Chapter Twenty-Three
Sunny
Bones grinds her pussy against mine in a perfect cacophony of sensual desire, softness, and brutality—delivering exactly what I need. My heartbeat quickens and I clench my insides, mewling like a kitten as I crest the peaks of my rapture. “Holy fuck! Bones! I’m going to come!”
Maria’s full lips steal my focus as she leans down to share her breath with me, pressing her forehead to mine. “Not without me, baby girl. Together,” she commands, before ramping up her villainous efforts again.
As we fuck on my dress and the moon shines down, the lurid glow of the parking lights bathing our bodies in a warm light, I clutch at my fiancée as if for dear life.
I can’t even believe that this is my reality now.
.. A beautiful, strong, and fiercely protective Latina queen has chosen me.
Fallen in love with me. It beggars belief.
I’m no more than a chubby blonde with a penchant for dramatic and bright classic fashion and she’s a renegade outlaw, gothic biker.
We’re the perfect definition of opposites attract.
She’s the dark to my light, the storm to my sunshine, and the steel to my silk.
“Oh, my god. Maria D’Angelo,” I cry out as my orgasm tears through me with shocking power.
It starts at my clit and erupts with the intensity of a thousand suns.
It ripples through my veins, searing along every nerve, all the way down to my toes as they curl in the soft earth just beyond the red fabric of my dress.
Bones growls and strains above me, her face is a canvas of chaotic and almost painful euphoria.
She shakes above me, shuddering and gasping as her release blazes through her too.
“Fucking hell,” she curses, gritting her teeth, before dropping her head to my breast, panting, and shaking.
“That was... I don’t even have the words.
Oh, fuck. Baby girl ... let’s do this forever. ”
I wrap my arms around her sinfully fit body and nuzzle into the crook of her neck, the scent of her sweat mingled with her exotic perfume intoxicating my senses. “Okay, wifey,” I whisper, my tongue darting out to taste her skin.
“Wife,” Bones says in between panting breaths with a note of reverence. “I can’t believe I found you, Sunny. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
My heart glows and my soul soars, a peace unlike anything I’ve ever known winging its way through me. “We’re going to be okay, right?” I ask as I gently brush a long wavy tendril of dark hair from Maria’s face. “The mafia ... you killed like ten of their guys.”
Bones eases herself up to look me directly in the eye, her dark gaze a panacea that allays my greatest fears.
“We are okay,” she promises me. “We have people everywhere, even in the mafia and police force. It’ll all be taken care of.
My brother and I maintain the strength of the Jacksonville Chapter by having our finger on the pulse of the city.
” She smiles and boops me on the nose with her own, before rising up and offering me her hand.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Daisy Girl.
The club’s got your back, but most importantly? I’ve got it.”
My eyes start watering again and I smile hesitantly.
With a final goodbye to my old life, I accept her hand and she pulls me up with ease.
“And I’ve got yours,” I promise. “I don’t know how brave, or smart, or strong I am.
..” I admit. “But whatever I am, whatever I can give, it’s yours, Maria. I want to be your ride-or-die. Always.”
Maria spins me around, both of us as naked as the day we were born.
It’s insanely liberating and joyful and wild all at once, and I feel absolutely giddy with it.
Our laughter fills my ears and rings out into the night, disturbing the local birdlife.
Smiling down at me, she finally sets me on my bare feet, her dark eyes shining with shameless, unadulterated happiness.
“You are my ride-or-die, baby,” she promises.
“And I’m yours.” Taking a step back, she jerks her thumb toward Luka’s vehicle with a sinister grin.
“Now, let’s torch this bitch and get the fuck out of here,” she says.
I feel my eyes light up and I bob down to scoop up and shake out my dress before slipping it back on. “Can I do it?” I ask excitedly, a thrill of danger and power shooting through me as I purse my lips hopefully and bounce on my heels.
Bones’s cell phone rings from the breast pocket of her jacket before she can answer me and she plucks it out, lifting it to her ear.
“Marcus,” she says. “It’s taken care of.
Tell the crew cleaning up St. Augustine that there’s a burning wreck in Jennings State Forest. I don’t want the blaze to get out of control.
” She winks at me. “Mmhm,” she continues, rolling her eyes dramatically.
“Yep, okay. Yes, I know, I know. You can yell at me some more when we get back, hermano. We’re on our way.
” Ending the call, she stretches beneath the dark sky and sighs.
“All right, sugar tits,” she says with a grin.
“You wanted to make this bitch go boom?”
My daring fiancée wiggles back into her leathers and pulls on her cuts, then fetches a small assortment of items from the paniers on her bike.
Then, like a modern day MacGyver or Jack Reacher, she sets to work.
Her art? Destruction. She soaks half of a scrap of material in cheap vodka, then feeds it into the tank, leaving just enough dry fabric hanging out past the fuel cap to light.
“Okay, beautiful,” she says, handing me the black lighter from her pocket. “The honor is all yours.”
I take the lighter and roll the barrel, igniting the flame. I watch it dance lightly in the breeze and take a step closer to the vehicle.
Bones secures her helmet and mounts her hog, revving the engine until it rumbles and purrs like a giant black kitten. Turning it around, she pulls up behind me. “Once the flame takes, get on and let’s burn rubber. This bastard is going to blow.”
Licking my lips, I nod and close the final distance between me and the car.
“It’s over, Luka,” I say. “Burn in Hell.” I light the rag, waiting just a moment to make sure it takes properly.
The flame bites hard, hungry for destruction—and I’m satisfied.
With a bounce in my step, I fetch the spare helmet and pull it on.
Throwing my leg over, I mount the Harley and wrap my arms around the most badass beauty in all of Florida.
“Let’s go home,” I say over comms. “I believe a fisting was promised at one point?” I add cheekily, rubbing myself up against her suggestively.
“Oh, baby,” Bones says, her voice wickedly husky. “You’re in so much trouble.”
I grin as we tear off through the forest, a trail of dirt kicking up in our wake.
A minute later, a boom erupts from the darkness behind us in a percussive explosion that ripples through the trees.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as a great, billowing plume of black smoke, visible even against the star-spangled heavens, marks the spot of Luka Floretti’s final resting place like an X on a map.
I cheer over comms, raising my fist in triumph as we pull out onto the main road that’ll lead us back onto the I-95 and back home.
To think I so narrowly escaped being sex trafficked to the mafia chills me to my very core.
It’s a sobering thought, but one that also steels my will.
I made the right choice in leaving that asshole.
I squeeze Bones more tightly and sigh as the hours of darkness slowly brighten.
And as we blaze up the palm-lined strip leading to Kraken Repairs, the sun rises over the ocean and the last shadows of my past melt away with its light.
This is my new beginning and I’m going to embrace it with all my heart.
Soon, I won’t be Miss Sunny Butts anymore, the butt of all jokes.
I’ll be Mrs. Sunny D’Angelo, wife of the infamous Vice President of the Sons of Sin.
As the morning sun soaks into my pale skin, I envision myself walking up a sandy aisle on the beach, the wind in my hair, my gauzy, white dress billowing, seashells lining the way.
.. And at the end, standing beneath a floral arbor of rainbows, my gorgeous Latina bride awaits, a dark vision of feminine power wearing a deviant smile that promises me a lifetime of danger, joy, and pleasure I’ll never forget!
The End