“But marriage was never on the cards. I had never pictured myself as much of a family man,” he continued, not getting the hint.
I looked back at him through the mirror. He had come to halt directly behind me, looking me up and down.
“You think I’m making a mistake. That I’m going to be saddled down with responsibilities, and a woman and kids,” I said, in a deadpan voice and he nodded his head.
“Yes, you will have responsibilities. You are now responsible for another life, and when you have kids, you will be responsible for theirs too,” he said and I clenched my jaw. I didn’t fucking care what he thought of this marriage. I wanted nothing more than marrying Ava. This had been the happiest year of my life and it was fucking unbelievable.
“But making a mistake? I don’t think so,” he said and my brows crossed with surprise. Where was he going with this?
Dad reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and my muscles stiffened.
“Ava is a good woman, and she makes your mother happy. More importantly, she makes you happy and keeps you grounded. So, no, I don’t think you’re making a mistake, son. I think you’re making the best fucking decision of your life,” he said and I whipped around to him.
Dad had stretched out a hand to me and still in shock, I shook it. We smiled at each other and I caught the look of pride in his eyes.
“Now get out there and marry that woman before she runs away with King or someone else. Hell, if I was a few years younger…” Dad said with a laugh and I playfully punched his shoulder.
“Don’t finish that sentence, Dad,” I said, smiling at him and he clamped his mouth shut.
“Thank you,” I added and he nodded his head.
He was right, this was the best fucking decision of my life and I couldn’t wait to make it.
Ava
Charity pinned the delicate pink petunias to my hair, while I sat in front of the mirror. She stepped back and looked at her handiwork, pleased. Then she clapped her hands together excitedly.
“You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. Even in the magazines!” she cried and I thought I saw a tear glimmering in the corners of her eyes. I blushed and smiled at her through the mirror.
My dress was a long, white trailing gown with a plunging sweetheart neck. A shower of crystals glittered all over the dress. Commando had insisted that I wear a dress with diamonds on them. There was no expense spared. He had commissioned a French wedding dress designer to fly in from Paris and custom hand make my dress, so to say that I was pleased with it, was an understatement. It fit me perfectly and it swished every time I moved.
I had opted out of the tiara or a veil, and instead, encouraged Charity to design a petunia crown for my hair. Blue sapphires sparkled on a string at my neck and dangled from my ears. I had never felt this extravagant or beautiful before.
“Ready? Should I get him in? It’s time, honey,” Charity said and bent down to give me a kiss on my cheek. King was going to give me away. Commando’s best friend.
I had no connection with my parents, ever since I moved out of home and started living with Blaine. I had sent the invitations, but I was certain that they weren’t even going to attend the wedding. They knew nothing about my life, why would they be interested?
I heard the door close and then open behind me.
“Ava,” my father’s voice startled me and I nearly squealed when I saw him in the mirror, standing at the door.
“Daddy!” I cried and stood up, my dress swishing down around me. He hurried towards me, reaching for my hands.
“You look beautiful, honey,” he said and twirled me around to get a good look at me. I hadn’t seen him in years, I hadn’t heard his voice…
“What are you doing here? I didn’t think you would come. Is Mom here too?” I was barraging him with questions and Daddy laughed.
“Of course we would attend our daughter’s wedding. And she’s here, sitting outside, chatting with the groom’s mother,” he said and I blushed. I had never imagined Jewel getting to know my mother. They wouldn’t exactly become the best friends, I knew that, but I was glad that they were at least trying.
“Shall we? We can talk later. I should give you away first, so that you can marry that man,” he said and I was surprised to find that Daddy was smiling. He was actually happy for me. He had never approved of any of my decisions…but now I was beginning to wonder if it was only Blaine who he didn’t approve of.
I clung on to his arm, as he walked me out of the room, and we smiled at each other as we approached the aisle.
I heard the music peak, and everyone stood up on either sides of the aisle and my heart dropped to my stomach.
Commando was standing at the end of the aisle. I had never seen him in a suit before, and I couldn’t believe how absolutely gorgeous he looked.
His hair styled as usual with that perfect faux hawk, his blue eyes glittering, matching the navy of his tuxedo. His bow tie was a deep red color and he looked muscular and athletic in those clothes that fit him so sharply. He was dripping with sex appeal, and I knew everyone could see it.
I nearly wanted to break away from Daddy and go running to him. I wanted him to lift me up in the air, twirl me around and kiss me. Even though I was walking towards him, getting closer and closer, it still felt like it had been an eternity since we had kissed.
Commando looked shocked as he watched me approaching. He looked like someone had just slapped him across the face and he didn’t know how to react to that. His eyes grew large and his mouth fell open, then I watched him sink to the floor, hunching down on his knees and his hand flew to his mouth. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Some of our guests laughed, some clapped and I couldn’t help but laugh with them.
“I’m marrying this woman!” Commando yelled out at the top of his lungs and people cheered even more.
His tattoos remained hidden today, but some peeped out from under his cuffs. His stubble was well maintained and neat and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I wanted to yell out too, I am marrying this man!
