if Katie would mind sharing a dance with him, since her dad wouldn’t be there, I told him that he’s more of a dad than the one she had, and I could see pride swell in his eyes.
Katie takes his hand and he whispers something in her ear. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek on his shoulder. The bridge of my nose begins to tingle as I watch them.
“I’m so happy for you, Cubby,” Mom says and I smile at her nickname she’s had for me since I was little.
I always would say my dad was a bear, he’s huge and hairy, so she always called me bear cub, Cubby for short.
“Yes. Mom, but could you have picked a more depressing song?” I ask.
“Oh, it’s beautiful, I sang it to you when you were a baby.”
“Now everyone’s crying,” I say, looking around the room.
“I think everyone’s crying because of those two over there,” she says nodding at Katie and my dad dancing.
“I really am proud of you, you found the best woman, you’re in the military. I always knew you’d get there, and I’m happy and relieved you found a strong woman that will stick with you and help you through hard times. She’ll be your rock, she’ll bear your burden’s, appreciate that and don’t underestimate her…and get her flowers.”
I inhale deeply at my mom’s words. She’s always been my rock, and to hear her passing off the torch, makes this all so real.
“She’s your wife now…but I’m still your mom,” she sniffles.
“Mom,” I sigh and kiss her cheek.
Thankfully the song ends, and I see my dad again whisper something in my bride’s ear that has her smiling and wiping under her eyes, as my dad leaves her to join my mom. Katie and I meet and begin to walk off the dancefloor, as Billy Idol “Mony Mony” comes on and the dancefloor fills with women as they all sing along.
“What did he say?” I ask her.
“That he loves me, and will always be here for me,” she sniffles with a smile.
We mingle and thank everyone for coming, and most hand us envelopes filled with money. We didn’t ask for gifts since we don’t know where we’ll be living and don’t want to move a bunch of shit. So we can use the money to buy shit when we get a place. Katie seems a bit embarrassed every time someone hands it to us, but I have no problem. This is common practice at our club weddings, but I know Katie’s never been just given anything, so I know it’s a little uncomfortable for her.
We thank everyone, and Katie dances some more, while I stand at the bar with Dornan and my dad. Even though I’ve done this with them for years, I acknowledge that this might never happen again, or at least a while with me leaving tomorrow. Even though it’s not said, I can sense they also recognize it too, and my dad keeps looking at me or patting me on the back.
“Mrs. Pedersen, are you ready to go?” I ask Katie.
It’s nearly midnight and since I have to leave early the next morning, I would like some time to make love to my wife.
“Yes, let me go grab my purse from dad’s apartment and pee first,” she tells me, lifting up to peck my cheek before she’s turning towards the hallway.
Watching the skirt of her dress sway as she walks, I know I need a little bit of her before we leave, so I follow a moment later. I’m not sure if she knows I’m walking behind her, but she doesn’t turn to look. As she reaches for the doorknob I push my body against hers and look around to make sure we’re alone. Katie gasps and pushes back against me a second later, causing my cock to jump and my hands to grip her hips hard.
“How about we fool around a little?” I say into her ear and s
he giggles, opening the door and stepping inside.
She turns to face me as she reaches back, attempting to unzip her dress, and I reach out to grab her tits.
“Oh, lover’s hideaway.”
My hands stop mid-way to her as I hear the deep gruff male voice down the hallway, and I turn my head towards him.
“Fuck off,” I sneer and turn my back to Katie in the doorway, keeping her in the room and away from his eyes.
“Come on, don’t like people to watch?” he asks.
“Fuck off,” I repeat through gritted teeth.
I haven’t seen the man in a few years, and although he’s only ten years older than me, he looks at least twenty in his state of inebriation. His dark hair’s longer than I ever remember seeing it, his dark eyes shadowed, facial hair unkempt, and more tattoos all over his arms and hands.
“Let me see that pretty little thing,” he says.
“Seriously, fuck off,” I growl, the warning in my tone becoming more clear.
