by Sophia Gray
I stare wide-eyed at her as she seems to panic, but then realize why. “No. Danielle, it’s okay. Really, it’s okay. My dad... and this is going to sound horrible… kind of asked for it. He pushed too hard and the wall came down on top of him instead of on top of Andre. More than that, hekidnapped me and tried to force me to move when I didn’t want to. He locked me in my room, and, what’s even worse, my mother went along with all of it. I was literally their prisoner, and I even tried to run, but they put the child locks on the doors so I couldn’t get out. I had no one to call because if I had, I would have sold out Andre and his guys. My dad was a damn cop.” I throw my hands up into the air. “So yeah… maybe I’m being cold, but… he asked for it.”
She stares back at me. “Holy shit. That does sound horrible. But not because of what you said about your dad. Because of what he did to you. That’s just…” She shakes her head. “Was he reported after that? Did anything come of that incident?”
“Yeah. My dad and his partner, Crow, were investigated and it was found that he’d arrested Andre without proper grounds. He’d also drawn his gun on an unarmed man. They’re still trying to figure out who shot my dad, but I doubt they’ll ever figure it out. I only told you because I trust you. But there were a lot of other things I couldn’t tell you because…” I shrug and glance away.
“Hey... Kristel…” She placed a hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, I get it. Alot happened. Even the things I’ve heard make me crazy, and I know you haven’t even told me all of it. And you don’t have to, especially not today. It’s your wedding day!” She kisses my cheek and wraps her arms around my waist. Her chin rests on my shoulder as she looks at me. “So let’s finish getting you ready so you can go get married.”
“Right. Married.” I slide hands back through my hair and hug Danielle close. “Hailey has pretty much everything ready on my end. I just have to wait for my cue.”
“That’s me, sweetie.”
“That’s… what? I’m sorry, what? You’re… we’re going…. I’m…”
“Come on, you’re up! You’ll be amazing.” She takes my hand and tugs me toward the door that leads into the main part of the bar.
I suddenly feel like I’m floating, and a wave of dizziness comes over me. I remind myself to breathe as I follow her. A live band over by the bar plays soft rock music, and my stomach feels like it’s full of butterflies. My whole body sings with excitement and nerves. I feel like I’m going to throw up and jump for joy at the same time.
My eyes turn toward the makeshift aisle that leads to an altar next to the bar. There, dressed in a biker jacket and a pair of the best jeans he could probably find, was Andre. Next to him was Grant, and he was dressed in an actual tuxedo, completely with bowtie and polished shoes. That wave of vertigo sweeps across me again, but I can’t keep the smile from my face. I’m actually getting married. This is happening.
“Breathe, Kristel,” whispers Danielle. “You need to breathe.”
“Breathing,” I whisper back as my steps take me closer and closer to my husband-to-be.
My mother isn’t there, and neither are any of my other family members. Andre has no blood family present, either, and only the Black Knights crew sit in the chairs. They stand up as I walk between them, and I can’t remember ever feeling as important as I do in this moment. I draw in long, even breaths and remember to put one foot in front of the other. I’m used to wearing heels, but I hate the idea of slipping or tripping on my wedding day. How embarrassing would that be?
Andre has the biggest smile on his face that I’ve ever seen, and it only makes me more nervous. I watch his eyes as they travel up and down my body, and it makes my face feel flushed. The dress is one that Grant, of all people, helped me pick out. That man is resilient and handy when he needs to be, even where women are concerned. The dress is elegant and not too revealing, and it sweeps across my chest in a gentle V. Its straps are subtle, but not invisible, and the curves of the fabric clutch my hips, my breasts, and my slightly swollen belly in a way that accentuates my body’s merits and not its flaws. That’s how he described it to me anyway. It feels comfortable instead of clingy like some of the dresses I had tried on months prior. The veil is more of a faceted tiara on my head with a few beautiful waves of pale, see-through silk draping over my face.
