Chapter 22
JADE
Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think I’d be standing in front of a jukebox, inside a biker clubhouse, barefoot, wearing a sexy, pinup style black and red dress, surrounded by my closest friends and family, as I say, “I do.” Yet here we are.
Hunter’s standing as Josh’s best man in a t-shirt and jeans, as Loretta stands as my maid of honor, in leopard-print leggings and her signature Cher wig.
Then there’s Big—the impossibly tall president, with his long hair and imposing voice, leading the charge as Josh’s eyes fill with tears, and his clammy hands, clasped in mine, tremble.
Despite my frazzled nerves as I dressed in Josh’s room, I’m now calm.
Ready. Which is strange, given how fast everything has happened.
This is my person.
The person who’s always been my person, even before I knew it.
His gentle smile warms me as Big rumbles the usual wedding vows. I squeeze Josh’s hands to share some of my calm through our connection.
“Do you, White Boy, take Jade, to be your old lady?”
“Fuck yes, I do!” he howls, and the entire room erupts in laughter as those tears in Josh’s eyes trickle down his face, despite his sexy, lopsided smirk. Loretta steps in and dabs her son’s cheeks with a tissue.
“You got this, kiddo,” she whispers to him and pats me on the shoulder as Big turns that penetrating gaze on me.
“Do you, Jade, Sacred Sister, badass survivor, mother of Hunter, take this Sacred Sinner, White Boy, to be your old man?”
An eerie quiet washes over the room as everyone waits for my response.
Taking my time, I focus on Josh, his blond hair and blue eyes, that mouth and big heart. Beneath the leather cut and white t-shirt lies the man I fell in love with. My friend. My protector.
Dropping Josh’s hands, I press against him and cup his face. “I love you. So, of course, I’ll marry you.” Throwing tradition out the window, I lift on my tippy toes and press my lips to Josh’s. His responding groan and hands claiming my ass seal us as husband and wife.
There are catcalls, and I think Big says some other words, but when Josh’s tongue meets mine, the world fades to nothing, and it’s just us.
It’s just us as he lifts me, wraps my legs around his waist, and carries me to his bedroom.
It’s just us as we tear our clothes off in a mad dash to be together.
It’s just us as we fuck like two horny teenagers, starving for attention.
And I can never get enough.
Not when we shower together, after we’re covered in sweat, and he pushes me against the wall and fucks me from behind.
Not when we stumble from the bathroom, covered in water, and attempt to dry off, but decide that’s a waste of time, when we use the sheets to finish the job as I shove him on the mattress, and mount him.
Grinding on my husband’s thick cock, he holds my breasts as he pulses inside me, and I revel in his hoarse moans.
“Fuck, Jade. Fuck.”
“We. Have...” Holding his pecs for balance, my eyelids flutter as I draw closer to no return. “Oh.”
“Go on. Come on my cock, wife.”
Heeding his demand, I fall into nirvana, and he’s right there with me, moaning as we finish together.
Breathing heavy, I drop to my side and spread out on the mattress beside my husband. My ankle rests over his as I stare up at the ceiling, in a drunken, post-orgasmic daze.
“Damn.” He sighs. “Pretty sure my dick’s gonna fall off tomorrow.”
On a half-assed chuckle, I throw my boneless arm out to slap him. “I’ll tape it back on.”
“Promise?”
I hum. “I hear superglue works.”
“Yeah. I suppose it might.” Josh smacks his dick, and I watch it swing to the side before settling, all curved and thick against his lower belly. “I dunno how the hell I’m still hard when I’ve been shooting dust for the last hour.”
I shrug. “Demigod? Virginal powers? Making up for lost time?”
“Marrying my soulmate?” he adds, and my silly heart gives a thump at that.
I can’t believe I’m married.
Sure, we didn’t go to the courthouse yet, but something tells me that’s already handled, given my husband is a Sacred Sinner, and we’re on lockdown.
Turning onto my side, I tuck the pillow under my cheek. Josh mimics my pose, and we scooch in close. Tangling our legs together, noses a few inches apart, we hold hands.
“I still haven’t gotten my brand yet,” he whispers like we’re sharing a secret, even though we’re the only two people in the room.
“Like Gunz did?” I whisper back.
“Yeah.”
“Do you have to do that?”
