Chapter 28
Oliver
We traveled from place to place for a while, trying to find our perfect home. Each real estate listing left us wanting, though.
At first, it was fun. It was like our adventure kept going. Then it got tiring, always checking out homes that fell short.
We started to wonder if there was a perfect place for us. I’d like a place, but she wouldn’t, or she’d suggest an apartment, and I wouldn’t want it because I didn’t want people stomping over my head.
But then, after weeks of looking, we found our home just outside the city.
“Ollie, this is it,” she whispered, her blue eyes bright.
“Yeah?” I looked around at the old house.
One of Amelia’s dreams was to find a house to fix up ourselves, so when we stumbled upon a rundown beach house, I knew it was our new home before she did.
She nodded eagerly. “Can we?”
“Yeah, baby. We can.”
We bought the place the same day we toured it, and set to work remodeling it the moment we got the keys. The house was cheap since it required so much work.
It left us with plenty of money in the bank to keep us comfortable for a little while, but Amelia insisted on getting a job anyway.
She took a position at a local bakery, and while she spent her hours baking away, I put my blue-collar hands to work, doing the remodel myself while planning my mechanic’s shop.
We lived without hot water for a time. We lived in the house after the hardwood floors had been stripped, and you couldn’t walk around without shoes on in fear of stepping on a rusty nail.
We lived there without power while new electrical wiring was being run, without water while the pipes were being replaced, and even without plaster on the walls after we found mold. We lived there through it all.
I thought she’d complain or hate the house, but she never did.
In fact, there were days when she was the one who kept me going, even as I found more and more problems with the property.
It felt like we’d never get the place done some days.
Sometimes, I considered selling it at a huge loss just to get away from it.
I couldn’t even count how many times I wanted to burn the motherfucker down, but she was a champ through it all.
She’d pull on a mask and goggles and get dirty with me, and she did it with a smile while stealing the air from my lungs.
Not a day had passed that I didn’t stop and stare at her in awe.
No matter how hard things got, no matter how much I wanted to quit, I never did because she told me that she wouldn’t marry me until our house was complete, so we could get married in the yard.
I worked hard to finish the house. Not because I wanted the house, but because I wanted her and she wanted the house.
It wasn’t enough that she was spending every day and every night in my arms. I wanted my ring on her finger and her in my heart forever.
It’s amazing how fast time flies when you’re just living life.
Before I knew it, the house was completed, and we were on to our next big adventure: planning our wedding.
We’d been living in town for a year, working on our house, just living life, and making friends along the way.
Neither of us had any family to worry about inviting, but the people we’d met had become like family to us, so the wedding we planned on being small turned into a medium-sized wedding.
Amelia had bridesmaids, and their husbands were my groomsmen.
The women had forced us to hang out every time they did, and we actually formed a pretty tight friendship from it.
And I’d opened my shop. I loved cars, but bikes were quickly becoming my favorite, and I was making a name for myself with all the work I was doing.
We ended up tying the knot at sunset on May twenty-third in the backyard of our home. The wedding turned into the reception, and the reception turned into our honeymoon.
Neither of us had any desire to go anywhere. We already had our favorite spot. Why go anywhere else?
“Mrs. Knight,” I murmured as she approached me after guests had left. Her wedding dress fit her body, hugging every perfect curve. I didn’t think I could get turned on by a white dress, but there I was, my dick hard as a lead pipe in my pants.
“Mm, Mr. Knight,” she answered, stopping in front of me and brushing her lips against mine.
“You know where I want to make love to you?” I kissed her again before I swayed with her to the soft music she’d turned on.
I smiled at the song. My Everything by Bishop.
Amelia was a big fan of the band, and I’d gotten her tickets to an upcoming show and backstage passes to meet the band.
She’d nearly cried when she’d opened them.
Instead, with tears in her eyes, she threw her arms around my neck before kissing me.
“Where?” she asked.
“Beneath the stars on the beach.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Want to?”
She nodded eagerly and pulled away. I led her out to the blanket and candles I’d already set up.
“Ollie,” she said softly, taking in everything I’d done.
