by Nina Levine
Serena’s eyes sparkled. “Sounds good, chica. For the love of God, tell me he’s hot. And tattooed. I fucking want tattoos on the next man I bang.”
Brooke laughed out loud. “You and Nash are so suited it’s not funny. That totally sounded like something he would say.”
Blake cut in, “Ladies, let’s get back to getting ready for this wedding. I don’t really want to hear about banging a hot biker dude.” He turned to me and asked, “Is there anything else you need me to do for you, baby doll?”
I smiled up at him. “No, you’ve done so much already.” He really had. He’d organised the catering for us, and had brought some of his restaurant staff up to Brisbane for the reception. We were having an outdoor wedding at Mt Glorious after the place on the river I’d wanted fell through at the last minute. They’d double booked and screwed us around so J had found an alternative venue for us.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, babe.” His eyes softened, and he added, “I actually think that J’s going to make you very happy. Can’t fucking believe I’m saying that, but I’m man enough to admit when I’m wrong.”
I grinned. “Thank you! I’m just glad you two get along now. Makes my life much bloody easier.”
The rumble of a bike outside distracted us from our conversation. I had no idea how we were getting to the wedding because J had taken care of those plans for me, but I figured it would probably be on the back of a bike. We all headed outside to find two bikes waiting at the curb. I was surprised to see Nash walking up the path to us. Griff was with him, and that didn’t surprise me, but I’d never in a million years thought J would send Nash. They were wearing jeans, t-shirts and their cuts.
Serena’s eyes hit mine; she looked panicked. “Don’t tell me I have to get on the back of a bloody bike in this dress?”
Nash pulled his shades off and grinned at her. His eyes swept down her body and then slowly made their way back up to her face. “Unfortunately not, sweet thing, but I’d be more than happy to put you on the back of my bike after the wedding.”
I looked at Serena to see her giving him the once over too. She hit him with a flirty smile. “You must be Nash.”
“My name on your lips is the best fuckin’ thing I’ve heard all week.”
“These girls weren’t lying,” she murmured, not taking her eyes off him.
He cocked his head to the side. “How’s that, sweet thing?”
“I told them I needed a hot, tattooed biker boy for tonight, and they said you’d probably be up for it.”
Nash sucked in a breath and swung his eyes to me. “Fuck, Madison, where you been hiding this chick?”
I rolled my eyes. “Nash meet Serena, Serena meet your new biker boy,” I hurriedly introduced them, “Now, what’s the plan here, Nash? There are only two bikes but four of us.”
He raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “Settle, babe. We’ve got it under control.”
At that moment, a black Jag eased its way in to park behind the bikes, and Blade stepped out. He directed his gaze to me but I couldn’t see his eyes as they were hidden behind a pair of dark aviators. As he walked towards me I noted that he was dressed in black jeans, t-shirt and suit jacket, and heavy black boots.
He joined us and took his sunglasses off. His eyes were soft as they took me in. “You look beautiful, babe,” he murmured.
I loved it when he was soft and as this wasn’t often, I savoured it. Smiling up at him, I said, “Thank you.”
He turned his attention to Nash. “You’ve got Madison, and the girls are with me, yeah?”
Nash nodded. “Yeah.”
Griff stepped in, his intense eyes focused on me. “Time’s running out. You ready to go, Madison?”
“Yes,” I said, expecting nerves to hit my stomach. I’d been expecting them today because it’s what I’d been told to expect on my wedding day. But I didn’t feel nervous at all. For the first time in a very long time, I felt calm and sure.
Marrying J was exactly what I was supposed to be doing today.
***
“You ready, sweetheart?” Blade asked me, looping our arms together and holding my hand.
I smiled at him. “More than you know.”
I lost him for a moment. His gaze became unfocused; something very unlike Blade. Then he came back to me and softly said, “I’ve come to see that you and J were made for each other, and I understand that type of love; the kind that only fate brings.”
I nodded at him; I was too emotional to say anything because I knew that Blade was referring to his fiancé who had died.
He squeezed my hand. “Let’s get you married.”
My heart expanded as I took in the scene before me. Blade and I were about to walk up the ‘aisle’; a grassy walkway created by bikes parked on either side. At the end was a marquee and our guests were standing in front of that. J was up there; I could see him, and my belly did somersaults as I watched him watch me.
Blade took a step and I followed, and a song began playing. There were speakers set up and I could hear it clearly, and my heart almost burst out of my chest. J hadn’t wanted much to do with planning our wedding but he’d asked to be in charge of a couple of things. One was my transportation to the wedding and the other was the music. He’d been especially adamant that he wanted to choose the song for me to walk down the aisle to and the song we had our first dance to.
The song he’d chosen was “I Will” by Matchbox Twenty. We both loved this band and I knew this song like the back of my hand. Tears pricked my eyes at the meaning behind the song, and I struggled to hold them back.
Blade must have sensed this and he pulled me closer and gripped my hand tight. Amazingly, I made it all the way to J without crying, but when he stepped towards me and took my hand from Blade, the first tear fell and more followed.
