by Avelyn Paige
I sink my finger within her entrance as she clenches against my finger. Sliding a second finger inside of her, I stroke her, pulling my fingers out painstakingly slow before plunging them inside her wet folds again.
“Please, Hero. I need your mouth on me. Please!” she begs.
Sliding my fingers inside her again, she grinds against them. Her pussy grazes against my face as she fucks my fingers. Pulling my face farther away, she sighs in frustration.
“Why won’t you lick my pussy, Hero?” she questions. Plunging a third finger inside of her, she moans loud enough that had anyone been close to us, they would have heard her.
“Am I frustrating you, angel? How does it feel to not get what you want?” I tease her.
“You’re a fucking douchebag. Just lick my fucking pussy, god dammit,” she demands.
“I’ll lick your pussy clean, angel, if you say yes to marrying me.”
“You don’t play fucking fair,” she exclaims as I rub my thumb against her clit.
“Neither do you, angel. So, what will it be? Marry me or leave here sexually unsatisfied? It’s up to you, Dani.”
Rubbing another circle around her clit, I pound my fingers deeper into her wet folds. She’s close, I can feel it, but she doesn’t get off on just being finger fucked alone. Her sensitive little clit is the ticket to her orgasm. Her greedy pussy wants to skyrocket into ecstasy, but that fucking mind of hers is being stubborn. She knows that she’s meant for me, she just doesn’t want to admit it out loud.
“Clock is ticking, Dani. I need an answer soon. The water is looking pretty enticing right now. Maybe I’ll just go for a swim if you want to keep being stubborn.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Say you’ll marry me, Dani.”
“Yes!” she yells, “I’ll fucking marry you. Please lick my pussy, Hero. I can’t stand it anymore.”
Sucking her clit into my mouth, she bucks wildly against my face. My fingers resume their pounding rhythm as my tongue caresses and teases her sensitive nub. She moans louder as I rub my fingers against her g-spot. Looking up from her pussy, her hands are inside her bikini top twirling her nipples between her fingers. Fuck, watching her pleasure herself while I lick her is fucking hot. Flicking my tongue against her clit and sucking it one last time sends her over the edge. She rides my face as her orgasm takes hold of her body. She slaps her mouth to muffle a scream, shaking from the intense sensation pulsating throughout her body.
Crawling up toward her face, I kiss her lips, letting her taste her juices on my mouth. She beams at me. Fixing her bikini top, I pull her against me. She seems almost shocked that I didn’t plunge my dick inside of her, but I doubt she noticed the beach patrol truck driving in our direction. If I had fucked my future wife like I had planned, we’d have been arrested. Standing up, I bring her with me. She suddenly notices the speeding truck kicking up a cloud of sand on the beach as she grabs her bag from the sand and tosses her flip-flops and Kindle back into it. Grabbing the towels, we bolt for the bike. Sliding her onto the back, we watch the security guards search the area for us as I start the bike.
“Well, my future wife, we sure do have a story to tell the grandkids someday. The day you finally agreed to marry me almost ended up with us being arrested for fucking on the beach.”
We laugh as I pull away from the beach parking lot. With her by my side, my future has never looked so bright. She makes me want to be a good man for her, but she embraces the fact that I still need to be the bastard from time to time. She doesn’t question my loyalty to my club even though we both know if she’d have asked me to leave, I would have done it for her. Heaven’s Rejects may be my family, but Dani is my home. She made me realize that sometime today when she finally said yes.
I may be a Heaven’s Reject, but my angel was Heaven sent.
Eight Weeks Later
“You ready, Dani? Ricca whispers while peeping through a crack in the door. Taking one last glance in the mirror, I smooth down my dress and walk toward her. “Ready as I’ll ever be. How do I look?” I ask while giving a little twirl that causes my dress to fan out around me. Ricca smiles at me warmly.
“You are the most beautiful woman here today, bar none,” she says with a laugh. “All the club mamas are going to need to go to jelly school once they see you.” Her comment sends me into a fit of laughter. A soft knock at the door tells me it’s time. Ricca ushers me out of the door and into the hallway. Today marks the day that I finally get my happily-ever-after romance.
