by Nicole Snow
“Yeah...” She looked down and opened her lips, softly whispering. “You're right.”
“I've walked through Heaven and Hell, Hannah. Watched brothers crash and burn, then pick themselves up to take another swing at life. I had to crawl out of the shadow left by my old man's sins, and hell, I'm still doing it.” I waited for her eyes to meet mine again before I cupped her cheek, tilting her face to mine. “All those awful things made me wonder about a fuck of a lot. It's hard for a man to have much certainty when the ground keeps shifting under him. You, on the other hand...fuck, babe, you're my rock. Go ahead, tell me I'm crazy, or it's fuckin' soon to say it. Then ask me if I care. I'm telling you the God's truth, what I knew the first night we got together at your brother's wedding. I'm telling you I've had enough.”
“Enough? Of what?” She looked like she was in a trance, hanging on my every word.
I smiled. “Enough of pretending this ain't going nowhere. Like it's just a fling, one more fire in the night due to burn out when we've had our fill. Enough of acting like we can't have a future, or we're only in this together because we've got history, or I'm just playing hero just to keep you alive.”
“Dusty...this better not be a joke.” Her big blue eyes flashed hot, telling me she'd slap me across the face if I messed with her now.
Thankfully for her, I was in so deep, so real, second guessing didn't have any place, and never, ever would. “Why you gotta doubt everything, darlin'? Think everything's a fuckin' prank?”
Her face softened, cheeks blushing red. “Maybe because I know who I'm dealing with. You're a strong man, Dusty, and you have a good heart. But you're also the oldest bachelor in the entire MC. You're telling me – no lies – that you're honestly planning to settle down? With me?”
She practically squeaked the last word. As if her own disbelief and fear reached up, caught her around the throat, and refused to let go.
“I'm done telling you anything with words, darlin'. Brought something better to do the talking for me today.”
The sun came out behind the clouds just then, shining down on us. Like I needed another sign the time had come.
She watched me reach into my pocket, clench the little black box tight against my palm, and drop slowly to my knees. I grabbed her hands with mine, bringing them to my lips. I kissed each one before I said anything else, wondering why the fuck I had this bitter lump building in my throat when I'd reached the happiest moment of my life.
“Marry me, Hannah Davis.” My thumb popped the box open. I let that antique gold with the diamond in the middle shine on like a crazy star sent to earth. “Whatever else happens, I want you wearing my ring, calling me your man. I want you sharing my bed every damned night, on the back of my bike when I remind the Smokies who owns 'em. I want to see you smiling like that when you're carrying my kid. Want you to say 'I do,' darlin', and know it'll make me the happiest man in the world.”
I watched her stand there for several seconds, too shocked for words. Didn't think we were in trouble 'til her knees began to buckle, and she came crashing down into my arms.
Fuck! So much for that yes I'd staked everything on. Hannah couldn't tell me anything because she'd passed out cold.
The prospects came running when they heard me swearing up a storm. I motioned them to stay behind the screen door, leaving me to hold her, press her tight against me, measuring her breathing.
It was shock. Nothing life threatening. She'd simply overloaded, and I needed a little time to bring her back.
“Darlin'...wake up. Open those sweet eyes, and tell me you'll be mine.” I moved her face softly to mine, kissing her lips.
The old Dust would've rolled his eyes at this scene, like watching a twisted fuckin' fairy tale where the Prince wore leather and his damsel in distress wasn't even officially saved yet.
“Dusty?” Very slowly, Hannah's eyes fluttered open. It was my turn to hold my breath, anticipation strangling me by the throat.
Had she blinked out because she loved the idea of us getting hitched? Or did she want to head for the hills, screaming?
“Hannah, if you ain't feeling up to it, you don't have to answer me now. I think you oughta –“
“Kiss you?” she said, her energy returning, folding her hands tight around my neck. “I will, because that's the only thing I need right now. I want my fiance's lips on mine, and I don't want to wait.”