“You like it?”
She nodded. “I love it. I love you.”
“Mm, I love you too.” I kissed her again.
It wasn’t long before I had her on back beneath the stars, the waves crashing behind us, my cock buried deep inside her pussy as she clung to me.
This was everything. It was perfection. If this was going to be my life, I’d let her crash into me a hundred times over.
My wife.
Amelia was my wife. My life. My fucking everything and more. My only regret was that she hadn’t crashed into me sooner.
“Are you excited?” I asked as we waited in line for us to meet Bishop two weeks after we married. The concert had been amazing, and I even found myself on my feet singing to the rock songs the fiery redhead sang, her band hammering it out behind her.
She nodded, her hands twined together and pressed to her lips. I smiled, knowing she was nervous. She kept saying she’d never met a famous person before and hoped she didn’t embarrass herself.
I assured her she wouldn’t, and I’d be there to keep her in line.
“Come on,” some backstage guy said, gesturing us forward. I’d paid extra so we could meet the band alone, instead of being rushed on with a group. I wanted this to be a good memory for my wife.
“Oh my god. There she is. There’s the band,” her voice shook.
I reached out and squeezed her hand as we approached.
Bishop, the singer, turned and smiled at us.
“Hi!” She reached out like an old friend and steered Amelia to stand beside her. “What’s your name?”
“A-Amelia,” she managed to stutter out.
“Ooh, I like that name,” Bishop said, her green eyes lighting up. “I love your skirt. Where did you get it?”
Amelia’s cheeks flushed at her words. “I-I got it at Beado’s.”
“I’ll have to check it out. It’s so pretty!”
“Can I get you to stand here for the picture?” a tall man with black hair and blue eyes said.
I moved to where he gestured, standing among the band. Bishop stood next to me, her head leaning in to smile with Amelia.
“Look here,” the cameraman called out, snapping his fingers.
We did as instructed, the guy with the blue hair muttering behind me.
“I’d like to break his damn fingers and shove them up his ass. Always snapping at us.”
“Cas, stop,” the blond guy muttered. “Smile.”
The flash went off, and we all smiled. I cast a look over to Amelia to see that Bishop was talking to her again.
I knew we got thirty minutes back here. I mused to myself how all the pieces fit so perfectly.
A year ago, we were going to steal Klaus Seeley’s car, the mob guy associated with Bishop, and now here we were, getting our pictures taken with the band.
“We have drinks and food back here if you want some,” the black-haired guy said to me.
“Oh, uh, thanks, man,” I said.
He followed me to the table where all the food was, as Amelia kept talking to Bishop. She seemed to have loosened up now and was actively engaging the singer in conversation.
“What’s your name?” the guy asked me.
“Oliver,” I said. “Oliver Knight.”
“Of Knight’s Ride?”
I widened my eyes at him. “Yeah, man.”
He held his hand out to me. “I’m Anson. My brother Evan and I were looking at your shop online. You have some pretty amazing reviews for such a new business. You do custom work?”
“I do. Cars and bikes,” I said.
“We ride. We have some ideas for some custom work. If you’ve got the time, we’d love to show you our ideas and get some work done.”
“Hell, yeah, man.” I dug around in my leather jacket pocket and pulled out my card. “Call me and set something up.”
“This is great.” He took the card and grinned at me. He stuffed it into his pocket before looking over my shoulder. He gestured someone over, and I thought my eyes were going to bulge out of my head as Klaus Seeley came to stand in front of me.
“Klaus, this is Oliver Knight. He owns Knight’s Ride,” Anson said.
Klaus said nothing, simply narrowing his eyes at me. He was a big, intimidating son of a bitch. I was a big guy, and so was Anson, but staring up at the German in front of me, I knew if he’d have caught me taking his car, he’d have crushed my ass with a flick of his wrist.
“I remember you,” Klaus finally said in a deep voice, his German accent peeking through. “Mikhail and the warehouse.”
“Uh, yeah,” I muttered, glancing to see that Amelia was sitting on a couch backstage with Bishop, and they were looking at a tablet together.