J’s gaze caressed me and he smiled before lifting a hand to my cheek and gently brushing the tears away. He moved so he could whisper in my ear, “I’ve got you now, babe.”
I took a deep breath. My emotions were all over the place, but mostly I was happy.
“I know,” I whispered back, and we proceeded to promise ourselves to each other.
***
I smiled at Nash as he stood to make a speech. He winked at me and raised his glass. Then he looked at J. “J didn’t ask me to make a speech but the fucker did ask me to make sure Madison got to the wedding on time, so I’m gonna take it upon myself to give a speech anyway.” He turned his attention back to me. “This wedding’s taken a long fuckin’ time to happen, sweet thing, but J finally got his shit together and I have to hand it to him; I can see how happy he’s made you.” Looking back at J, he said, “You and I have had our differences, brother, but I can finally see what Madison sees in you. Doesn’t mean though, that I’m not watching out for her still. Keep her happy and we’ll all be fuckin’ happy.” He paused and then broke out in a huge grin. “Here’s to the happy couple; may they continue to piss each other off for the rest of their lives.”
Nash sat back down and I couldn’t help myself. Leaning over to J, I asked, “Why did you choose Nash to get me to the wedding?”
“You love him, and I love you. Plus, Nash knows how to handle you; knows how to calm you and I figured you might need that today.” He grinned at me. “I’m trying to change my asshole ways, babe. Trying to get along with that fucker for you.”
“Well you scored points today, J. Lots of points.”
His eyes lit up. “What the fuck do those points get me? Cause I’m ready to cash them in right now.”
I kissed him and then murmured, “That. Anything else, you’re going to have to work for.”
He smirked. “I think we’ve established that the last thing I need to work for is your pussy.”
He was so right.
***
“Congratulations, honey,” my mum said as she enveloped me in a hug.
“Thanks, Mum.” She’d spent some time with me this morning helping me get ready
but after that I hadn’t seen much of her. This was one of the only things about today that I was disappointed in. That and the fact that my father was an asshole and not worth having at my wedding.
“Your father -” she started but I cut her off.
“Please don’t mention him, Mum. Not today.”
“Okay, honey,” she said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“Thank you.”
“J’s a lucky man,” she murmured. “And I’m so happy that you found a man who loves you as much as he does.”
I hugged her again. It meant a lot to me that one of my parents knew how good J was for me, and supported me in my choice.
As we broke our hug, I noticed J giving me the look that said ‘get your ass over here’. “I’ve got to go and see what J wants, Mum, but I’ll catch up with you a little later on, okay?”
She nodded and I made my way to my bossy biker. He looked hot today dressed in his jeans, tight black t-shirt and cut. It was pretty much his standard attire but I could tell he’d taken extra care today. And that body of his. My eyes soaked him in. His muscles flexed under that t-shirt and I was getting anxious to get it off of him.
He noticed me checking him out and smirked at me. “How long you reckon it would take to get you out of here and under me somewhere?”
I was just about to answer him when we were interrupted by some of his biker friends. He pulled me close and I whispered back, “Not long, baby, so let’s hurry this along.”
He looked down at me and shook his head. “You’re gonna kill me one day, you know that, right?”
***
J draped his arm over the back of my chair and leant close to me. “You ready for our first dance, sweetheart?”
“Oh God, J, are you going to kill me with this song too?”
He grinned at me. “You liked that other one?”
“Yes,” I murmured “I loved that you picked that. Who knew you could be so deep?”
“Fuck, babe. My cock gets hard when you say deep,” he groaned.
I smacked him lightly on the arm. “Can you get your mind out of the gutter for even a moment?”
“Not when you’re next to me. And not when I haven’t fucked you for a good twenty four hours.”
I decided it was time to play with him. I turned my head so our lips were close, and whispered, “I did what you said.”
He looked perplexed. “And what was that?”
“You said not to wear any underwear.”
His eyes widened. “Christ, woman. Don’t fucking tell me that now.” He looked away from me and then back at me before saying, “This dance is gonna have to wait.” He grabbed my hand and abruptly stood up, pulling me with him.
However just as he did that, Griff, our MC for tonight, called out, “Time for your first dance, you lucky bastard.”
I stifled a laugh; J actually looked pained. “Come on, baby. Let’s get this done and then you can take me out of here and fuck me,” I said just loudly enough for him to hear me.
Now he just looked pissed off. But he pulled me towards the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his hands on my ass. Then he promised, “One dance and then I swear I’m gonna fuck you so you never forget it. You’ll remember our first time as a married couple for the rest of your fucking life, Mrs Reilly.”
I broke out in a huge smile. “I like the sound of that,” I said.
He chuckled. “Yeah, so do I, babe.”
I shook my head. “No, J. I meant that I liked you calling me Mrs Reilly.”
His face softened, and he lightly kissed me. “Been a long time coming, sweetheart, but I finally made you mine.”
The music started playing, and J nodded as I took in the words of the song he’d chosen. Tears threatened again as I listened to “(Everything I Do) I Do It For You” by Bryan Adams.
I curled my hand around his neck and pulled his face down to mine. “I was yours from the first day we met, J, you just didn’t know it.”