Couldn't remember the last time I wore such a shit-eating grin before I took a woman's mouth with mine. Our lips collided like runaway trains. Crashing, rolling, fire in every movement, fueled by the happiest words I'd ever heard leaving anybody's mouth.
When I looked up, we both noticed the noise. The prospects stood behind us, roaring while they slapped the glass and the walls, ready to bang my fist as soon as I came through the door.
“Do we really need an audience?” she asked, flashing me a wink.
“Nah. They're for part two of my master plan.”
“Part two?” I helped her up into my arms, making sure she was steady on her feet, before I said more. “When I asked you to marry me, darlin', I meant today. I've got the same man who married the rest of my brothers and their girls waiting out front. He's ready, if you are.”
“You're insane,” she said, laughter breaking through the huge smile on her face. “How did you know I wouldn't insist on having a huge ceremony with all our friends and family?”
“Because if you gave me a yes, it'd be because you want it as bad as I do, babe.” I pulled her to my chest, planting another kiss on her hot, wanting lips. “When I make decisions, I don't fuck around. We'll have the reception later, once we're out of this mess, and the brothers are ready to come pay their respects to my wife. Today, I need that ring on your finger to mean what it says in gold and jewels.”
I grabbed her hand, twined my fingers in hers, and squeezed. I studied her, hoping she wasn't about to collapse again.
No, those big blue eyes in her pretty face were steady. True. Still smiling, she shook her head, giving her body a sweet, sexy ripple. My cock stood on end, ready to consummate our vows upstairs, soon as they were done.
“You're lucky you're so right about me, Danny.” My real name slipped out, and it sounded damned good hanging on her lips. I led us inside, turning an ear to her as she whispered a little more. “Guess the fact that you know me so well means it's meant to be.”
“Yeah, darlin', we are. I'll kiss fate's ass all day if it means kissing you every night,” I thundered in her ear, moving a possessive arm around her waist while we headed for the huge library in her house, where I'd told preacher man to wait. Apache passed my orders to the prospects ahead of us, and they were waiting.
“Careful, Dusty. Poets aren't supposed to ride motorcycles,” she warned, her sassy little tongue protruding through her teeth. “You can kiss the devil himself if it'll keep us like this forever, just as long as you clean your mouth first before coming to me.”
We both laughed. I pulled her closer, stopping in the library once we'd arrived, while preacher man jerked up from a nap in the big office chair and walked to the desk, getting his shit together.
“Bullshit. You like it dirty, woman. And you ain't sharing me with anyone. I'm giving up all the pussy on the planet for you, darlin', and I'm dead serious about it.”
She turned, subtly moving her hip against my cock, just enough for me to notice without anybody else seeing. The prospects stood near the walls, whispering among themselves, shocked to hell that they were about to see the Prez tie the knot.
“Hmm, such a sacrifice.” She narrowed her eyes, sweet sarcasm dripping off her tongue. “Guess I'd better make sure I keep you happy and well fed. Because if you go rogue while I'm wearing this ring...”
She lifted one hand to her throat, flattened it, and made a swift cutting motion.
Smiling, I watched her eyes soften, the jealousy fading. The hunger in those beautiful blue gems of hers matched mine. I held a louder, lust charged growl in my throat, tighte
ning my grip on her hand, ready to lead us down to the preacher.
“Darlin', if I was that kind of fool, we wouldn't be doing this. I'll die before I hurt you. Now, come on. You can serve me another helping of that fine ass upstairs, as soon as we're done.”
“And do you, Daniel Grayson, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and to cherish, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Preacher man looked at me, his spectacles as honest and questioning as the eyes of God.
“No question,” I said, squeezing Hannah's fingers in mine. “I do. I will. I promise.”
The prospects stirred in the seats behind us, their excitement getting to them. I knew if I spun around, I'd see four crazy smiles, big as the Tennessee sunset. Only regret I had about this was doing it without my brothers there, too, or my Ma.
