Their Protector: An MC Outlaw Halloween Romance

by Conners, Juliana

  And Monica’s the kind of girl you would expect to have been a well-renowned fighter pilot who grew up with older brothers, and that’s part of what I love about her. She’s more of a tomboy type than a girly-girl type, and she preferred a simple, down-to-earth wedding over a glitzy, glamorous one.

  At first, we were just planning a courthouse wedding with a simple reception dinner afterwards. We knew that traditional weddings cost quite a bit of money and we would rather save that same amount of money for James’ college fund instead. But joining Whitney and Harlow began to seem like a good compromise— a way to have a nice wedding without spending a ton of money. Maybe soon we’ll be able to have a bigger reception, just for us, but for now, this will more than do.

  And as my brother and I stand waiting for our brides before our shared and separate guests— with a spot for Jensen at our side as joint best man, and Monica’s two living brothers lined up next to him— I realize that there’s a deeper meaning to our joint wedding. Harlow, and Jensen and I grew up together, survived everything that happened with our parents’ tumultuous marriage together, fought alongside each other, and survived Harlow’s helicopter crash together.

  It’s only fitting that Harlow and I should get married together, with Jensen having led the way not too long ago. We’ve all fallen— but it’s a good thing—because we’ve only fallen into love.

  I move off to the side so that I can play the guitar. Monica and I have added quite a few more songs to our soundtrack in the year since I’ve been back. Guns N’ Roses’ “Sweet Child of Mine, Frankie Valli’s “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” and Joan Osborne’s “Righteous Love” top the list.

  Jensen ushers our mother down the aisle, which is fitting, since she’s still living with him and Riley. I don’t know how they managed to handle her, but she’s doing quite well. She’s on medication for mild dementia and she has stopped drinking completely.

  I think about what would have happened had I not listened to Monica, way back when I first met her, and started putting myself first. I would have insisted my mom move into a facility— which she claims she would have run away from, and I wouldn’t put it past her— and then taken her back to live with me when I got home.

  We’d be stuck in a cycle of dysfunction and she’d likely never have made such a good recovery as she’s been able to have with Jensen— who has always been better at separating himself from her issues than I have been.

  Monica’s brother ushers her mother, who has made the trip to Albuquerque and has flown without Monica’s father for the first time since he fell ill. I know she is so happy to be able to have her mom here, to see where we live and what our life is like.

  When the groomsmen have returned to their spots next to Harlow, I switch songs so that that the bridesmaids can walk down the aisle. Riley, a joint bridesmaid for both brides, starts the procession. She winks at Harlow as she carries the blue and white flowers that Whitney and Monica decided on— in honor of both my father James, and our son James. Then she winks at Jensen, and me.

  Trish is here from Monica’s hometown in Minnesota, as her bridesmaid. Whitney’s good friend and former boss, Lance, is serving as her man of honor. And then Susan, Monica’s matron of honor, walks down the aisle. Hanging from her bouquet is a framed photo of her deceased husband, Monica’s brother Mason.

  Next come the flower girl and ring bearer— Becky and Mason Jr., of course. I’m about to become their uncle. And that’s great because I love spending time with them and playing games with them— “Hide and Seek” remains a favorite of both Becky’s and mine.

  They’re each pulling a wagon that James is sitting in, in his handsome tuxedo, behind a sign that says, “Here come the brides!” Or at least they’re each supposed to have a hand on the wagon’s handle, while Becky is supposed to be carrying a basket of flower petals, but she lets go and throws them everywhere while dancing around and announcing, “This is for my Aunt Monica! And for Whitney!”

  Little Mason does his best to tug James’ wagon on his own, while everyone in the audience laughs. “Daddy!” James cries out, with his arms up, when he sees me, but Becky holds his hand and says, “Your daddy’s busy getting married! You have to stay here with me.”

  Everyone laughs again, and I have to admit it’s definitely one of the cutest sights I’ve ever seen.

  It’s Whitney’s turn to walk down the aisle, so I wait respectfully after cuing Canon in D over the speaker system. Harlow starts to cry when he sees her, and she definitely looks stunning.

  She joins him in front, and he takes her hand and mouths, “I love you.”

  Then I move front and center and begin playing and singing my song for Monica as she walks down the aisle.

  I… I am your king

  And you… you are my queen

  And nothing will drive us away

  We can beat fate, day after day

  I’ll be your hero

  Just for one lifetime….

  She smiles at the way I changed the lyrics to our song to match the occasion, but then tears spring to her eyes. I can’t help but start to cry myself, although I do my best to hold it back, so as to not mess up the song.

  Monica is wearing a knee-length off-white dress and red heels. The frame dangling from her bouquet shows a photo of her father. Although he is still alive, he’s bedbound from his stroke and he suffers from a lot of cognitive problems. He’s here in spirit though, just like her brother Mason.

  Monica’s face is radiant— she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. When she joins me in front of the arch, I pick up James from the wagon and hand him to her. As the officiant begins the ceremony, I’ve never been more certain of my lines.

