Guarded (Calavera Hotels #3)

40. Nero

Chapter 40

Nero

J asper takes his place between Ariella and me. Turns out the son of a bitch was an ordained minister.

The open stage made up for a lack of an altar, and my bride was already dressed for the occasion. This wasn’t the wedding she deserved, but the smile on her face was all I needed.

“Do you, Nero Dizon, take Ariella Reyes to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Jasper says.

I look at her, her hand in mine, and feel full in this moment.

“Hell ya,” I say, causing her to blush.

“Do you, Ariella Reyes, take Nero Dizon to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

The green embers of her eyes shine up at me, and my heart jumps when she says confidently, “I do.”

I don’t wait for Jasper to finish his words before tugging Ariella toward me and slamming my mouth to hers.

My woman.

My wife.

Never in a million years did I imagine I’d find someone to spend forever with. Our paths were never meant to cross. She was too perfect for me. I was too broken for her.

The real world would see our age difference, upbringing, and social statuses and threaten to keep us apart. The real world can fuck off because a little thing called fate was always making way for two people who needed each other to find a way.

Ariella and I sign a piece of paper Ofelia printed out twenty minutes before securing our future to one another. Somehow, Louie convinces us all to shotgun a can of Modelo, and Chunks puts on a Taylor Swift song for our first dance.

“One dance Princess, and then we’re leaving this shit hole,” I whisper into her ear.

“Yes, Sir.” She beams, wrapping her arms around me.

When the song ends, Ofelia offers to watch Guapo so I can show Ariella the surprise.

The shit faces decorated the bike while Ari and I danced. Cans are tied to the back of the bike with a “Just Married” sign.

I sit Ari on my bike and drop to my knees. She panics and looks around.

“Nero,” she chastises me.

“Calm down, Princess. There are traditions we must hold up to.”

I dive under the skirt of her dress until I find the garter and use my teeth to drag it down her leg. When I emerge from underneath, the guys shout and scream.

They shout our fight song, I turn, and I toss it into the crowd. Louie jumps up and catches it!

“Hell ya! I’m next.”

Jasper takes it from him and slaps him across the head.

“You can’t even wipe your ass.” He mumbles.

Ari laughs contagiously. I lift her to face me and set us back on the bike. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and I take off up the hill.

“Where are we going?” She shouts over the air, beating against us.

“Home,” I reply.

All the money I had been saving to help Tala was not wasted. I drive up the long driveway to the house I purchased on the top of the hill, looking over the clubhouse.

The other houses were under construction for the other members, but I’d spent the last week making sure this was fully furnished. I stop the bike when I reach the driveway. Ari releases me from her embrace.

“Hold on,” I say, covering her eyes with my hand.

Helping her off the bike, I turn her to face the soft pink house in front of her. I drop my hand, and she gasps.

“What is this?” she says, taking in the house.

“It’s our home, Princess,” I say, earning a wide smile from Ari.

“I love it.” She cries.

Taking my face in her hands, she presses her lips to mine. Prying my lips apart with her tongue, she deepens the kiss. She pauses and breaks away from me, the lust in her eyes taking over.

“Fuck me. Right here, on your bike. In our driveway.”

Putang ina mo .

I lift her and set her backward on my bike. Pushing her back firmly against the fuel tank of my bike. Straddling the bike, I move between her legs. My dick comes to life at the sight of her staring up at me.

And she’s wearing a wedding dress.

Her body begging me to consummate this marriage.

I take my time lifting up her dress. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation. Feeling up her soft, bare legs and circling my thumb over the fullness of her thighs.

Greedy green eyes stare up at me as I free my cock. My head drops to the plunged opening between her breasts, and I use my teeth to pull the fabric down. Lowering my mouth to her peaked nipple, I lick the hardened peak.

“Your tits were made for me, Maniká.”

I love the way her eyes beg me, a whimper escaping her at the sensation. I bite at her other nipple and suck it into my mouth. Her back arches and her hands grab onto the back of my head.

“God. Nero.” She moans when I run my tongue back over her nipple, releasing it and searching for her lips.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I growl.

“I’m all yours bebé.” She lifts herself up and presses her lips to mine.

I bunch her dress up and push her panties to the side. She moans in my mouth. My dick has no patience and thrust inside her. Her pussy clenches down on me.

“What a dirty little puta. Fucking your husband in the driveway.” Her hooded eyes remain on mine as her pussy swallows me whole.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

Thrust.

“You’re mine, Ari.”

Thrust

“My fucking wife.”

Thrust.

Her tits bounce up and down as I thrust in, and she balances on the front of my bike. Her pussy welcomes me home. She cries out my name, holding tight to me, bucking wildly to meet my every thrust.

“I love you.” She says right before her orgasm hits.

“I love you too, Maniká.”

The words undo me. I love this woman with every fucking fiber of my being. I thrust in hard and deep until I find euphoric relief.

I fill her with my cum. Pulling out, I reach between us and shove the cum leaking out back inside her.

“Mine,” I growl.

Lifting her up. She wraps her arms around me. A content and fully satisfied smile spread across her lips. I open the door and carry her over the threshold of our new home.

To start our lives.

I’ll never know heartache again.

Not with her.

The only woman I’ll ever need.

My wife.