Ricca steps in front of me and leads me out the back door of the compound and into the memorial garden that the club spent the last few weeks building for the brothers-in-arms they have lost over the years. They’ve hung twinkling lights in the trees surrounding the garden, which brings a smile to my face thinking about bikers hanging twinkle lights. I wish I could have seen that. I notice Ratchet staring at Ricca with each step we take to the aisle. His eyes never leave hers as she walks past him. I wonder what that is all about. I’ll have to remember to pry a little bit out of the two of them after the ceremony.
Hero’s song choice makes me laugh as the soft beat pours out of the speakers in the garden. What compelled him to select “Anyone But You” by Hinder as our wedding music is beyond me, but the meaning behind it nearly brings me to tears as the soft melody plays. He was reluctant in wanting to help me plan the “girly shit”, as he called it, but put his foot down on the music. He made it very clear that we weren’t playing some sappy old music for our wedding and took over that part of the wedding planning. As the song moves into the chorus, I finally see him standing underneath the most beautiful flowering trees. His deep blue dress shirt shines underneath his leather cut. He and I argued for days about him wearing his cut for our wedding. He withheld sex from me for almost twelve hours until I finally agreed he could wear it. I couldn’t help but torture him during his self-proclaimed abstinence. The aftermath of that argument resulted in the best sex of my life. The cocky bastard brings it up when he wants to start a fight, hoping to top that night. He stops breathing when he sees me entering the makeshift aisle. A proud smile stretches across his face with each step I take closer to him.
Ricca settles into place behind me as I outstretch my hand into Hero’s. He mouths, “You are so beautiful,” before returning his eyes to the man about to marry us in front of our club family. We are not blood-related, but these are the people who love us regardless. Raze clears his throat, causing the muffled whispers in the crowd to quiet.
“You all know why you’re here today. Let’s get this shit over with so these two can stop eye-fucking each other and just get to the good part of being married.” The men in the room hoot and holler at Raze’s words, but his face hardens causing the crowd to quiet once more.
“Now, I understand each of you wrote your own vows. Let’s start with you, angel. You didn’t go too mushy, did you? I might need to get the guys Kleenexes before you start,” Raze says with a laugh. Shaking my head no, I pull a piece of crumpled paper out of the flower bouquet in my hand and pass the flowers off to Ricca. I’m glad she’s standing next to me today. We may not have had the best start to our friendship, but I am hoping that in time, we can repair the damage. We’re healing together with our support groups, but our friendship has a long way to go. I can only hope that with time all of our wounds will be healed.
I unroll the paper slowly while Hero stares at me with impatience. I can already tell his monster cock is locked and loaded to claim his bride, but he’s going to have to wait five more damned minutes. Tyler’s stare intensifies so I know I can’t keep my man waiting any longer, even if I’m finding a little bit of devilish pleasure in making him squirm. I wonder what he would do if I were to bolt down the aisle. He’d probably throw me over his shoulder and make me say my vows so I couldn’t run away again.
My voice sounds meek as I read the words I’ve written down. “Tyler, I spent so many days trying to think of the words I wanted to say to yo
u today but in truth, no words came to me. It’s not that I didn’t know how to express my feelings because simply saying that your love makes me the happiest woman on the planet doesn’t come close to what you’ve done for me. You may be Hero to everyone else but to me, you are my Hero. You went against everything you knew to find me and seek the truth and you don’t care about my past and want to help me work through the pain that still lingers. You’re more than just the man I marry today in front of your brothers and my new family, but my future partner in love and in crime. I know our life may not always be perfect, but I’m okay with that. As long as you’re my man, and you love me, I know that nothing will tear us apart. I love you my Hero and will every single day for the rest of our lives.”