“You got off that easy,” Klaus continued.
“I wouldn’t say easy. I got shot,” I said, wincing at the ugly memory.
Both Klaus and Anson chuckled.
“Been there,” Anson said.
Judging by the fact that they were clearly friends, and knowing Klaus’s past, I figured they both likely knew what getting shot was like.
“Well, you’re here now,” Anson said. “All that matters.”
“It is,” I agreed, looking back at Amelia again. She was still with Bishop on the couch.
Anson followed my gaze and smiled. “Rosalie loves meeting fans. She seems to really like your girl.”
“My wife adores her,” I said. “Huge fan. I’ve listened to all the songs so many times I could probably sing them in my sleep.”
Anson chuckled. “Well, hey, man. Thanks for coming tonight. You’ll be hearing from me soon. Grab some food.” He shook my hand before walking toward the blue-haired guy who was trying to set a trashcan on fire. I pulled my attention away as Anson reprimanded him.
“Have you heard from Mikhail?” Klaus asked softly.
“I haven’t,” I replied, really fucking hoping I never did.
He nodded, his blue eyes sliding over me. “If you do, let me know. We have some business to discuss.” He handed me a business card. “That’s my direct line. I always answer.”
“Thanks,” I said, pocketing his card.
“I may pay you a visit soon. To…talk.”
I breathed out. “Hopefully not with your fists.”
He chuckled softly at that. “We’ll see. Have a good night, Oliver. It was nice talking to you.”
He walked away and went to Bishop, who was now standing with Amelia. He placed his hand on Bishop’s back, and she leaned into him as he said something into her ear.
He walked away a moment later to join Anson, and I went to Amelia and Bishop.
“It was so nice to meet you,” Bishop said, squeezing Amelia’s hand. “I’m sure we’ll meet again. Thank you for coming to see us tonight.”
“Of course,” Amelia said, grinning. “It was amazing.”
Bishop beamed, then leaned in and gave Amelia a hug. She turned to me next and opened her arms. I awkwardly stepped forward and hugged her. She was sure nice for being so damn famous. All the famous people I’d seen in L.A. bitched, moaned, and flipped you off.
Bishop was a nice change of pace.
“Thank you for coming,” Bishop said, giving me a squeeze.
“No problem,” I replied, stepping away from her when she let me go.
We said our goodbyes to her, and one of the assistants handed us the photo we’d taken, completely signed by the entire band. I took it and led Amelia out.
The moment we were in our car, Amelia let her head fall back and stomped her feet on the floorboards.
I grinned at her excitement.
“That was amazing,” she said, looking over at me.
“She was so nice. She’s going to come in and order from the bakery.
Can you believe it? She said she loves baking and wanted to try some of the things I was creating.
I showed her the website and everything.
S-She said if it’s really good, she’d like to hire me for special events!
” Her cheeks were red with her excitement.
“Baby, I’m so happy,” I said, leaning in to kiss her. “Anson said he and his brother ride and are going to reach out about some custom work for their bikes.”
She grinned and pressed her lips against mine.
“This has been the best night ever,” she said, pulling away. “I love you, Ollie. Thank you for this.”
“Anything for you,” I murmured, brushing my lips against hers. “Always.”
She breathed out softly. “Let’s go home and celebrate naked in our bed.”
I grinned at her, my hand cradling her face.
“I fucking love you, Crash.”
“I love you, too,” she said before kissing me again.
It felt good. All of this felt so fucking good. Our home. Our bed. Our lives. Together. Forever.
Everything had fallen into place, and honestly, I couldn’t wait for what was next.
I didn’t fear a damn thing now because I knew I didn’t have to do any of it alone anymore.
And that made all the damn difference.
“Let’s practice making a baby when we get home,” I said against her lips.
She laughed softly. “Or we just make one for real. Skip the practicing.”
“Fuck yes.” I kissed her deeply before breaking it off, both of us breathless.
I turned the car on and peeled out of the parking lot, her laughter sounding out around us.
If this was forever, I was so. Fucking. IN.
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