Epilogue
Jason
I sat up and looked at Madison. “You ready?”
“Yeah, move.” She waved her hand indicating I should get out of the way.
I laughed, and stood up, and she took my place.
The tattooist smiled at her and then she got to work on Madison’s tattoo, the one on her wrist that matched mine.
The tattooist enquired, “Is this your wedding date I’m adding to this tat?”
“Yes. Is it a dead giveaway that we’re on our honeymoon?” Madison laughed.
“You do have that just married feel, yeah,” the tattooist admitted, and then asked Madison, “How the hell did you get your husband to agree to ink himself with this tattoo? Mine wouldn’t have a bar of it. He’d mutter something about sentimental bullshit and how he’s not into that shit.” She looked at me and winked.
“J actually got the tat before me; it’s his design. And I’m starting to realise, after twelve years together, that he’s a sentimental bastard.”
“No shit,” the chick muttered, hitting me with a look of surprise.
Madison dug my grave marked ‘pussy’ even further by adding, “Oh, you should see my wedding ring that he had engraved. On the inside of the band is a replica of this tat with these dates on it too. His is the same.”
“Fuck me,” the tattooist said, shaking her head. Then she looked at me again and said, “For future reference, where do I find a guy like you? You know, just in case my husband runs off with some slut.”
“Trust me, babe, you don’t want a guy like me. I’m a moody fuck at the best of times, just ask my wife,” I said.
“Good with his hands though,” Madison teased, and they both laughed.
“Well, you can’t argue with that. But this tat is something else; I love it when guys come in here getting symbolic stuff like this.”
My phone rang and I excused myself, and walked outside.
“Griff. What’s up?”
“Just sending through an email conversation I tracked down?”
“Why are you sending it to me, brother?”
“It’s between Marcus and the Adelaide President; a conversation about the pictures of you and that blonde that were taken when you were down there. They set you up on that one, J. Seems he paid the bitch to hit on you and make it look like you guys had hooked up.”
“The fucking bitch was all over me that night; I couldn’t get her off me.”
“Marcus always planned to use it against you.”
I fought the rising anger I felt towards Marcus; this anger never seemed to go away, and I wondered what would happen if the day came where I failed to contain it. “Thanks, Griff.”
“Thought you might want to show it to Madison, in case she had any lingering doubt. You don’t need to start your marriage off with that shit between you.”
I saw what he was saying. Madison had surprised the shit out of me when she’d blindly accepted my word that nothing happened, and for me, it had been a real turning point for us. It proved to me just how much faith and trust she had in me.
We hung up and I headed back inside. Madison was just finishing up with the tattooist so I paid the bill, and then we headed outside into the sunshine. March in Port Douglas was beautiful and we’d had a great time over the last two weeks. Tomorrow we headed home; back to deal with this club shit. Until then, I’d enjoy having my wife to myself.
“Who was on the phone?” she asked.
“Griff.”
“Is everything okay?”
I pulled my phone out and passed it to her, the message open and ready for her to read. “Yeah baby, he sent me this for you to read.”
She frowned as she took the phone off me. A minute later she looked up at me, smiled and handed the phone back to me.
“So?” I asked her.
“J, I didn’t need to read that to know you were being truthful about that woman.”
“Really?”
“Really. We’ve been through a hell of a lot tog
ether, and I’m at a place now where I know you. I know that you love me. I know that this is forever, no matter what. And I know that I’m the only one for you. You’ve laid your soul out for me, baby, flaws and all; you’ve given me all of you.” She rested her hand gently against my cheek. “You might be a dirty mouthed, moody asshole, but you love with all your heart and that’s all a woman can ask for. So yeah, I don’t need further proof of your love and commitment.”
Fuck me.
I kissed her and then murmured, “I love you.”
She leant her forehead against mine. “I love you, too.”
We stayed connected like that for a couple of minutes, letting that settle in.
When we finally pulled apart, she smiled and promised me the world. “We’re getting our forever, J.”
THE END
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Nash
After the Wedding
Fuck me, this chick was something fucking else. I’d be having words with Madison when I saw her next for not introducing me and Serena earlier. I stood transfixed as she kicked her heels off. Most chicks would just kick them off. Not this one. She wore sexy like a second skin. Her flirty eyes held mine as she seductively eased out of those fuck-me shoes. My cock stood up, screaming for some attention. Hell, who the fuck was I kidding? She’d had my cock hard all fucking night.
“Nash, how many chicks do you screw in an average week?”
What the fuck? What kind of chick asked that type of question? I answered her honestly. “As many as I can talk into it.”
She gave me an impatient look. “Yeah, give me a number. Ball park.”
I shrugged. Fuck, I hoped this didn’t put an end to our fun tonight. “Seven on a good week. But average is probably three.”
I waited for her to call it quits but was happy as fuck when she started taking off her dress.
“Thank Christ,” she said, “I’m sick to dead of dud lays. You sound like a man who knows what he’s doing.”
I grinned, and popped the button on my jeans. “Sweet thing, once I’m finished with you, you won’t even fuckin’ remember those dud lays. I’ll wipe them from your memory. All you’ll remember will be my cock and its many talents.”