Chapter 17
Grey
Running my lips over her big belly, I trailed my tongue along the single scar that marred her beautiful skin.
But I didn’t see that as a deterrent. No. Far fucking from it.
Then the clanging against the bars woke me from the best dream I’ve ever experienced.
Four months down... eight more to go.
My only saving grace these first four months?
Dreaming about her.
***
Eight Months Later
“Michael Adams, time for you to go,” the guard said from where he stood outside my cell.
I nodded, grabbed the letters Kimber had sent, and then I waited for the door to slide open.
Then the next however minutes went like this.
“Step there,” the guard said.
“Step there,” the guard said,
“Wait here,” the guard said.
“Sign here,” the guard said.
“One watch. One wallet. I.D. Four cards. Two hundred in cash. Two pictures.” The guard said.
I stood there as I waited for the door to open.
And the moment it did, I took one giant step forward, and then I saw them.
My brothers.
Leather.
Kuttes.
Motorcycles.
Chrome.
And her...
I prowled over to her.
She bit her bottom lip as I advanced on her.
The moment she was in reach, I asked, “Still mine?”
She nodded.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and slammed my lips down on hers.
Yes, I loved kissing her.
But I loved it because it gave me the first feeling of finally being at home.
And just like the first time I kissed her, I felt it all over again.
Then, when we both needed to catch our breath, I said, “I’m done with her.”
“About that...” she started to say, but I stopped what she was about to say as I slammed my lips down on hers once again because I needed more.
Against her lips, I growled, “I’m never going that long without having your lips on mine ever again.”
She snickered, then she teased, “So what you're saying is... at least once a day?”
“I’ll be getting those lips more than fucking once a day, thinking about twenty-four fucking seven.”
***
I kissed Kimber’s temple as I left her in the care of Ophelia, Soraya, Nola, Tempie, and Agatha as I followed my brothers into church.
Five minutes later, I sat there.
“The fuck are you talking about?” I asked.
Completely fucking stunned.
“We voted, brother. Your sister violated one of our most sacred laws. She’s gone.” Nuke said.
“She’s my fucking sister,” I growled.
He lifted a brow, “She mean more to you than your woman?”
I had no words for that.
But guilt.
Because no.
No, she fucking didn’t.
I dropped my head and sighed, “No.”
Then Merlin slid a folder across from me.
I opened it and stared, “What. The. Fuck?”
***
“Grey, what is going on?” my sister asked in a slur, not even realizing she was in the cellar.
“How high are you?” I asked.
She stared at me, but her green eyes, which were darker than mine, were glassy.
“You signed your death warrant when you allowed your shit to hurt Kimber,” I told her.
She just rolled her eyes, “She’s fine,” she slurred, “Besides, she has you. She stole you from me. Fuck her.”
I shook my head.
And then I had one thought.
If one of Kacie’s enemies came after mine and Kimber’s kids, I looked at Grimm and nodded.
I stood there as I watched Grimm put a bullet in my sister’s head.
Then I turned my back on her and stalked out of the cellar.
And there she stood between Ophelia and Nola.
My light.
I had a lot to make up for when it came to her.
As I stalked toward her.
Her eyes never wavered from mine.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” I told her.
She nodded, “I know.”
“Kettle took care of the last man. You good?” Nuke asked her.
Kimber didn’t look at Nuke when she whispered, “I will be.”
Then she stepped into my space, wove her arms around my waist, and pressed her body into mine.
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding as I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her soft hair.
“Long as he’s okay.” She said into my chest.
I squeezed her, “I will be.”
***
“How can I make it up to you?” I asked.
She smiled, then she said, “Ask me to be your wife.”
I stared at her. “You fucking serious?”
She nodded.
I smiled.
Then I bent forward and grabbed her around her waist and hefted her over my shoulder and stormed around the clubhouse, to my bike, and set her on her feet, then I said, “Get on.”
Kimber
“Where are we going?” I asked him for the millionth time.
“It’s a surprise,” he winked.
Then he took us home.
Yes, it had felt weird living in his house that was now our house after everything that had happened with the fire.
But the club tried to come through.
But I had it covered.
