by Ryan Michele
It’s what she’s wanted since we talked about when and where we’d get married. I just pushed the time frame along a bit. My heart beats wildly waiting for her response.
Leah turns to me. “You do realize this is perfect, so I can’t kill you for not letting me plan my own wedding.”
A chuckle leaves me. “I want you to be my mine in every way possible.”
“I already am.” She rolls up on her toes and kisses me soundly as I hear my brothers whistle, and their ol’ ladies cheer.
Leah pulls away from me as her father comes up and clears his throat. “Let me walk my daughter down the aisle, son.”
On a swift nod, I release Leah and make my way down to the other end of the winter wonderland where the officiant who is also marrying Cooper and Bristyl stands.
The music plays as I watch my woman come toward me. Something her father says makes tears flow down her face. She’s all in white except for my leather on her back. Bristyl wanted her to wear the white dress, but it’s not a traditional thing. It’s short and very easy to pull up so I can fuck her later. Her hair is pulled up at the sides and ringlets fall down her back. Gorgeous. Fuck, I love this woman. Mine
She makes it to me, and her father holds out his hand and shakes mine firmly. “Take care of my baby.” Tears float in his eyes.
“Always.”
Grabbing each other’s hands, we make our way up to the officiant who grins then starts to speak. I’m not paying attention to anything he’s saying. Truth be told, I’m not paying attention to anyone but the woman in front of me.
All I can think about is kissing her and slipping my wedding band on her finger. The officiant coughs, gaining my attention. “Yeah.”
“As I said, repeat after me.”
Of fuck. Chuckles are heard throughout the room. Hell, it’s not every day a man gets married. At least not me. One and done. That’s all she wrote.
I repeat the words then she does the same, but I’m not done. “I have a few words.” The officiant nods as my woman’s eyes glisten. I’m not one for talking. I’m not one for sharing all my shit with the world. Today is different. Today, Leah and I become one for the world, for life. I want her and everyone to know exactly what she means to me.
“Love you, baby. Know our time together started out rough, but we made it through the other side. Life is never easy. We’ll face challenges and be pissed at each other more times than there are days probably, but in the end, our love is our bond. Nothing can touch us as long as we’re together.” I reach for her hand and slip the solid band on her finger. “Swear to you I’ll protect you for all our days. I’ll love you and give everything I have to you, for today and every day we have forever.”
Leah’s sobs come out harsh as Bristyl hands her a Kleenex. “I wasn’t supposed to be stupid sappy, Green, but this is what you get for springing this one on me.” Her smile is sexy as hell. “I will stand by you. Love you and be the rock that you need. The hard times will help us appreciate the good. I love you.” She slips my band on my finger.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Taking not a second, I dive into my woman.
My wife.
Our happily ever after. Fuck yeah.
4
Austyn
“If you do something like this and don’t let me plan my own wedding, no blow jobs for the rest of your life.”
Ryker chuckles, but I am not kidding. “Babe, you’ve had my ring on your finger for a while now. You wanna get married tomorrow. Let’s do it. A year from now. That’s cool too. You’re already mine, and I don’t need a scrap of paper to tell me otherwise. So no, I won’t be takin’ away your planning.”
“Such a romantic.”
He shrugs with a smile on his sexy as hell lips. “Always.”
“This is so cool of Bristyl. Some women get all pissed off wanting to be the center of attention, but not her. She’s out there dancin’ her ass off with Leah. She’s so perfect for my brother.”
She was made to be with Cooper and I can’t wait to see him say his vows. Tears spring to my eyes; yes, it’ll be a tissue fest, that’s for sure. He’s my big brother, and I love him. And I love her.
“Perfect time to do it. We’re all here. Leah’s folks are here. And yours. Hey, you wanna be next?”
I jab my elbow into his ribs as he bursts out laughing. “You think you’re so damn funny. Just for that no sex for you tonight.”
His laughter becomes so much people begin to stare at us wondering what the hell is going on. I ignore it because with Ryker, I’m used to it. He’s always doing something crazy, gathering attention. It’s one of the things I love about him, but don’t tell him, because his head would explode, and I’d never hear the end of it.
“Babe, I tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock deep in your throat and lace my fingers through your hair massaging your head—you’ll give up anything.” He pulls me in, kissing my temple.
Fucker is right. “Why do you have to be so hot? It’s your fault.”
He holds his arms out with a cocky grin, and I know what’s coming. The vault has been opened and the gauntlet thrown down. “Babe, there is no better than this right here.”
My eyes roll dramatically. While I believe he’s right about that, I’d never tell him. Instead, I act annoyed. It’s a game. The push and pull that keeps our relationship on its toes. The one that we’ve never lost. I love that he knows how to push my buttons, and I can do the same to him.
It riles me up, and I’ll be dragging his ass out of here soon to work that out.
He pulls me in his arms, leans down, and kisses me hard and deep. My thoughts scramble, focusing on his lips on mine and nothing more.