I’m much larger than him, but he isn’t small by any means. I can see him weighing his options, but is looking at me like he can’t believe I’m not backing down. Although we’ve always been cool, he’s clearly been a train wreck since he’s been back, so I’m unclear as to what his intentions are. Regardless, I don’t want him to mess with Katie, even if he’s joking around. I watch as his eyes leave mine and twinkle as he looks at her behind me.
“Hey, little thing,” he says.
“You gotta fucking hearing problem, man?” I say, moving over to block him from seeing her again.
“I just wanna say congratulations,” he says with raised brows, and his palms up.
“Smokey, I swear to fucking Christ, get the fuck outta here before I get mad,” I state.
It’s then he seems to snap out of his buzz and really hear me.
“All right, all right, you’re no fun,” Smokey says and now his words sound slurred.
I stand there and watch as he retreats back towards the party.
“Who’s that?” Katie asks softly.
“Smokey, he just got back from being a nomad.”
“What is that?”
“Nomad? It’s when you’re part of a club but go off on your own, you don’t get involved in any club business.”
“Oh.”
“He’s usually really cool, but he came back to the club a few days ago a fucking mess, been drunk this whole time…don’t judge him based on this,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she replies, putting her hands on my back.
Once I know he’s gone and we’re alone again, I turn to face Katie.
“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her, taking her hand.
We walk out into the party to find my parents and let them know we’re leaving. My dad walks off as my mom hugs and kisses us. We’re staying at a hotel tonight, then their meeting us at the airport where I’ll leave for basic in the morning. Everyone goes outside before us, and we walk out to all the brothers on their bikes, lining either side of the driveway, and my Cadillac is sitting there ready for us. The women decorated the back windshield with a ‘just married’ sign, and everyone cheers as we get in. Driving down between the bikes as they rev their engines and Katie is all smiles as we leave.
“This was awesome,” she tells me as we get out to the street.
“I’m happy you liked it,” I tell her, leaning over to kiss as we stop at a light.
We drive towards Bannister, and neither one of us mention how we haven’t been back to her home city since we got her shit from her parents’ house. Instead, we drive hand in hand and pull into the parking lot of the hotel. I grab our overnight bag, leaving my duffel for boot camp in the trunk.
“I’ve never been here before,” she tells me, wide-eyed as we walk into the opulent hotel lobby.
“Hi, checking in?” the man at the front desk asks.
I give him our information, and watch Katie as he tells us our suite is ready. Her expression is one of almost shock.
“Would you like a bell hop to take your bag?” he asks.
“No, I got it,” I reply.
“Elevators are to the left and you’re on the eleventh floor, enjoy your stay,” he says, handing me the key.
I take it, and hand it to Katie. We get in the elevator and Katie kisses my cheek.
“A suite, wow,” she says, looking around the massive elevator, backed with mirrors along with gold and marble floor.
“Would you expect anything less?” I scoff.
“Never,” she smiles, kissing me again.
The elevator dings and the doors part, the floors are marble, with cream walls and pillars. There’s only a few doors on either side, and I follow the directions on the plaque mounted on the wall with room numbers. I walk a few steps ahead of her as she takes in all the beautiful details in the hallway. Stopping at the door, I wait for her, and she pushes the key in until the light turns green and the lock clicks open. Katie steps forward, but I grab her and drape her over my arms.
“What are you doing?” she giggles.
“I have to walk the bride in through the threshold,” I tell her.
She gives me a dazzling smile as we walk in with her in my arms. I reach for a light switch and flip one of the many I feel with my fingertips. The entryway lights up, revealing a little kitchen, a dining room, and a living room.
“Wow,” she says and I also am taken aback by what I see.
I set her down and watch her walk ahead of me, dropping the bag on the table. I see a light turn on around the corner and Katie standing in the doorway. I move up behind her, the room is huge, with a sitting area, and the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.
“It’s so beautiful,” she says quietly.