Finally peeling my eyes away from the scrap of paper, Tyler’s face tells me that he understands the meaning behind my words and that’s all that matters. He was willing to sacrifice himself to save me that day, knowing that I’d lied to him about my past. The love that resides in his heart is far greater than the sum of any love I’ve received in my entire life, with the exception of my dad. I wanted him to be here so badly to give me away. I’ve thought at times while planning this whirlwind wedding about how much he’d have hated Tyler as my future husband. He was staunchly against tattoos and wouldn’t have ever crossed the line of illegal activities. Yet at the same time, I think Dad would have liked how this man lived his life to make me happy and to protect me. I like to think that maybe my dad would have grown to love having a biker as a son-in-law eventually; but Dad’s gone, and Tyler is here. My heart beats for this man alone now.
Raze turns to Tyler, slapping him hard on the back. “Well, Hero, I have no idea why but she still seems to like you. Let us all mourn for the butchering of vows about to be presented to us by Hero and the removal of his balls.” His brothers erupt in boisterous laughter while Tyler moves in closer to me, grabbing my hands. The guys must know he’s not in the mood for jokes because with one look, they settle down. His hands are trembling within mine. I sweetly smile at him to reassure him. Without even reading, he speaks softly to me.
“Don’t laugh at me with this. You know I don’t do romance as well as those guys in the books you read. The one thing I do know how to do is to be the man you need. Dani, I knew from the first time you walked into my clubhouse that you were going to be trouble. You had this hellcat look in your eyes that drew me to you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and with a single glance in my direction, I was yours before I ever got the chance to speak to you. Your life hasn’t been cloud nine and neither has mine. We both have our demons that we’ll battle every fucking day of our lives, but with you by my side and in my bed, we’ll never lose. I know love isn’t meant to be easy. You broke down the walls and forced yourself into my life and heart like the daring and devilish woman I know you are. I can’t promise you hearts and rainbows, but know this—you are my hero, angel face. You may have turned my life upside-down like a head on collision, but I never want to live without you or the chaos you bring ever again.”
Tears stream down my face from his words as he gently wipes them away. “I meant every word of that, angel face. Everything I have is yours for the rest of our lives.” Before Raze can even resume the ceremony, Tyler jerks me toward him. His mouth devours mine like no one else is around us. Catcalls echo off the buildings around us. He laughs at his brother’s cheers, making his mouth vibrate my own. Breaking away, he grabs the rings outstretched in Raze’s hand. He slides the ring on my finger and hands me his. As soon as the metal slides into place, Hero throws me over his shoulder, sending my dress nearly over my head. Marching down the makeshift aisle, he quickly pivots back to the audience, shifting me into his arms. “Sorry, guys, but I need to fuck my wife before this romantic bullshit makes my dick soft. We can eat cake and be fucking merry in an hour. Drinks on me!”
Tyler trots back into the clubhouse and takes the stairs two at a time. Kicking the door to his room open, he deposits me on the bed before returning to the door and locking it behind him. He strips off his cut and unbuttons his dress shirt, tossing it on the chair in the corner of his room. Without a word, he crawls over me on the bed. His face freezes above mine. “I can’t believe you’re mine, angel. I know you wanted the perfect wedding, but I just couldn’t wait anymore. We don’t need sappy bullshit to know we love each other. I need a taste of my forever pussy before I have to share you again.”
He trails kisses down my neck while I reach down and attempt to unzip his pants. Realizing what I am trying to do, he sits up and finishes the job for me. He inches the black dress pants down his muscular legs, discarding them into the pile with his shirt. “You’re overdressed. Let’s take care of that, shall we?” Tyler makes quick work of removing the poufy white wedding dress from obstructing his mission by ripping out every single button down the back of my dress and pulling it over my head. He grabs the white lacey panties, letting his hands skim across my flesh before ripping them from my body just as fiercely as my dress. His eyes catch the bustier Ricca basically sewed me into this morning.
“As perfect as your tits look in this, I need this gone.” He spends several minutes tugging at the strings, but it won’t budge. Rolling over onto my belly, I open the bedside table and remove a knife. Handing it to him, Tyler looks at me in shock.