When he releases me, I say one word, “October.”
His smile lights up his face. “October.”
Looks like I’m getting hitched in a few months.
Hell yeah.
5
Crow
My brother is getting married. Fuck me. It’s still strange to say those words. Brother. Yes, we’ve gotten closer. Yes, we see each other often. But there is all this time we missed. It’s a learning experience that we’re both working on.
When I got the call from Cooper to be at the wedding, the answer was immediately yes. There was no way in hell I’d miss this big day for him.
We’ve missed way too much as it is. It’s time to build memories and not have the past dictate how we proceed in life.
Rylynn’s arms squeeze around me, and I look down at her. Fuck, she’s beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The most gorgeous blue eyes that always capture me. Entrap me. Love me.
Life led us to be together, and I’ll never let her go. She owns me just as much as I own her.
Together, we’re unstoppable.
I kiss her temple. “If you make me cry like this, I’ll kick your ass.”
This makes me throw my head back and laugh. It’s deep in my gut and feels so damn good. Not only that, my woman would try. She’d get a few hard licks in before I took over and fucked her.
It’s what I love about her. She takes no shit and tells it like it is.
“I’ll have you cryin’ alright.” Her brows lift. “Cryin’ out for me to fuck you harder.”
It is her turn to laugh. “That’s a given.”
Bending my head down, I take my woman’s mouth and show her exactly how much I love her.
Now and forever. Let’s do this.
6
Rylynn
I love him.
Our journey has been paved with obstacles one after another. It’s time for us to be happy. Time for our families to be happy.
I love being in Rebellion. I truly feel like home there. Maybe because it’s still Ravage, but mostly because it’s Crow and where Crow is, well, that is home. We visit Sumner often, and, of course, when Cooper called about his wedding there was no hesitation in coming to Florida.
All together, all in celebration, this shit feel
s good.
No matter where the road ahead leads us, we’ll all support one another through every curve, hard turns, and even the unpaved paths.
Ravage MC until the end.
7
Deke
“Son.” My father comes up and slaps me on the shoulder, then crosses his arms over his chest all the while still looking out at my sister being a goof on the dance floor. Emery is one of a kind, and it’s great to see her happy.
Don’t like thinking about her with Jacks, but it is what it is. No man wants to think of his sister that way. And if he hurts her, I’ll break his fucking neck. Brother or not, Emery is always going to be my little sister, and I’ll protect her with all that I have.
I lift my chin in greeting to him. The tension between us isn’t as dense as it once was. Before, when I left, we couldn’t be in the same room with each other. He’d been so angry with me for leaving that it severed remotely anything I had with him.
Now, that I’ve been back for a while, our relationship is a work in progress. We’re creating a new normal. There are times when I see this look come across his face, like he’s remembering something from that time in our lives.
Can’t help him with that. I’ve already let it go. It’s up to him if he does or not.
For the most part, though, we’re good and have spent a shit load of time together. Just like right now, standing next to each other without a word but conveying so much at the same time.
My mother steps in front of me beautiful as ever. Her blonde hair is growing from when the chemo took most of it. She’s been in remission for a while now and is back to her old self. Except, she puts a lot more time into making sure we all get together. My parents, Emery, and myself. Now our significant others too. Meaning every holiday, birthday—hell once a damn week, we get together for at least dinner. But we all need this. Need to grow together and be the family we were always destined to be.
She’s also found a fondness for taking pictures. That shit I do not like. Cameras in my face every second pisses me off, and it gets harder and harder to let her do her thing. I get it. She came close to death and now wants to remember everything. It’s just not something I like.
“How’s my boys?” Her smile radiates in the room. This woman has been through so much in her life: leaving Sumner, losing a child, losing me, cancer. It’s time for her to stop feeling any kind of pain.
“Good.” I step forward and wrap my arms around her, engulfing her tiny body. That’s another thing, hugs. My mom, Angel, is a hugger.
Stepping apart, she moves between me and my father. “Can you believe two weddings?” she says excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I mean, one we knew of, but then this surprise. This is so exciting!”
Both my father and I look down at the same time, smiling at my mom. She grasps my father’s hand and begins to pull him.
“Fuck no, woman,” he growls.
Mom stomps her foot. “GT, get your ass out here and dance with me.”
“I don’t fuckin’ dance.”
She tugs on his arm. “Yes, you do!”
He shakes his head and moves out to the dance floor as a slow song begins playing, and my father wraps himself around her. He loves her with everything inside of him, and I love that for them. Love watching them together, and I want that for Rylie and me.
Regardless of the right or wrongs between my father and me, he taught me what it was to be a man who loves his woman.
My girl stands over by the bar, and I make my way to her with my brow raised, looking at her glass of brown liquid.
Her lip turns up as she holds the glass. “Diet.”
I smile, wrapping her up in my arms. “Let’s go for a walk.”
