Chapter 9 Rael
“You sure you still want to do this?” I asked, leaning against the wall beside the door where Nylah had opened it a crack.
“I do.”
I shivered. Hearing her say that turned me on. “Then meet me out here in ten minutes.”
“I will.” Her hand slid outward, reaching for mine.
I kissed it. “See you soon, my beloved.”
I tugged on the black button-down dress shirt I wore underneath my cut. It was stiff and uncomfortable, but I only had to wear it until we exchanged vows and took our first ride as husband and wife. After that, I’d rip it off.
The Crossroads was full. Every member stood in attendance with their ol’ ladies and families. Many of our friends from other chapters and clubs showed their loyalty to Grim and me by arriving in time for our ceremony and ride.
Crow, Raven, and Cuckoo had joined us from the Devil’s Murder MC, and I smirked at Cuckoo, noting his shirt looked like he’d painted on a tuxedo.
His leather pants had gold stitching. On his face, he’d worn the same black-and-white makeup, but changed the look so it differed from mine. He looked badass.
“Thanks for being here, brother.”
He clapped me on the back. I wouldn’t miss it.”
Maddog, Skel, Manic, and the rest of the Las Vegas chapter had also come and stood with their ol’ ladies.
Down the row I went, embracing and thanking all those who had come to help me celebrate making my woman official. She was going to have a property cut to wear on her back, and I couldn’t think of a damn thing sexier than seeing her wear it while my baby grew inside her womb.
I was one lucky bastard.
By the time I reached Exorcist, who was an actual preacher, I thought my cheeks were gonna stay plastered in this stupid grin for the rest of my life. Not that I wouldn’t love it.
But everything faded the moment I saw Nylah.
The voices quieted around me, as did every single sound.
There was only my heartbeat thundering inside my chest. The air nearly froze inside my lungs.
Every part of me reacted to her, longed for her.
I only had eyes and ears and a thick, engorged cock for her.
My beloved. My kitten. My precious lifeblood.
She truly was the light to my darkness. The only reason I was still sane. She showed me that I could love and be loved. That I was worthy of happiness and it was okay to embrace it.
For weeks leading up to today, I had practiced what I wanted to say to her, how I wanted her to know what she meant to me. I’d changed into a better man because she believed in me.
They all flew out of my head when I saw her in that dress.
Wow.
White lace, beautiful full tits nearly toppling out of the top, but the best part was the black material poking through as she walked toward me, weaving in and out of her long legs to expose the black boots she wore: a biker babe and a golden goddess. Only one woman could be both so effortlessly.
I choked on my vows, stuttered, and finally said fuck it, crushing my mouth to hers. As I broke the kiss, I shouted, “I do,” and told everyone she was mine, so back the fuck off.
Laughter echoed around us as she slid her arms around my neck. Her big blue eyes twinkled. “I do, Rael. Today, and forever.”
Yeah, that was all I needed to hear.
Exorcist said a few words I would never remember, my entire focus on Nylah. She looked so radiant that she could have been her own sun. Blonde hair spilled in waves down her back, and I hauled her closer as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
My lips claimed hers a second time, possessing it, consuming her, and claiming her as mine in front of everyone. Finally, I pulled back to stare into her eyes. We didn’t have to say the words; our love was so powerful that it didn’t need them.
“Let’s ride!”
I carried Nylah to my bike, waving at Gavin and Gage as they stood with Cam. She kept them with her as Mimi bounced Gia.
“Are you saying forever with Mama?” Gavin asked.
“I sure am.”
“Woohoo!” Gage shouted.
When we reached my bike, I looked down at Nylah’s dress. “It’s gonna get stuck.”
“Rip it.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Do it, husband.”
Husband. Hell fucking yeah!
I ripped the material, and it began to unravel before my eyes, spinning through a fast succession of black and white until it finally pulled loose, leaving Nylah in a pair of black leather shorts, her boots, veil, and that thing she called a bodice.
Looked like sexy lingerie to me. I couldn’t wait to take it off her later.
I climbed on behind her and started my engine.
Grim’s roared to life beside me, followed by Chrome.
Down the line behind me, every bike awakened, joining the massive group.
Each beast rumbled until the ground shook with our combined iron machines and could probably topple someone over if they stood close enough.
Beneath my boots, the quaking dirt fueled my need to feel the wind in my hair, and Nylah pressed against my back.
Her arms settled around my waist as she scooted close, whispering in my ear. “Take me on the road, husband. Give me a ride now and one later.”
“Done, wife.”
One by one, we rolled forward and left the lot, traveling through Tonopah in a long row of motorcycles that signaled our arrival long before people saw us. The line stretched for so long I couldn’t see the end as I glanced in my mirrors.
We rode out of town and onto Highway 95, a sight to see as I took my new bride on our first adventure as husband and wife. The memories shared with our family, blood-related or not, would stay with me for many years.
By the time we returned to the clubhouse, the party had begun. Tents had been popped up and provided a sheltered area for us to eat, drink, cut the cake, and share our first dance as a married couple.
Gavin and Gage danced with Nylah next, and I held Gia, swaying with her as she blew raspberries. All in all, it was the best fucking night of my life.
When it got late, Mimi took the little ones for us, giving us a honeymoon at home without the kids. Nylah said we could travel later, but after all that had happened and with the new baby on the way, we both just wanted to be home.
Chrome approached us, grinning way too damn wide as I spotted the reason. “Congratulations, brother.”
“You’re a dick,” I deadpanned.
He hooted with laughter.
The reason? A pink nightmare van he’d painted himself. The dent I made in the side? He left it.
I was going to get even. Someday.
He’d gone all out, decorating with white streamers, silver bells, and black skeletal masks.
On the back window, a decal showed our stick-figure family.
Dad, Mom with a swollen belly, two boys, and a baby girl.
The best part? The dad had a skeletal face.
A big motorcycle was stuck to the opposite window.
The license plate holder stated, “My other car is a Harley”.
It was perfect.
“You know, I kind of like it,” Nylah informed me with a giggle.
“Are you gonna drive this pink nightmare?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Well, no, my Reaper husband.” She paused a few heartbeats. “You are.”
The hell I was. That comment pissed me off until I froze. She just called me ‘husband’. Both my Reaper and my Berserker loved it. My chest puffed with pride.
Fuck yeah.
I was married to my Nylah. The truth of it sank in.
“Ah. You were listening,” Nylah laughed.
Yes. And now I was gonna fuck her and make her say it while I was buried inside her, in our basement dungeon.
And since I already knocked her up, we could have all the fun we wanted.
“All my love.”
Her eyes misted over. “Forever.”
Maybe it had gotten cheesy or cliché, but I couldn’t get enough of hearing her say those words.
“You love me?”
She winked. “The ring on my left hand proves it.”
Fuck yeah, it did.
“Then let’s go consummate this union.”
Her lips formed a naughty smile. “Only if I get your Reaper and Berserker tonight too.”
My cock grew hard, anticipation buzzing along my spine. “Done.” I slapped her ass. “Get inside Penelope.”
Her eyes crinkled with humor. “Penelope the Pink Nightmare?”
“So brilliant,” I praised. “Let’s go, wife. I need you.”