  I do, I do, I do.

  A thousand times over, I do.

  * * *

  Mid-reception, my brothers and I step outside to smoke a cigar.

  “Congratulations, my brothers,” Jensen says, as he hands them out. “And this one’s for Dad.”

  He holds up a fourth cigar.

  “We’ll pass it around among us so that he can share it.”

  “I think old Dad would be pretty proud of us,” Harlow says.

  “If he’d even believe it!” I agree. “Can you imagine how many times he would have heard us say we’re never getting married, never settling down.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t know if he really would have believed us,” Jensen says. “He knew that us Bradford boys put on a tough act, but once we each met the right woman, we’d turned into total softies.”

  “Hey! Speak for yourself,” Harlow says. “I’m the only one of us still planning to stay in the military. That’s one area of my life that I’ve managed to keep for myself. And it’s funny, since that’s the one I thought I would have to be done with, after my accident.”

  “You might not find civilian life too bad,” says Jensen. “Maybe you should think about joining us.”

  “I have to admit I’ve thought about it,” Harlow says, with an unabashed shrug. “That card is probably in my future, but I’m just putting up a good fight for a while first.”

  We all laugh.

  “Seriously, though,” Harlow adds. “Dad would be proud, and as I’ve gotten older I’ve become more and more proud of Dad, and what he taught us. I know he’d love to be here today, to see all three of his sons married and happy, and his first grandson growing up right before his eyes.”

  “On that note, there’s something I should tell you guys,” Jensen says, and Harlow and I look at each other in shock, and then at him. “Riley doesn’t want to take the limelight off of you guys and your wedding, so we were supposed to wait to announce this, but I want you two to be the first to know, and right now feels like the best time to tell you.”

  “Oh my god,” says Harlow. “I’m going to be the last one. I guess that’s fitting, since I’m the youngest.”

  “That’s right,” says Jensen. “Riley’s pregnant. James is going to have his first cousin on the Bradford side in a
bout seven months.”

  He looks so proud and happy that I have to hug him. Harlow does too.

  “Congratulations! That’s awesome,” we say.

  “Can you guys please let me out of this bear hug so I can light this other cigar?” Jensen complains. “The least you could do is not smother me so that we can have a celebratory cigar in honor of my baby-to-be, and in honor of both of your weddings.”

  “To your baby-to-be,” I say, and step back to take a drag of my cigar.

  I imagine James and Jensen’s child playing together. Family picnics. Birthday celebrations.

  I can’t believe the life I never knew I wanted is turning out so wonderfully. All thanks to Monica, to my dad, and to these two guys right here.

  “And to us,” Harlow adds, as if reading my mind. “Brothers through thick and thin.”

  * * *

  Later that night, it’s Monica’s and my first time alone together since James was born. Jensen and Riley are watching him so that Monica and I can enjoy our wedding night. We’ve rented a hotel room and I can’t wait to get her out of her dress.

  “Be careful,” she whispers into my ear, “that thing cost a fortune.”

  “I can’t think of anything but how I want to fuck you right now,” I tell her, as I spread her out on the bed.

  I take my own clothes off. Then I kiss her, and she wraps her fingers around mine.

  “I’m so glad you forgave me for not telling you I was pregnant with James,” she says, looking up into my eyes. “I don’t know what he or I would do without you. I have no idea what I was thinking.”

  “Shhhhh,” I tell her, kissing her eyelashes, her eyelids, her nose. “This is our wedding night. I completely understand why you did what you did. We were only supposed to have one night together. Not a whole lifetime.”

  “I’m so glad we have a whole lifetime together,” she says, sighing in relief. “I really thought I’d messed up everything. Don’t you have any regrets?”

  I look down at her and smile.

  “Only one.”

  “What?”

  I shake my head at how silly it is.

  “Well, while you were in the first female fighter pilot to fly that beautiful beast, I really should have taken advantage of the opportunity to have sex in it.”

  She begins laughing, and I laugh along with her. My lover. My wife. The woman with the most beautiful chuckle I’ve ever heard— the sound of which was one of the first reasons I fell in love with her.

  “Out of all the possible regrets you could have, that’s what you’ve chosen?” she asks.

  I shrug.

  “I can’t help it,” I tell her. “What can I say? My mind is obviously only in one place right now.”

  “Well, maybe we’ll have to make your Mile High Fantasy come true,” she says, shrugging.

  “How?” I ask.

  “Shhhh,” she says, and now it’s her turn to kiss me. “Let your new wife worry about all the details.”

  “Okay,” I tell her, with a grin. “Right now I’ll just worry about having sex with my new wife in a regular old bed.”

  “That sounds like a good plan,” she says.

  But suddenly I don’t feel like having sex with her in the bed. I feel like doing something better.

  I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me. I kiss her while I put one of my legs up on the bed and pull her into me. I hold onto her ass and while I enter her, my cock jutting deep into her wet pussy.

  “I like this position,” she says. “It feels so good.”