She'd forgive me when she found out I'd taken a bride. If she didn't, then she'd damned sure get over it when the first grandbaby came along.
Preacher man didn't stop for anything. I took my eyes off him and looked straight into my woman's soul while he turned his attention to her, several thousand books lined up around us on the high shelves mirrored in his glasses.
“And do you, Hannah Davis, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer –“
“I do!” she shouted, her hands trembling in mine when the words burst out. “You don't need to finish. I don't need riches or perfect health, to convince me to marry this man. I just need Dusty because he's right, and because he's mine.”
I quirked an eyebrow. She said that last word with such wild fuckin' vigor it nearly beat my own. I'd have to take her ten times harder tonight for that.
Preacher man paused and smiled. He looked up from his Bible, giving me the same look I'd seen him give my brothers when they'd gotten wed.
“Then by the power invested in me by the great state of Tennessee, and the trust given by the Deadly Pistols Motorcycle Club, I am honored to pronounce you husband and wife. Please, kiss the bride.”
Like we needed any encouragement. The prospects whooped and hollered while our mouths connected, explored, and claimed each other the same way I hoped they'd do for the rest of our lives.
Hannah always tasted good. Up here, at this makeshift altar, she tasted like heaven itself crawled out of her, onto her lips.
Didn't want to take my mouth off hers, but I had to, just to say one more thing gnawing me deep down. “I love you, darlin'. Love you like I've never loved anything, and always will 'til the day I die. Nothing will ever, ever, ever fuckin' change that. I'm saying it today, in front of everyone, because I want to remember it when the times get rough. I want this love banging in my chest twenty-four seven, louder than my own heart.”
“Dusty – I love you, too!” she purred, staring at me like she had a lot to say, too.
I never let her get that far.
Taking the ring, I shoved it on her finger, and smiled when I saw the perfect fit. Sometimes things are meant to be, and the world gives up a hundred signs confirming it.
This was one of those days. Perfectly imperfect.
Soon, my lips joined hers again, and this time they didn't stop. We were still kissing while I scooped her up in my arms, and headed for the stairs. We left behind preacher man and the prospects cheering us on. They were smart enough to have a few drinks and keep watch while we got some quality time.
Sweet, merciful fuck, we needed it, too. If anything interrupted us before late morning tomorrow, dragging me away from my wife's beautiful body, I'd morph into the meanest, craziest motherfucker anybody ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on.
“I meant what I said down there, Danny. I really do love you,” she whispered, the soft glow flickering around us.
We stood next to that big bed of hers, completely naked, my hand stroking between her legs. She'd soaked herself for me before I laid a single finger on her.
My cock pressed against her little belly, rabid to seal the deal we'd just done the only way a man and woman should. We'd have a proper honeymoon after we dealt with Dom and his assholes. 'Til then, we'd have the most electrifying sex anybody ever had.
“I know you mean it, darlin'. We've fought this thing between us longer than we should've. Never been so glad to lose a battle in my life.” I pulled her face to mine, taking another kiss, stroking my tongue on hers to taste Hannah's sweetness.
“Before today, I was afraid to let on how much I felt it,” she said, slowly closing her eyes, moving her cheek against my hand. “Didn't know how much I meant to you, how much you meant to me. It's so sudden, but it's right.”
“Fuck yeah, it is. We sorted out the right and wrong, as soon as I put that ring on your little finger.” I took her hand, turning it over in the light, giving me a perfect view of my family's ring against her skin.
My cock twitched, hornier than ever. I'd marked her once with my wedding ring. We were only getting started.
Next, she'd get it from my teeth, my cock going off inside her, and the needle when she took my name on her skin. We'd skipped the unwed old lady stage and jumped straight to outlaw's bride. Fuck if it wasn't right, every single part of it.
“I want you so bad, Dusty. You don't even know.” She stopped, moaned, and I moved my thumb against her clit.