“Cut the damn thing off of me. I’m not waiting an hour for you to unstring this fucking thing.”
“You’re such a demanding little thing.” Tyler salutes me with one hand and begins to cut through the multitude of ties quickly. Pulling it away from my body, he flips me on my back, crawling toward my upper body. His warm, rough hands palm my breasts and his mouth lays kisses down my chest onto my stomach. “Fuck, angel. I can’t believe this is all mine. Tell me it’s mine.”
Stopping just short of my pussy, he stares at me laid bare before him. “Yes, Tyler, I’m forever yours.”
“Fuck yes, you are.”
His mouth descends on my pussy, viciously licking and lightly biting my clit as moans ripple out of me. His tongue teases the sensitive flesh before he bites down harder. The shock waves of his teeth against my sensitive nub pulsate throughout my body. He continues to caress and suck on my clit before he plunges two fingers inside of me. Hooking them as he penetrates my soaking wet flesh, he presses hard against my G-Spot.
“Always so wet and eager for me. I knew my beautiful bride was dripping wet for me out in front of everyone.” His tongue and fingers gently tease me into oblivion. Every touch and caress from him is driving me insane to the point I can’t form proper words. Only jumbled moans and garbled pleasure-laced swears are all I can manage while he explores his claimed territory.
“Cum for me, baby, I know you’re close,” he pleads with me as his speed increases. Slipping a third finger into my wetness, he sends me over the edge. My body jerks and moans fly from my mouth as I pulsate against his fingers and mouth. His teeth enclose my clit one more time before he pulls away and licks my wetness from his lips. “Sweetest fucking thing I have ever tasted,” he says as he coats my lips with my own juices before bringing his mouth to mine. I push up against him and hook my fingers in the waist of his straining boxer briefs, shoving them down as he kisses me. He breaks away long enough to pull them from his legs, flinging them away. Taking me by the ankles, he pulls my body toward him, my wetness landing against his rock hard erection.
“I’m sorry we rushed out of the ceremony, baby, but monster cock couldn’t be contained much longer,” he growls at me as I wiggle against him.
“Take me, Tyler. Please fucking take me,” I plead as he rubs the head of his cock against my already aching clit. Sliding his hands underneath my ass, he lifts my ass into the air and plunges his cock into my wet folds. He hisses as he is full hilt inside of me. He withdraws slowly but pushes into me harder and deeper, his girth pushing tightly against my walls with each thrust. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I draw him closer and farther into me. A primal growl hiss
es from his lips as he pounds against my flesh when I run my fingers across his newly metaled nipple, caressing the smooth bar. I couldn’t believe he pierced his nipple while on his last run with the club, but oddly enough, I like it.
“Fuck, baby,” he seethes. “I love it when you play with my piercing. Maybe I should get my dick pierced next." The thought of barred metal rubbing against me sends a purely seductive smile to my face. “Don’t look at me like that. That sinister smile is enough to fucking unman me alone. This is just the warm-up, I have planned for an entire week of fucking on a remote beach in Tahiti.”
Pushing my parted hips against his V, his hands fall to my hips, pounding me against him harder until I come undone. The heart-stopping orgasm courses through my veins as pure unbridled bliss rocks my body. My pulsating pussy sends him over the edge just after me. He thrusts into me while riding out of the waves of his own orgasm, falling onto my body. He kisses me as his heart rate slows down. Our chests heave together as we try to catch our breath. He rolls onto his side, pulling me against him. Nuzzling his nose into my neck, we lay in each other’s arms in sated bliss. This man has given me everything I could have ever asked for in this world. He’ll never know just how much his love saved me from all the darkness in my world.
Rolling over to face him, I study his face. Happiness shines from his eyes like the brightest star in the sky. I snuggle in closer to him, wanting more of his body pressed to mine. “I love you, angel. You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth.” He smiles then kisses me on the forehead. “I never thought I could ever love someone as much as I love you in this very moment.”
I press a soft, chaste kiss onto his lips. “You’re wrong, you know. You don’t love me best.” His eyes narrow at my comment.
