Chapter Seventeen
March
The stars and moon shone above us in the night sky as I gripped Vi’s hands. Her eyes, glassy with unshed tears, focused on mine. My brothers, along with Jo and Eliza, stood silently. My heart hammered like a piston in my chest, nerves twisted with a love so fierce it almost hurt.
“March, do you take Violet to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Hatter’s voice was steady, but emotion tinged its edges. The Pres had been licensed online in order to preside over my wedding to Violet. I really owed him one this time.
“Without a doubt. I take her, all of her -- past, present, and future.”
Vi’s fingers trembled in mine, but her spirit, that resilient flame inside her, burned bright enough for both of us.
“And you, Vi? Do you take March to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
She nodded, words catching in her throat before spilling out soft and clear. “I do. In every way, I do.”
We slipped the rings onto each other’s fingers -- a symbol of our love and devotion. My thumb brushed over her knuckles, wanting to savor this moment.
“Forever, March,” she whispered, her voice a beacon through any storm. “I want to be with you until the very end.”
“Forever,” I promised back, sealing our vows with a kiss that had my brothers whistling and stomping their boots.
The roar of applause and the rev of engines filled the air as Vi and I turned to face our Underland MC family. Hatter’s voice boomed over the crowd, “I now pronounce you man and wife!”
“Brother, you did good!” Cheshire clapped my back, his mischievous grin wider than ever. Absolem, silent as always, nodded with approval, the rare smile on his face worth a thousand words. They stood close, witnesses to our union. Having them here meant the world to me, and they knew it.
“Welcome to the family, Vi,” Cheshire said, his tone laced with warmth beneath the usual sarcasm. She smiled up at him, a genuine connection sparking as she found her place among us.
“Thank you. All of you.” Her voice trembled with emotion, but it was strong, too -- like her.
“Let’s celebrate!” someone shouted, and everyone headed inside, where Jo and Eliza had prepared some food.
“Ready for the next adventure?” I whispered to Vi as the noise rose around us.
“Always,” she answered, eyes gleaming with curiosity and trust.
“Close your eyes then.” I reached for the bandana in my pocket, feeling her surprise as I tied it gently over her eyes. Her hands found mine, gripping tightly.
“March? What are you --”
“Shh, just trust me.” My heart raced again, this time with anticipation for what lay ahead.
“Is that… a motorcycle?” Her excitement was palpable even through the blindfold. Her fingers trailed over the leather seat.
“Got it in one,” I chuckled, helping her onto the bike before swinging a leg over myself. The engine rumbled to life beneath us.
“Where are we going?” Her voice danced with excitement, the thrill of the unknown making her words quiver.
“Somewhere where it’s just you and me.” I felt her nod against my back, her arms wrapping around my waist. “And don’t worry. Eliza and Jo said they’d take care of Shine and Luna for us.”
“Let’s go, then,” she pressed, and I didn’t need another word.
Pulling out of the lot, I glanced back at our family, their cheers still ringing in my ears.
Asphalt blurred beneath us, a winding serpent that carved through the heart of the mountains. I twisted the throttle, and the bike roared its approval, devouring each curve with a ravenous hunger. Vi clung to me, her body pressed tight against my back as we leaned into another hairpin turn. The wind tore at us, wild and relentless, but it was freedom that screamed in our ears, that flooded our veins.
“It’s incredible!” Vi yelled, still blindfolded but enjoying the ride just the same.
“Wait until you see the view,” I shouted back over my shoulder, my words snatched away by the rush of air. Trees flashed past in a blur of green under the moonlight.
The bike thrummed beneath us, a beast of chrome and leather, and I felt every pulse of its power resonate with my own heartbeat. We flew past rocky outcrops, the scent of pine sharp in my nostrils. My focus was absolute -- on the road, on the woman I loved, on the life we were racing toward.
Finally, we broke free from the embrace of the forest, and ahead lay our sanctuary. Nestled among trees that had stood watch for centuries was the cabin -- a promise of solitude made of wood and stone. I killed the engine, and silence descended like the first snowfall of winter.
“Are we here?” Vi’s voice was hushed, reverent even without sight.
“Open your eyes,” I said, unwinding the bandana from around her head with careful fingers.
She blinked, eyes wide as she took in the cabin. It stood humble yet proud, a chimney stack that promised warmth, windows glowing like amber. The porch creaked as we walked up to the door. It felt as if the cabin itself had been waiting for our arrival.
“It’s…” She trailed off, lost for words.
“Ours,” I finished for her, taking her hand and leading her inside.
The interior was all rich woods and soft fabrics, a fire already crackling merrily in the hearth. A bed, large and beckoning, was piled high with quilts, while the back windows offered glimpses of a world untouched, untamed.
“Welcome home, Vi.” My voice was a growl of contentment, resonating within the wooden walls.
“Home?” she echoed. Her gaze scanned the cabin, taking it all in.
“I bought this place. It’s more of a weekend getaway type of cabin. There’s a full bathroom, an efficiency-size kitchen, and one hell of a view. Thought it would be the perfect spot for a honeymoon.”
My fingers brushed hers, calloused but gentle, and I watched her shoulders relax beneath my touch. Each breath she took seemed to draw in the quiet and stillness of the mountain.