Each step I take brings me closer to the love of my life, who just happens to be a big, burly biker with a heart of gold. My own heart beats quickly in my chest, and I’m almost afraid it’s going to leap right out of it. As I come to a halt next to him, my knees feel weak and I can barely draw in a breath. He looks so handsome with his hair slicked back and his jaw mostly clean shaven. The smell of his leather biker jacket and his pressed jeans makes me want to swoon, and I reach out to take one of his hands.
“I didn’t know you knew what an iron was.” I giggle softly and look down at his pants.
“Shut up.” He wrinkles his nose at me in a playful snarl.
“We are gathered here today…” Grant’s voice startles us both, and we turn to him.
“You? You are going to marry us?” I can’t believe it!
“To bring Andre Zelnick and Kristel Bryce together in holy matrimony.” As he continues to speak, I stare at him in shock. My brain can’t function through the fact that Grant, of all people, is marrying Andre and me. I can hear the sound of my heart as it pounds in my ears, and the corners of my eyes are crinkled with the huge smile that won’t leave my face. I remember Danielle’s words and breathe deeply and slowly, and my fingers tighten around Andre’s hand.
“Do either of you have vows?” Grant, as he pauses, looks between us.
I nod and bite down on my lower lip. As I step closer to my husband-to-be, I take his hand. “Andre Zelnick. When I first saw you, you were just a bad boy in a biker jacket. You were sexy and attractive, and you had this way about you that just sucked me right in. I had no idea we would ever make it this far, but I am glad we did. No matter what happens, from here on out, I will be here for you. No matter what crazy shit you pull, I will stand next to you and fight by your side, from now until death.”
As I speak, I take the ring and slide it onto his wedding finger. I can’t help the slight shake in my hands or the little hitches in my breath.
“Kristel Bryce…” Andreswallows visibly and grips both of my hands firmly. “I’m not great with words. I never have been. But I want to say that you have proven me wrong in almost every way. You didn’t seem that tough when I first saw you, but things changed in a hurry. You are the most spontaneous person I know, and it’s that impulsive nature that sucked me right in. There’s no getting rid of me now, and I will fight for you and fightwith you until death parts us.”
He looks nervous as he takes my ring finger and slides on the ring. It fits perfectly.
“Andre Zelnick, do you take Kristel Bryce to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Andre nods as he stares into my eyes. “I do.”
“And Kristel Bryce, do you take Andre Zelnick as your lawfully wedded husband?”
I stare back into his eyes. “Yes. I do. Absolutely yes.”
“Then without further fucking ado, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss…"
I don’t let Grant finish speaking before I pull off my wedding veil and grip Andre’s neck. My mouth melts into his, and so does my body. I laugh as he kisses me back and wraps his arms around me. He lifts me up and spins me around, and I cling to him with my arms. My face buries itself into his neck, and I let out a laugh. Applause erupts all around us, along with cheers and whoops and whistles.
“Take me up to the room,” I whisper. “The one above the club. I don’t want to go home.”
“They’ll hear us. Or at least they’ll hear you.” His mouth crooks into an amused smile.
“I don’t care. Now come on before I make you.”
His nostrils flare as he lets out a loud snort, but when I tug his hand toward the stairs, he follows me. I want this to be a night w
e will both remember.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Andre
The room upstairs has excellent sound proofing, so the sounds of everyone down below seems very far away. I think about the first dance and the wedding cake that still needs to be cut, but Kristel has decided to be Kristel. I have never been one for tradition anyway, at least not outside the Black Knights family.
As her hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders, she presses her mouth to mine. Her body squeezes into my hips and my chest, and I moan into her lips. Our tongues clash, and my hands slide up her back. I feel the little clasp at the end of her zipper and play with it, but I don’t draw it down yet. As she kicks her shoes off, she’s suddenly several inches shorter than she was only moments ago. My head lowers so that I can continue to kiss her, and I sigh with lust as one of her thighs slides up to my hip.