“Yes. I’ve been thinkin’ about it for a long fuckin’ time.”
“Do you want me to do it?” I offer my support, wanting to be there in any way I can.
“No. Blimp said he would. But I want you to watch.”
With a nod, I hum in understanding and run the tip of my finger over his bare ring finger. “Do you want a ring?”
“If you want me to wear one.”
“Could I tattoo it on you?” I offer instead.
“Mmmm. My old lady wants to brand me.” Josh snickers and flashes me the sweetest wink that has me grinning like a lovesick loon.
I trace the spot I plan to ink. “It’ll look nice, but finger tattoos need regular touch-ups.”
“Whatever you wanna put on me, I trust you.” Drawing my hands to his lips, Josh kisses them.
“You probably shouldn’t,” I warn.
Rubbing his bottom lip against my knuckles, he grins as humor dances in those pretty, pretty eyes. “Why?”
“’Cause maybe I’ll ink a boy band tattoo on your ass,” I state, with a straight face.
Josh shrugs like he doesn’t give a damn. “MMMBop my ass, baby. If it’s from you, I’ll wear it with pride.”
Of course, he would—the menace.
I scrunch my nose at him. “Eww. No.”
“The brothers would love it.” His devilish grin is adorable.
“They’d torment you for the rest of your life.”
“True. But I’d get to moon them, and that’d torment them for the rest of their lives.”
Nobody needs to see his ass that much, besides me. Plus, I’d never actually do that to him.
“No boy band tattoos,” I relent on a dramatic sigh.
“Whatever you say, babe. I trust you. Remember?” Josh kisses my hand again and nips a knuckle, which sends a delicious shock straight to where it shouldn’t.
I clear my throat. “Doesn’t this all feel strange to you?”
“That we’re married?” he asks.
“Yes... and lying in your room, inside the clubhouse, holding hands, naked. The shop was attacked, and I killed multiple men yesterday. You lost your virginity this morning. I just had a panic attack and then had sex on the floor of Gunz’s house. It’s… a lot.” Just saying it all is… wild.
“But is it too much?”
“I honestly don’t know. I’m still…”
“Processing?” he guesses.
“Yes. And I need to talk to Hunter. I didn’t even get to do that yet.” What if he’s mad that I didn’t talk to him?
Josh drags his bottom lip over my knuckles before kissing me there, soft and oh-so sweet. “He’s fine, babe. I promise. Our son wants us together. He knows how the brothers are on their wedding nights. You can talk to him tomorrow.”
There he goes, claiming him again. It shouldn’t please me as much as it does. “Our son?”
“Yes. He’s finally officially mine. I plan on askin’ Gunz to do his thing so I can adopt Hunter, for real.”
Wow.
“You really want that?”
“Jade, you’re my wife. Hunter is my son. You’re a package deal that I’ve wanted since I was a teenager.”
“I still can’t believe this is real.”
“Well, babe, it is. We’re official.”
Yes. Yes, we are.
“So… Um…what about the lockdown?”
WHITE BOY
Knowing Jade needs to change the subject so she can process all that’s gone down, I kiss the tip of her nose before I reply. “Big says we need to sit tight for a few weeks. He doesn’t see any serious threat beyond those bitches yesterday. We’ll rebuild the shop.”
“So we’re here for a few weeks?”
“Yes. Which means no honeymoon ‘til after. But we get to make up for lost time, with my dick and your pussy. I think they’ve been neglected for far too long.”
“We’re fucking for the next two weeks?” Her cheeks flush to the prettiest shade of pink.
“Or until you gotta glue my dick back on… and maybe even after.” Pushing my old lady onto her back, I roll on top of her and find home right between her legs.
“Josh!” She gasps in mock outrage, with those big, beautiful green eyes staring into mine as she grips my shoulders.
On a chuckle, I rub my hard-on through her slick folds. “Oh. Come on, wife, it’s been ten minutes. It’s time to make you come again. Then you can watch me get branded.”
Rolling her eyes, Jade hooks her leg over my hip. “Oh. If you must.” Her lips twitch, but she holds back her smile, which is fine by me. I don’t need her smiling. I need her moaning as she takes my cock.
And would you hear that…
That’s precisely what she does when I slide into her delicious heat, drop my mouth to hers, and whisper, “It’s time to come for your husband.”