  I look down at her pink lips and dripping wet pussy hole as my cock goes in and out of her. I play with her clit while I thrust.

  She wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her closer and hold her up while I fuck her. She grinds her hips against me and I go faster, and every time she pauses I slap her ass or give it a good squeeze.

  “I’m coming,” she moans, as I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock. “I’m coming on your big cock. I love it. I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I tell her, while she pants and moans. “And now I want to fuck you doggy style.”

  She looks at me with half a smile.

  “Okay,” she says, giving in to my every command.

  Only now do I set her down on the bed, on all fours like I like: her pussy and ass spread open for me, waiting for me, wanting me.

  I push a finger into her asshole and play with it, as she moans and says, “Oh, my God, Ramsey.”

  “Can your husband do what he wants with you?” I ask her.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  Still playing with her ass, I stick my cock in her pussy and thrust hard and deep, filling her up to the brim.

  “I love when you fuck me like this,” she says, squeezing a pillow that’s in front of her while I hold onto her hips and push myself even deeper within her. “I love when your cock fills me all the way up.”

  “I’m so glad we’ve never had to use a condom,” I tell her, as I look down at her naked, open pussy as I fuck it. “I’ve always had all of you to do with as I please.”

  “You know this means we could have another baby, right?” she asks, looking back at me. “James is eating solid food now so I’m nursing him less and less. They say it’s good birth control for a while, but they also said I couldn’t ever even get pregnant, so…”

  “That’s fine,” I tell her, pushing in and out of her pussy while my fingers trace her asshole. “Every boy needs a brother. I would know.”

  “But what about a sister?” she asks, laughing. “Doesn’t he need a sister?”

  “I don’t know,” I tell her. “We’ll see what we get next. And after that, we could have another. I hear three is a good number of kids to have in one family.”

  She laughs and then her breath quickens with the rhythm of my cock inside her.

  “I don’t know about all of that,” she says. “It might be hard if not impossible for us to even have another one, considering my odds the first time around were supposed to be zero.”

  “Well, see how much they know?” I tell her. “And even the doctors have said that now that you’ve had one, they were probably wrong and you could have more.”

  “That’s true,” she says, sighing. “But that’s all in the future and I don’t want to worry about that. I’m happy with our here and now. Our Just One Lifetime together. And I know that this right here, right now, feels really good.”

  “I love it too,” I tell her. “Our lifetime together. And this feeling right here and now.”

  I squeeze her ass while I pump in and out of her, and she begins to moan while she comes again.

  “Oh my God, Ramsey, I’m going to come.”

  “I’ll come with you this time,” I tell her, feeling a pull at the base of my cock. She reaches around and grabs a hold of my balls and that really does it. I give it into the release I’ve been holding back from so that I could make our wedding last longer.

  “I’m going to come in your pussy, Monica,” I tell her, grunting and groaning. “I might knock you up again with another one of my babies.”

  “That’s fine,” she says, panting. “Just let me finish coming before we have to get back to the baby that we do have, tomorrow.”

  I laugh as I come— something I didn’t even know was possible— and I can’t help but feel so grateful that I get to do this any time I want, with Monica, the mother of my child and the only love of my life. When we’re done, I collapse on the bed beside her and think about our baby boy sleeping peacefully at home.

  “Thank you for giving me everything I ever wanted, even if it was a surprise,” I tell her.

  Monica turns her head and mumbles into my chest, “You’re welcome.”

  She’s asleep, and I’m headed there too. Peacefully, now. Lacking nothing except sex on an airplane, which is a small thing to be missing compared to everything I already have.

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  Ramsey & Monica’s “Just for One Weekend” Soundtrack / Song List!

  Here is a playlist of all songs from the soundtrack referenced by Ramsey and Monica in this book, First Comes Love.

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  or this is the link for it: http://hyperurl.co/RamseyPlaylist .

  Heroes – David Bowie

  Tom Sawyer – Rush

  Patience – Guns N Roses

  Motorcycle Drive By – Third Eye Blind

  Under the Bridge – Red Hot Chili Peppers

  Make You Feel My Love – Bob Dylan

  Hallelujah – Leonard Cohen

  Closer – Nine Inch Nails

  Baby – Justin Bieber Ft. Ludacris

  Sweet Child o Mine – Guns N’ Roses

  Can’t Take My Eyes Off You – Frankie Valli

  Righteous Love – Joan Osborne

  Brothers United: Bradford Brothers Bonus Novella

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  Chapter 1 – Jensen

  7 Months Later

  A breeze shoots through Louie’s as some new patrons enter. They’re a yuppie looking couple— she’s got a dress and heels on and he’s wearing a business suit.

  “These two look a little out of place in this dive bar,” I whisper to Larson.

  He and I have been friends since we were SEALs together. Now we’re both in the Desert Dogs motorcycle club.

  “I don’t know,” he says, not bothering to whisper back. Whispering isn’t Larson’s style. “Albuquerque has gone a bit too uphill for my tastes.”

  I can’t resist laughing.

  “What’s on special for happy hour?” the female asks.