The past year had been the best, most thrilling rollercoaster ride that I could have experienced. We had fit into each other smoothly. We spent our days apart, me at school, Commando at work…but not once, not even one night, did he sleep anywhere else but on our bed. Next to me. Keeping me warm.
I trusted him blindly. He hadn’t done anything to betray that trust and he gave me complete freedom to live my life the way I wanted to. So, I gave him complete freedom too. We worked well together, in fact we worked great and with each passing day, it felt like I was falling in love with him even more. If that was even possible.
Commando’s friends, King, Girth and Slade were standing beside him. Their faces were stretched in a smile too, watching me as I walked towards their best friend, a few feet away from tying him down to a life of domesticity, but none of them minded. I was like a sister to them, we were all a family.
I caught Big D’s eye in the crowd, then Elwood who beamed at me, then Jewel sitting beside my Mom. They were holding hands! What was happening to the world?!
And then I was in front of him, an inch away from him. Commando didn’t wait for me to release my grip on Daddy’s arm. He pulled me away, straight to himself. His lips covered mine and he topped me backwards while he kissed me deeply. There were cheers around us again, people were clapping and when he released me, I was flushed.
“You weren’t supposed to do that! We aren’t married yet!” I scolded him playfully, my voice drowning under the cheers and chatter of our guests. Commando leaned towards me and took in a deep breath, as though he wanted to drink in everything.
“You should have said something earlier, when I was making you come with my mouth,” he said with a smile. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing out.
“Ladies and gentlemen…we are gathered here today…” the priest began to say and we were forced to turn away from each other. Just hurry up already! I said under my
breath.
I am so ready to be Mrs. Commando.
King
Rogue Rebels MC
By Nicole Elliot
Chapter 1
King
This wasn’t the first time I saw Valentina Luis naked, but her body never failed to amaze me. Every time she undressed, it was like I was beholding her for the first time. It almost felt religious; sacred…she was flawless in her beauty. Her skin was the color of peaches and cream, perfectly smooth, and I ran my fingers over the shape of her. She was lying beside me, her small breasts tilted to the side as she looked at me, stared at me…
Every time I breathed in, I got a whiff of her strawberry scented shampoo in the air, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
We were nineteen, and I knew Valentina had never been with anyone before me, so she was all mine. I possessed her. I reached out to play with her pale brown nipples, circling my thumb round and around them. Her soft lips parted, and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back in pleasure.
I caught her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed, a low moan escaped her lips.
“You’re teasing me, Jesus,” she said throatily, with her head still thrown back and I smiled. I liked it when she called me by my name. My thumbs started stroking her nipples more, and she moaned again.
Valentina was still wearing her pink lace panties and had her thighs pressed together. I moved closer to her, feeling my cock throb in my boxers. Her father didn’t know about us, nobody knew about us…what was there even to know? We were sleeping together, I had taken her virginity, and now I was going to touch her pussy…that hot wet spot between her legs where no man had ever touched her before.
I slid my hand between her thighs now, and Valentina jerked her head back up to look into my eyes. Hers were large and brown and bright, I could see in them what she wanted, and she wasn’t shy about asking for it.
The insides of her thighs were soft, and I ran my hand over them, till I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. I didn’t have to touch her panties to know that she was dripping wet. Gently caressing her thighs, my fingers traveled up, grazing her panties and then up her flat belly till they started circling her tiny belly button.
“Jesus! Please…” she moaned and threw her head back again.
“Not so fast,” I said gruffly.
She was my first too. I had always been a religious guy, it was the way I was brought up, and before Valentina, no girl was able to make me sway from my oath of celibacy before marriage the way she had. I was desperate for her, my body was ready and so was my mind, and the first time we had sex, it was explosive. Every time after got even better.
I reached for her nipples again, this time tugging at them and Valentina moved her hips, trying to convey to me what she wanted. I grinned as I leaned towards her breasts, and in a flash, my mouth was on her right nipple. She tasted just as sweet as she smelled, and my tongue stroked her nipple, sucked on it, nibbled and pulled.
Valentina moved, pressing herself against me, throwing her luscious chestnut hair over me as she positioned herself better. With one hand, I cupped her left breast, squeezing it and massaging it while my mouth remained latched to her other. I knew she liked me sucking her breasts; it made her even wetter.
We moved upwards, till she was pressed against the wooden bedhead and I continued to suck on her nipples, taking turns on each one. They were pebbled and erect in my mouth, and I licked and lapped till she was moaning wildly. I wedged my hand between our bodies, and my fingers traveled down till I was finally touching her pussy.
Her panties were wet, and through the thin lace, I rubbed her swollen clit, stroking it so that I knew she was ready for more.
“Jesus, please, I want you inside me,” I heard her say, as she weaved her long nails in my hair. My hair was long and dark, reached the middle of my back and she played with it, pulled it as I continued sucking on her nipples.
Gently, I pushed her panties aside and felt the warmth of her pussy in my hands. Valentina gasped from the touch, jutting her hips upwards to meet mine. My erect raging cock was pressed into her belly now, and she knew just how desperately I wanted her too.