She nods, and we head out.
Rylie gets me in a way no one has before. She is it for me, my better half if you need a label.
This is my life, our life, and it is damn good.
8
Rylie
The sand caresses my feet with each step, while the sun sets in the background and the waves crash to the shore. It’s a beautiful night for a walk and even better with the man holding my hand.
My man.
What it’s not good for is a swim. I have a bit of aversion to bodies of water, but guess that happens when you drown in one and have to be shocked back to life twice. Not being here with Deke, that’s a feeling I have to push away because it almost came true.
Especially now. God, especially now.
I’m a tough bitch. I know it and don’t hide it. I still work in the gym with Charlie and at X with Princess, Blaze, and Angel. It’s a great place to work, but now Deke wants me to quit; except I don’t want to. I get why he does, and maybe down the road I will. One can’t tell the future.
It’s a sore subject, and I refuse to bring it up on this happy occasion.
The beach is pretty scarce, which I’m shocked about considering the amount of people that are here during the day. But I like the quiet.
Deke stops and pulls me into his arms. Looking up at him, he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Never thought I’d love a man this much. Hell, never thought it was in the cards for me. But fuck I’m happy we’re here—together.
“Love you, babe.”
A smile graces my face. “That’s good because you’re stuck with me.”
His lip tips at the corner. “Damn straight.”
He leans down and kisses me hard, deep, and wet. Even though this is one of a million kisses he’s given me, it’s just like the first, setting my world on fire. I’m wet, hot, and ready for him. Hell, I can’t seem to keep my hands off of him.
While that was true before, now it’s like fucking crack. My libido is all over the damn place, always craving him, wanting him.
“All it takes is a kiss.”
Cocky bastard.
“You did it.”
“Fuck yeah I did.”
Hope he thinks that way when I’m big as a fucking house and can’t get up off the couch. Truthfully, when I look down at my toned stomach—thank you tons of gym time—I can’t see how a baby is going to fit in there. Where is it going to grow? It can’t go down, so it has to go out. Am I going to see my toes?
The biggest question is, can I handle this, and not just the carrying the baby part. The mom part in general. I’ve never changed a diaper before. Never given a baby a bottle. Never burped one, and judging from the YouTube videos, it comes back up.
More than that, Deke and I will go from two to three. Unfortunately, these thoughts keep running through my head. What if I drop the baby? What if I can’t give it a bath? Will he still find me sexy? Will we have time together? Is not being married before the baby comes wrong? Do I really give a fuck? About the marriage part, fuck no.
I’m a nervous fucking wreck, and it’s why I’m taking classes coming up and doing some online shit to learn how to take care of an infant. I may be a shit mom now, but when that baby comes into this world, I won’t be. No, I refuse to be. He or she will have someone who knows what she’s doing.
“You sure you want to tell everyone at brunch? I mean, Leah and Green had their wedding tonight. Bristyl and Coop are getting married tomorrow, and brunch is the day after. Don’t you think it’s too much?”
“Fuck no,” he answers immediately, and I knew he would. Deke has been beside himself wanting to tell every-freaking-body, but somehow—okay through sex—I talked him into not saying anything and keeping it secret. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the others to know, I just wanted a little bit of time to hold it close to us. Sounds strange, but it is what it is.
Then we made a deal. Three months because by then I’d start showing or, at least, I thought I’d be showing more. But now all of this excitement, it’s not that I want my own thunder, far from it. This trip just isn’t about us. He wants to do it at brunch. Knowing my man, though, he will not change his mind.
“Babe, we’re tellin’ ‘em. I’m not waitin’.”
“Okay, babe
. Love you.”
“You’re gonna be a fuckin’ great mom. Thank you for giving this to me. Love you,” he says, melting my heart, and the worries fade away in the background. He lifts me up and carries me to a nearby lounge chair. It has a cabana, and we’re practically hidden.
This is good, because my man always loves to celebrate.
9
Nox
The bed dips as I roll into Carsyn, kissing her arm up to her neck and ear. “Mornin’,” I whisper there softly as she shifts. Her beautiful eyes look up at me. I swear, sometimes I think they’re filled with surprise that I’m here with her. Like she’s going to wake up from a dream, and we won’t be real.
That shit isn’t happening.
Fucking love this woman. She’s so fucking strong, and she’s only now beginning to see it in herself. It’s taking a long ass time, but it’s to be expected. She had a shit life, but now she has the best I can fucking give her.
“Morning.”
I lean down and take her lips. She pulls away and slaps my shoulder playfully. “Let me brush my teeth.”
“Seriously?”
She smiles, and I take her lips once more. She tastes as sweet as she did the first time we kissed, but now it’s free. Yes, free. I can actually feel the difference. Her past had chains, and I refuse to let them come back to haunt her. Ever. I made fucking sure of it. All of it.
Now, we live life free.
We shower, and it takes a while considering I have to fuck her.