She turned into my embrace. Her warmth seeped into my bones, a balm to the chill in the air. Our foreheads touched. The world outside faded until there was only this: the shared heartbeat, the unspoken promises, the tapestry of scars we carried. We were the sum of our battles, our love hard-won and fierce.
Her gaze held mine. She didn’t have to say a word. I could practically read her thoughts. We’d had our wedding today, and someone important had been missing, but we knew Ben would want us to be happy.
I loved her so damn much. She saw through the soldier and the biker to the man beneath.
Our lips met, a tender clash of souls hungry for contact. I tasted her, the sweet tang of new beginnings, and felt something shift inside me -- a release of every tightly wound coil. In her kiss, I found absolution.
This cabin would be our sanctuary, and for tonight, it would give us the privacy we craved on our special day. We shed our clothes, discarding them on the wooden floor. I planned to worship her body all night and into the morning, adoring every single part of her.
I couldn’t help but admire the perfection of my wife. She had the prettiest fucking body I’ve ever seen. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, and I couldn’t wait to suck on them. The way her hips swayed as she walked always made me want to rip off her clothes and bury myself inside her right then and there.
Without a word, I pinned her against the wall, my hard cock pressing into her soft stomach. I wanted her to know who was in charge here.
“You’re mine tonight,” I whispered into her ear, my free hand tracing delicate circles around her nipple. She shivered in response, arching her back against me.
“Yes,” she moaned, “please.”
I pulled away from her slightly, giving myself enough room to admire the view. My cock twitched at the sight of her curves. Fuck! I couldn’t wait any longer.
I grabbed both sides of her head and crashed my lips down onto hers again, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She met my kiss with equal fervor, moaning as she ran her hands over my chest and down my abs.
I pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand while using the other to tease one of those perfect nipples with my thumb and forefinger. She squirmed beneath me, arching into my touch as if begging for more.
“You like that?” I asked, leaning down to lick along the line of her jawbone up toward her earlobe before nipping at it gently with my teeth. She whimpered softly in response, nodding frantically.
I continued to torment those perfect tits with my hands while moving lower until I was hovering over her quivering stomach. My cock was aching for release, but I wasn’t going to give in just yet. This was going to be a long night filled with pleasure for both of us.
I eased a hand down between her legs, parting her slick pussy. Her hard little clit practically begged for attention. Using my shoulders to spread her thighs wider, I leaned in and lapped at her sweet honey.
“Marcus!” Her hips thrust up, and I sank a finger into her, pumping it in and out slowly. As I tormented my sweet new wife, I made her come not once, not twice, but three times.
I settled over her and eased my cock into her. Her legs went around my waist, pulling me in deeper. Her soft cries filled the cabin as I thrust into her. It wasn’t our first time together, and yet it felt different. Knowing she was my wife changed things.
I didn’t think I’d be able to hold back and took her harder and faster. The moment her pussy squeezed my cock, I knew I was done for. Gripping her hips tight, I powered into her, not stopping until every last drop of cum had been wrung from my balls.
Afterward, we lay panting on the bed, and I pulled her into my arms. It may have ended quickly, but I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. We’d rest a bit, I’d feed her, and then we’d go for round two.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. “For everything.”
I stroked her hair, dark strands slipping through my fingers. “No need for thanks. It’s us now. You and me. We’re a package deal.”
She lifted her gaze to mine. “You’ve given me a home, a family.”
* * *
The days melded into one another, each moment a treasure. We cooked together, laughter echoing as flour dusted our clothes and faces. She danced around the kitchen, a graceful whirlwind, while I watched, captivated.
“Try this,” she said, offering a spoonful of sauce. Its rich flavor burst on my tongue, as surprising and delightful as the woman before me. It looked like she’d been picking up a few things from Jo and Eliza.
“Perfect,” I declared, not just speaking of the food.
After we ate, we wandered through the forest. Birds serenaded us, their songs weaving through the canopy above. Sunlight dappled Vi’s skin, turning it golden, and I couldn’t resist pulling her close for a kiss.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, eyes locked on hers, not the scenery.
“March,” she laughed, cheeks flushing with pleasure, “you’re biased.”
“Guilty.”
She leaned into my touch. “I can’t believe we’re here. That I’m here… with you.”
“Believe it. You’re my strength, my calm in the storm.” I tightened my hold on her. “You make the Underland MC not just a club, but a home.”
“Your home is my home.”
“We’ll keep riding together. Build something solid for the future, for our little one.”
“Within the club,” she said, “we’ll raise our child to know loyalty, respect… and love.”
“Love above all,” I confirmed. Our dreams, once ghosts in the wind, now had substance. They were tangible things we could chase down.
* * *
After we’d been at the cabin nearly a week, I knew it was time to head back. Dawn broke as we packed up our few belongings.
“Ready to head back?” Vi asked.
“Let’s do it.” I stowed our things in my saddlebags, then swung my leg over the bike, the engine rumbling to life beneath us as I started it. She climbed behind me, arms circling my waist.
We descended the mountain. Each curve, each dip, brought us closer to what awaited. We were in this together now, until the very end. Because now that I’d made her mine, I wasn’t ever letting her go.
The gates of the Underland MC came into view. We rolled in, the roar of the bike declaring our return.
As we dismounted, the reality of our world settled on us -- a world of danger and uncertainty, but also of boundless love and fierce loyalty. We’d face it together along with the rest of the Underland MC. Hand in hand, we stepped forward, ready for whatever lay ahead.