I slipped a finger into her, pushing aside the folds of her pussy till I knew I was deep inside her. She gasped and moaned again, offering her body to me for the taking. I wanted her to come first. I wanted her to come several times before me because I worshipped her. Her pleasure was more important than anything else.
The rhythm of my finger thrusting into her became faster and harder, and Valentina moved her hips to match it. My thumb continued to stroke her clit, and I finally pulled my mouth away from her breasts.
She cupped my face, pulling me as close to herself as possible and we stared into each other’s eyes. My finger inside her slid in and out, and Valentina’s mouth hung open as she hurtled towards her orgasm.
“Jesus…promise me that we can do this forever,” she said and bit down on her plump bottom lip. I smiled at her as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. What was she talking about? What else was there to live for?
“I promise, baby,” I said, and I felt her body shuddering as she exploded in my hand, her juices trickling out of her, her loud moans cutting through the air of her bedroom. I leaned over to kiss her lips…
And then I sat up in bed with a jerk. She disappeared, like mist in the clammy air of my room. I was alone, sitting up in my bed, breathing hard and wishing I hadn’t woken up.
The sheets were tangled up, and I could feel my body covered in a film of cold sweat. I was panting too, my bare chest rising and falling with force. It had seemed so real. I could taste her nipples in my mouth; I could feel the stickiness of her cum on my fingers, I thought I could smell her strawberry shampoo in the air…But it wasn’t real. I was just dreaming.
My room was dark and too stuffy. With a growl, I threw away the sheets that were tangled and wound up around my legs, and I jumped off the single bed I slept on. I was desperate to catch a breath, and I rushed to the only window in my room and threw it open.
Finally, I could breathe. The night’s cold air surrounded me as I stuck my head out and sighed. It was a clear evening, and when I looked up at the sky, I could see the moon. I had promised Valentina that night, that we would be together forever, and it was nothing but a foolish teenager’s word against the world. I could have never predicted how our lives would change, that I would lose her forever and never see her again. That was the last time we had slept together, and now, ten years later, I was still fucking dreaming about it.
Our relationship was doomed from the start. I should have known that, did Valentina know that too?
For starters, she was Romero’s daughter, and he was the gang’s boss which meant that his daughter was off limits. The fact that I had even touched Valentina, let alone slept with her, could have earned me a bullet in the head. I was a nobody. I was a slave to the gang’s wishes.
I was sold to the gang as a teenager, to fight in their rings, to run petty crimes on the streets…So I was the lowest of the low as far as the gang hierarchy went. How could someone like me have even looked at the boss’ daughter? It was the worst offense I could have committed, and I committed it.
I had wanted Valentina from the first moment I laid eyes on her, even though I was just a skinny battered teenager. She was a Goddess and had looked down on me over her pointed nose. I had no chance with her. Till I did.
Till one night, I walked her home because it was too late and I wanted the boss’ daughter to be safe. The fact that she wanted me, that she had always wanted me…wrecked my head. How was that even possible? She was perfect, and I was nothing but her father’s pawn.
We had only been together for a few weeks when I met Elwood. He was the head of the Rogue Rebels MC, and he said he wanted to recruit me. He wanted me to have a better life and join his MC. He told me that he had seen potential in me and there was nothing more that I wanted to hear in all my life. It
was an opportunity I couldn’t give up.
A chance at a better life. I had spent so many years as a slave, living each day like it could be my last…that an opportunity to join an MC that lived by a code, where you were treated like a brother…was a chance of a lifetime. And I took it.
I wanted Valentina to come with me. When I told her my plans, she refused. Valentina couldn’t defy her father; she was afraid of him. Afraid of what he would do when he realized that she had left for another gang. She said she didn’t want that life anymore and she said she was going to run. She saw it as her only way out, for good. She wanted to live in a better world, and to do so, she would have to disappear.
I couldn’t bail on Elwood, not after everything he had done for me. I couldn’t go with Valentina, and I wasn’t even sure if she wanted me to. It was clear that the only way she could start over, make a better life for herself, would be if she left everything behind; and that included me.
So, I let her go, and she didn’t look back when she went.
It had been ten years since I last saw Valentina, and I had no idea where she was. All I was certain of, was that she was a success wherever she had gone.
It didn’t mean that I had stopped thinking about her. She was still the girl of my dreams. She was still the only girl I could completely give myself to.
While my brothers at the MC fucked women over their bikes every night, I abstained. I wasn’t interested in anyone else. I had slept with exactly three girls after Valentina left, and only because I was bat shit drunk. I had my religion, and I had the memory of Valentina, and I didn’t need anything else.
I walked away from the window now and returned to my bed. Lying back down, I could feel the perspiration evaporating from my body. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight, not after I’d just been dreaming of her.
My cock was hard between my legs; those memories were as good as real. I reached out in the air and imagined that I could feel her over me, her legs astride my hips, her pussy pressing into my rock-hard cock.
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