Her hands travel to my belt and try to pull it away, but I stop her and move her hand down to the tent in my pants. She grips me and massages me, and I bite down on her bottom lip with a quiet gasp. I lift her up and carry her over to the queen-sized bed in the corner, and as soon as I put her down, she goes for my belt again. This time I let her pull it off, and I help by undoing the buttons and sliding the zipper down. Her fingers grip the hem of my jeans and pull them down. She giggles softly when she notices I’m not wearing any underwear, and the pads of her fingers glide pleasantly across my hip bones.
“I’m not wearing any, either,” she breathes against my ear. “Or a bra.”
My eyes widen, and now I am more motivated to grip the zipper at the back of her dress and draw it down to the small of her back. I feel across her shoulder blades and noticed that she’s telling the truth. There is no bra. My hands move down to her hips and grip her rear. She’s not wearing any underwear, just like she told me.
A chuckle rolls from my throat, and I sit down on the edge of the bed so I can slide her onto my lap. She straddles my hips and kisses me hungrily. She grips me with her thighs and pushes down so that the tops of her breasts jut into my face. With a growl that’s just as hungry as her kiss, I lift her in my arms and wrap my mouth around one of her nipples, sucking and nipping with my teeth. She gasps and grinds hard into my hips. The rough fabric of my jeans teases my cock, and when she squeezes my jeans around me and rubs me, I feel a rush of white hot heat.
“Fuck… Kristel…”
Our tongues tangle together, but there is something more sensual about the way that she kisses me that’s different from the other times. Even the way she rubs my member against my pants is softer, but it still sets every nerve ending I have on fire.
Her shoulders shift back, and her dress falls down from her shoulders to her hips to reveal her entire torso. My arms wind around her back and hold her as I roll her onto her back. Her thighs slide up against my hips as my hands push her dress down over her hips, and I feel her body wiggle to get the dress down her legs. She kicks it off, and suddenly she is gloriously naked beneath me.
“God, you’re beautiful, Kristel.” My mouth captures hers, and I sit up so I can pull my jacket off and toss it off to one side. My shirt comes off next, and her hands slide across my abdomen. She feels over the ridges of muscle there before she looks up at me, her cheeks flushed. Her hands grip my hips to pull them closer, and I slide my arms under her neck and kiss along her collarbone. My mouth trails up to her ear, where I lap and lick and nibble. My teeth bite into the shell, and she offers me a long, lewd moan. Her back arches, and her body surges into mine. I sit up again to push down my pants, but I suddenly get a better idea and slide away from her. As she gives me an expression of confusion, I stand next to the bed and gesture her to come closer. Even though the room is well insulated, I can still hear the music down below.
“What are you doing?” Her brow furrows as she gets up and walks over to me. “Something bad I hope?”
“Nope.” I pull her close to me and sway my hips back and forth nice and slow. “We’re going to dance.”
“You don’t like dancing.” She hugs my torso before wrapping her arms around my neck. She kisses my cheek down to my neck and nuzzles under my jaw. Her hot breath wafts across my skin and makes me shudder. I loosely drape a hand over her rear while my other closes around her back. We sway across the floor slowly while she pushes a hand down my pants and strokes my cock just as slowly.
“I do now.” I kiss the top of her head and groan with nearly every breath. “Especially if this is how you dance every time.”
Her hand feels so warm, and it makes pools of heat rush down my belly and into my core. Clear fluid trickles from it, warm and slick. She pushes my pants down, and I step out of them, kicking them aside so they’re out of the way. Her hand strokes me faster and faster, and soon all I can do is hold onto her and gasp against her ear.
“Make love to me, Andre.”
Kristel’s request makes the breath catch in my throat, and I stare at her with narrowed eyes. In all our time together, she has never said those words. I lean back and watch her eyes, and a smile slowly curves across my lips. “Are you actually being sappy?”
