Chapter 39
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— Lilac —
It was well past midnight when the party finally wound down.
Betty had claimed the boys hours ago, steering them toward one of the back rooms with promises of ice cream and cartoons.
“You two deserve a night alone,” she’d said, fixing me with a look that made me blush. “I’ll keep them till morning.”
Now Colt was leading me out of the main room, through the side door, into the cool dark of the club grounds.
“Where are we going?”
Before I finished the question he bent and threw me over his shoulder.
“Colt—” I yelped, grabbing the back of his cut. My dress was not designed for this. “Put me down—”
“Nope.” He had one arm hooked across the backs of my thighs, holding me steady, completely unbothered. Somewhere behind us someone whooped. I didn’t look back.
“I can walk—”
“I know you can.”
He carried me across the grounds like that, the night air cool against my flushed face, the party noise fading behind us. I stopped arguing. It was a short walk and he wasn’t slowing down, and after a moment I just let myself be carried.
He pushed open the front door with one hand. He carried me inside, let it fall shut behind us, and set me down with my back against the door—not roughly, just deliberate. His hands braced on either side of my head.
“Wanted to bring you here all night,” he said. “Been watching you in that white dress, knowing what’s underneath, knowing you were finally, officially mine.”
“I was always yours.” I grabbed his cut, hauling him closer. “Now I’m just yours in front of witnesses.”
“Say it again.”
“Yours.” I kissed him, hot and hungry. “Property of Colt.”
He growled against my mouth, his hands finding the zipper at the back of my dress.
“I’ve been thinking about this part all day.
Watching you make those vows, wear that bracelet, become my old lady in front of everyone—” The zipper slid down.
“I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of there.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because the boys were watching.” His fingers pushed the dress off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. “And because I wanted to do this right. Take my time. Unwrap you like the gift you are.”
I stood before him in just my underwear—white lace, chosen deliberately—and watched his eyes go dark with want. The look on his face made me feel powerful, desired, claimed in all the best ways.
“Your turn.” I reached for his cut, sliding it off his shoulders with reverent hands. This leather represented everything he was—his brothers, his life, his choices. And now it represented me too. “I want to see my husband.”
He stripped efficiently—shirt, boots, jeans—until he stood before me in nothing but boxer briefs that did very little to hide how much he wanted me. I let my gaze travel down his body, appreciating every inch.
“Like what you see?”
“You know I do.” I hooked my fingers in his waistband. “Now show me what else you’ve been thinking about all day.”
He picked me up—again—and I wrapped my legs around him and let him carry me to the bedroom. He unclasped my bra the moment we hit the mattress, his mouth finding my nipples, sucking and teasing until I was arching into him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He kissed his way down my stomach, his fingers hooking in my panties. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed breathlessly. “Now stop talking and—oh.”
He’d pulled my panties aside and sealed his mouth over me without warning, his tongue sliding through my folds with devastating precision. My hands flew to his hair, holding on as he devoured me with single-minded focus.
This was different from before—more intense. He ate me like he was proving a point, like he wanted to brand himself on my body so thoroughly I’d never forget who I belonged to. And I didn’t want to forget. I wanted this—wanted him—forever.
“Colt—” I was already close, already shaking. “I’m going to—”
“Do it.” He looked up at me, his eyes fierce. “Come on my tongue, baby. Give me my wedding present.”
I shattered with a cry, pleasure ripping through me in waves. He worked me through it, gentling only when I went boneless beneath him, then crawled up my body with a satisfied smile.
“That’s one,” he said, positioning himself at my entrance. “I’m aiming for at least three before the night’s over.”
“Three? Colt, I don’t think I can—”
He pushed inside me, and whatever I’d been about to say dissolved into a moan. He felt incredible—thick and hard, filling me completely.
“You can,” he said, starting to move. “And you will. Because tonight I’m going to worship every inch of you. Remind you exactly what it means to be mine.”
He made good on his promise.
He took me slow at first, long deep strokes that hit deep and unraveled me.
Then I pushed him onto his back—not thinking, just needing—and climbed on, his hands finding my hips not to guide but to hold.
I set the pace. He let me. The change in angle hit something devastating inside me and I rode him through it until I came apart, my nails in his chest, his name in my mouth.
“Two,” he managed, breathless now. “I want one more.”
“Then keep up.” I leaned down and kissed him hard. “Don’t stop.”
He rolled us, hiking my leg over his hip, driving deeper. His thumb found my clit, circles tight and relentless. “Come with me. Together.”
The pressure built impossibly higher, my oversensitive body somehow finding another peak to climb. Colt’s rhythm grew ragged, and I could feel him getting close.
“Now,” he commanded. “Come for me now.”
I obeyed—not because he ordered it, but because my body couldn’t hold back another second. The orgasm crested and broke, dragging him over the edge with me. He buried himself deep, pulsing inside me, with a groan.
We lay tangled together afterward, sweaty, satisfied and utterly spent.
“I love you,” Colt said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “My wife. My old lady.”
“I love you too.” I traced the tattoo over his heart—the lilac flower he’d gotten during the dark years. “Thank you for waiting for me. For never giving up.”
“Couldn’t give up on you even if I tried.” His arms tightened around me. “You’re stuck with me now. Forever.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He pulled the blanket over us, and I burrowed into his warmth as sleep pulled us both under.