“How many pillows you think are on there?” I ask.
“Probably thirty,” she replies.
I move past her, and run the few steps before diving onto the bed and sending the pillows flying. I hear her giggle as I push the rest off with my hands, then sit up and reach my hand out for her. But she walks over to the dresser kitty corner from the bed, and watches me in the mirror.
“Didn’t you mention something about, lifting this dress and bending me over?” she asks with a questioning look.
Instantly, my dick stirs and begins to grow hard at the instant imagery. She places her hands flat on the dresser while widening her stance, her eyes still trained on me in the mirror. I stand and pull my jacket off, then my dress shirt. I slip my shoes and socks off, before palming my erection through my pants.
“You want this?” I ask her.
“Mhmm,” she answers, licking her lips.
I open the button and pull the zipper down, walking up to her side. My hand rests on her lower back, before petting down the skirt to the bottom, just below her ass. Our eyes remain locked, and as my hand moves further to touch the back of her thigh, she lifts a hand and slips it in through the opening of my pants. Her hand fondles me over my boxers, while I slide my fingers up her inner thigh and between her legs. I feel a lot more skin than usual, and not only feel she’s wearing a thong or something, but she’s also shaved there. She gives me a wicked little smirk, then inhales as I rub my fingers over her panties already saturated with wetness. She licks her lips and moves her hand faster, and I groan from her hand and what my fingers feel.
“You shave this perfect pussy for me?” I ask.
She still blushes when I say that word in reference to her glorious vagina, but her cheeks are usually flushed when we fool around.
“A little,” she exhales.
She adjusts her hand, sliding inside the slit of my boxers, and my body jerks, my eyes closing as I let out a long moan. Her thumb swipes over my seeping head, and I force my fingers around her panties, shoving two fingers inside her and moving my hand fast and deep. Her body moves with the force, her arms struggling to keep her in position. I move behind her, tearing her skimpy undergarment off and pull her by the hips as I back us towards the end of the bed.
> I sit her on my lap, grasping her under each thigh and propping her feet on the bed, spreading her legs wide as her back arches against my body. I look down to see she’s left a landing strip of hair on her mound. Snaking one hand around and between her legs, I rub the flats of my fingers over her lips and folds, paying particular attention to the spot that makes her come hard and fast. I kiss her neck, and notice we can still see our reflections in the mirror. My cock is free from my pants, and sandwiched between my lap and her ass. She grinds against my hand, teasing my cock, and I strum her harder, faster, watching her eyes roll and her back arch.
“Come beautiful,” I state and she does seconds later.
My hand soaking with her juices, as her chest heaves and her cleavage looks like it’s about to bust the front of her dress. My other hand moves behind her neck, pushing her upper body down and my drenched fingers grasp the small zipper and pull it down. Then both my hands shove under the material, and grab her fucking awesome tits. She gasps and looks over at me, her hair is falling from the elastic of her ponytail, so I remove that too. Her pupils are huge and her lower lip red and swollen from her biting it repeatedly.
“No, you come for me,” she says in a sultry voice, flipping and dropping onto her knees.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, gathering her hair into one hand and grasping the base of my cock, and pressing it against her lower lip.
Her mouth opens, but I tease her lips, rubbing my cock head around them, and she looks up at me. A jolt of excitement shoots up my balls, just as her tongue sneaks out, flattening as she laps along my shaft. Her hand palms my balls, her nimble fingers moving in a rhythmic motion. I loosen my hold on her hair, which allows her to lean forward and finally take my dick into her mouth.
We both groan, and I feel hers vibrate over me, causing another jolt of excitement, this time stronger. For as inexperienced as we both were when we started, we’ve become so explosive and in sync, it blows my mind. Nothing’s taboo, nothing’s inappropriate. If she wants me to go down on her, she tells me, if I want her to suck my balls, I tell her. To have a partner who’s just as willing to do anything to pleasure the other, makes us stronger and fucking unbelievable.
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