“Shut up. You’re ruining the mood.” She licked along my jaw to my ear before she slowly drew away and backed up to the bed. Tilting her head back, her blonde hair sweeping across the pillows, she lays her body down and stretches her arms above her head. “It’s not the bathroom, but it’s the same club. That’s why I wanted to stay here. I want you to make love to me here because it’s like… full circle.”
I snort softly under my breath and stalk slowly to the bed. Her thighs open for me, and I crawl between them. My mouth drags along her hip and then up to the edge of a breast. I nuzzle it before I kiss across to a rib. With a sigh, I lick between each one, and she shivers with the touches. Her hips shift up against me, and she purrs my name. Her hands grip my hair, her breaths shallow and sultry. She moans my name and slides a leg over my back to hold me close, and her hands tighten in my hair. I feel the sting from her pull, but it turns me on rather than off. As her hands slide down my neck, they dig into the skin and pull.
A hiss draws between my teeth, and I bite down on one of her ribs so I can tease her skin with the end of my tongue. “Kristel…” My eyes closed, I crawl higher up her body, the feel of it exciting me in every way. I kiss her deeply, and when she returns it, it’s with a strange softness. Her thighs slide against my own, then move up around my hips. When I sink into her, I gasp, but try to be mindful of my strength. Kristel seems to want gentle, so I am happy to give that to her.
In truth, I don’t really know how to make love to anyone, let alone my new wife. It’s always just been sex, though with Kristel there is meaning there. Emotions I’ve always been afraid to face. She’s relaxed in my hands, pliable and warm and firm in all the right places. Her nipples scrape against mine as I rock my hips against her, and she gasps my name with each breath that she takes. My pace picks up speed, but just a little bit, and I sink deeper with each rock. Soft and slow, I delve my tongue between her lips. My cock throbs within her sex, and her walls clench around me. I feel as though I’m in an oven of love, and I let out a low laugh at my own thoughts.
“What, Andre? Why are you laughing?”
I pause my thrusts and press my forehead to hers. “Because you’re mine, and I’m yours. And I never once believed this would happen. We got married today.” I flash my teeth in a smile and kiss her softly.
“Yeah. We did.” With a gentle laugh of her own, she grips my hips and rolls her body up against mine.
Her ankles hook around the small of my back as I roll her back against the wall. We’re both on our sides, and I pin her between my body and the wall. My thrusts are still very slow and as deep as I can manage. She kisses me so softly, yet with such passion that I feel dizzy and fuzzy. A warm buzz overcomes me, overtaking my entire body. Each time I rock into her, it brings me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
“Please, Andre… I need you. I need to feel you explode inside me.” Her voice
is hoarse and sexy against my lips before she slides her tongue into my mouth again. I move with more speed, and I feel the control slipping away from me. It gradually ebbs away until the only thing left is Kristel next to me and the bed we’re on. I breathe through my nostrils and feel myself entwined in the atmosphere of sex and heat all around me, just like Kristel’s limbs. The wall behind her begins to tremble and shake as I lose control, and a small picture on the wall rattles before it falls to the floor. Kristel gasps and pants into my mouth, her moans lost in our kiss.
“I love you. I love you, Andre. Fuck, I love you so much.”
“I love you, Kristel.” The words barely make it from me, my skin hot and tight with sweat. My hips begin to pound her, though the rhythm is still slow and deep. My cock pulsates and throbs, and her walls suck at me, trying to milk the seed out of me. Fog seeps into my mind, pulling me farther and farther from reality. I sink my face into her hair and draw in a heavy breath. Her mouth slides across my neck, and her hands cling to my neck and shoulders so hard I know I’ll have bruises when this is all over. My own hands are draped around her hips, and one of them clutches and squeezes her ass while another holds onto her hip. I can make out the faint, low sounds of her whimpering and gasping, heightening in pitch until there is no doubt she is about to climax. I thrust with longer, slower strokes so that she can feel every inch of me, and within minutes she screams out my name, orgasm rushing through her body.