“Think I've got some idea, darlin'. We've used our mouths to talk enough today. I'm more interested in using them for something else. Lay back, spread those legs, and let's speak another language.”
She smiled as I eased her back, tumbling onto the bed. I crashed down on top of her, fisting her hair, pulling her head up to give me access to her sweet, pale throat. I kissed her there. Hard.
Stamped my lips on Hannah's skin in a slow, steady worship line down her body. Every few seconds, I'd stop and linger longer on the spots that made her jerk, moan, beg. I sucked her tit, rolling the other nipple between my fingers, dreaming about the day they'd be swollen and full from knocking her up.
I'd never wanted kids before. It'd be awhile before we went there, but I couldn't fuckin' deny it, this raging urge to knock her up building in my balls. My sperm were wild, yearning to be in her, even though we had all the protection in the world.
Her sweet cunt coated my cock in its cream as I rubbed between her folds. Up and down, up and down. Soak every fuckin' inch, down to my balls, darlin'.
My swollen head pressed against her clit. She moaned louder, twisting her hips, still pleading with her movements when I dragged my dick away to continue the downward march of my lips.
There's a time for slow and sensual. Tonight wasn't fuckin' it.
Soon as I had my face between her thighs, I pushed it straight to her center. Bouncing, squealing, and gasping for air, I locked her legs around my shoulders, pushing them down tight. My tongue rode her pussy like mad.
Only eased off to make her work for it. When I pulled back too far, she whimpered, grinding her cunt into my face. I rewarded her, bringing her in closer, burying my lips, my tongue, my teeth in that pussy 'til it imploded on itself.
“Dusty!” She hissed it. My name struck my ears like music when she tensed up.
I licked her faster, harder, sucking her little clit between my teeth 'til she couldn't remember her own name, much less mine. I devoured my new wife like I hadn't before, and I loved it. Alive like my first time taking her while she twitched against me.
My tongue fucked her the whole way through, guiding the firestorm in her hips, owning her 'til she came for me.
With her legs still trembling, I came up for air, sucking the last of her cream off my lips. Let her rest for about a minute, holding my cock rigid against her entrance, leaning over her and stroking her hair.
“You're so gorgeous,” I said, planting another kiss on her lips. “I held out forty goddamned years for the perfect package, darlin', and you're it. The wait was worth it. Beauty ain't enough, even though you've got that in droves. I want
ed the brain and the heart, too. I'm one lucky SOB.”
“You're right about that,” she purred, smoothing her legs up and down mine. “Just for the record, I always wanted a man like you. The ones in suits who flinch when somebody gets in their face, they never had much appeal. Always had a crush on you, Dusty, even before I went off to college. You wouldn't look at me then because I was too young.”
“Yeah, you were, darlin'. Never thought much about patience being a virtue before, but it damned sure was this time,” I said, amazed how I'd watched her turn into a smart, sexy woman before my eyes. “We're gonna make this right, Hannah. Everything between you and me, Firefly, the club. It gets better from here, babe. Never been so sure about anything in my life.”
“Why wait? Make it better now, Dusty,” she said, brushing her lips over mine. “Fuck me.”
What little power I had left to resist went out the door. I rolled my hips back, letting my cock angle down to her entrance. Watched her suck her bottom lip when she knew what was coming, and let her little moan slip into my ears when I sank down into her.
“Fuck!” I cursed, awed how she felt just as good as the first time.
Taking her hands in mine, I pinned them above her head, more kisses smothering her lips while my dick fucked into her. I thrust every way I knew how, the start of owning her tonight from every beautiful fuckin' angle.
It wasn't just seeing that ring I put on her finger shake every time our hips crashed together. It was knowing I'd made her mine, inside and out, tonight and forever.
“Dusty, yes – oh, God!” she cried out again, just how I liked, when I fucked her over the edge a second time.
Her greedy pussy pulled at my cock, tried to bring me off, and I damned near lost it deep inside her. But I wasn't done yet.