And when they learned how rich I really was, they each listed something they wanted for Christmas next year.
***
And that wink was because of the blue velvet box he set atop a white colored gift box.
“What’s this?” I asked.
He winked, “Open them.”
I opened the white colored gift box and then shrieked.
Because there in front of me was a property kutte.
I hurriedly put it on and asked, “So, how do I look?”
He winked, “Fucking perfect. Need you to open the other box. Fast.”
I mock glared at him for trying to rush me, then I opened the smaller box.
And felt my breath stall in my lungs.
It was the most stunning gold ring with a huge ass circular diamond in the center surrounded by smaller diamonds.
I felt tears hit my eyes as I cradled the box in my hands.
My eyes moved up to his, “When did you get this?” I asked.
“Would you believe me if I said I got it before our first date?”
I snickered, “You mean our only official date?”
He winced, “I’ll fix that too.”
I shook my head, then placed the box down and moved toward him and I shook my head, “No. You won’t. You always tell me that I was made for you, but Grey, you were made for me, too. I don’t need dates. What I need is to know that you love me. And I have that.”
He growled.
“Baby girl, I’m holding myself back from making love to you. Get that ring on your finger so I can do that with both of my claims on your ass.”
I squealed, “Well, it’s not a proposal if you don’t put the ring on my finger.”
He chuckled, “Right.”
And the moment he slid the ring on my finger, he pressed a kiss to it and whispered, “Thank you for letting me be your man. Greatest fucking honor I’ve ever known.”
And with my ring on my finger, and the property kutte on my back, he made love to me.
Long, slow, gentle, and sweet.
And then... well, I got on my hands and knees in front of him, and gone was the long, slow, gentle, and sweet, and in its place was rough, wild, and demanding.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned as he slammed into me.
He growled, “That’s it, baby, meet my thrusts. Seeing that perfect ass as you slammed back on my cock, fuck me, baby.”
Moments later, we came together with a blinding passion that caused my head to spin.
“Love you, baby girl.” He whispered.
I smiled, “Love you too, honey.”
***
As I stopped my car in front of Bedazzled, I smiled.
Then I opened my door, closed it, and headed into the building.
Women were looking at beautiful white gowns. Other women were looking at bridesmaid dresses.
I approached the front counter, and the woman smiled at me, “Hi, can I help you?”
I smiled back, “Yes. Is Helena here today?”
“She is, may I ask who’s asking?” she asked.
I snickered, then I said, “Tell her cotton candy girl is here.”
The woman’s smile turned into a little frown, but she shrugged, then picked up her phone.
I watched and waited.
“Yes, Ms. Helena. There is a young woman here to see you. She umm... well... she said to tell you that cotton candy girl is here.”
Then I watched as she pulled the phone from her ear, her eyes wide, then we both heard Helena’s squeal.
Literally.
Eyes from everyone in the boutique started looking around, trying to find the source of the sound.
And then I saw her.
Her dark hair, which was highlighted with grey, appeared, and she was smiling as she looked toward where I was standing. When her eyes landed on me, she smiled even wider.
“Oh, my sweet girl,” she whispered as she made it to me and wrapped me in a hug.
I had to bend down slightly, but I hugged her right back.
The smell of jasmine that clung to her was soothing.
I smiled as I let go of her at the time she let go of me, then she grasped my hands, “I’ll clear my schedule. What do you need?”
Then her eyes softened as she took me in, “Oh, I see it. You grew into who you were meant to be. My sweet girl makes all the men drool, yes?” she teased.
I snickered, “Well... one man in particular, yes,” then I showed her my engagement ring.
Her eyes narrowed on it, then she inspected it like an overbearing grandmother.
“Oh, he did well.” She sighed.
I smiled, “He did that. And you told me that if I ever needed a dress, I was to come to you. So here I am. I want you to help me find the perfect wedding dress.”
Her eyes danced with happiness. “Then, allow us to begin.”
Then Helena looked at the woman at the counter and said, “I am with a very important client. Fuck it, tell them I am with my goddaughter. I am busy.”
The woman behind the counter smiled, then nodded.
And like she had all those months ago, Helena caused something inside of me to start to heal.
***
Years ago, I had wanted to get married at the Chateau Plantation because I loved everything about the architecture. The lines. The metal. The greenery.
But after only being able to wake up properly while I sipped my cup of coffee on the back of our deck, the view that lay out before us? This was where I wanted to marry the love of my life.
And one month later... in the perfect mermaid dress with a lace overlay, on Merlin’s arm as he walked me down the aisle, Saint married me to the owner of my heart.
Grey’s smile after he heard me say, I do , imprinted itself deep inside of me.
And... we might have started our honeymoon early, five minutes after Saint proclaimed us husband and wife.
***
And that something inside of me fully healed when I stared at the sea green water that spread out before me.
“Want a secret?” I asked.
He pulled me even tighter into his body. “Yeah, baby girl. Want all your secrets. You gonna give me that?”
I giggled, “If you play your cards right.”
He hummed, “Well, I’m damn good at poker.”
I giggled.
Then I sobered, and said, “You asked me once why I stared at you. Remember?”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and said, “Yeah.”
I smiled, then I looked out at the water, and shared, “Cause years ago, my family and I came here for vacation one year. And the water here mesmerized me. The color of it. The intricacies of it. The same color of your eyes.”
“Baby girl.” He said low.
I knew that meant something to him.
That it meant a lot to him.
Because he tilted his head to the side and buried his face in my neck.
I smiled as I stared at the water.
“Love you,” I said.
His lips brushed against the skin on my neck as he said, “Yeah, baby girl. Fucking love you too.”
Then I looked at the private beach we had rented.
Private.
Beach.
I smiled.
“Hey Grey?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna rock my world?”
His face moved from my neck. I was twisted, my front to his front, his sea green eyes all I could see, then he asked, “Here?”
I winked, “Right here.”
He grinned.
Wickedly.
“Good. Not sure how much longer I can go without being inside your perfect body after you put this little red number on. Think I’ll take it off with my teeth.”
I felt a shiver rush over my body.
He lifted a brow, obviously catching it, then he asked, “Cold?”
I shook my head, “No. Your teeth. My body. Yes, please.”
He smiled.
Man, but I lived for those smiles.
Then he proceeded to remove my bikini with his teeth.
And my man... my man... wouldn’t let me be on top and him on bottom.
He wouldn’t let me be on bottom and him on top.
Nope, I was on my hands and knees as he slammed into me from behind.
Because in his words, “No way in hell was I being uncomfortable with having sand in places it shouldn’t be. But that I asked him to rock my world, and he was making that happen.”
And with his final thrust as we came together, he moaned, “Love you, baby girl.”
I smiled, “Love you too, husband.”
Then he slapped my ass, “Brat.”
Then he groaned.
I grinned.
Cause he pulled out of me and slammed back inside.
“Husband,” I moaned.
He slapped my ass again.
“Fuck me. No one else I know gets a hard cock from their woman calling him husband.” He said as he pulled back and slammed back inside of me.
I giggled, then I moaned as he hit that spot.
“Think it’ll ever stop?” I asked.
“No. Because it does, it’ll mean I’m dead. Best fucking title I’ve ever been given was being called your husband. Never want to go another minute not being that man to you.”
A tear I didn’t know was about to fall fell, hitting the white sand before me.
“Grey,” I whimpered.
“Yeah.”
After we both came a second time, he helped me stand and then proceeded to brush the sand from my hands and knees.
And there we both stood.
My front to his front.
His hand wrapped around the side of my neck, his other hand was on the small of my back, then he asked, “So, how mad will you be when I share that I didn’t use a condom? That I haven’t been using them since I got out of jail.”
I grinned, “Bout how mad you’ll be when you realize I missed my appointment to get my next shot of birth control while you were locked up because there wasn’t a need for it.”
He grinned, “Yeah?”
I winked, “Yeah.”
Then he did something that shocked me.
He dropped to his knees in front of me and pressed a kiss on my belly.
Then he shared, “Little one, if you're already in there, tucked safe inside your mother’s womb, you are already loved. And you will be loved until the stars fall from the sky.”