by Alyssa Breck
“I love how you fill me so perfectly.”
He bucked into her again, and she winced.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He peppered kisses along her jaw.
“It’s okay. I like it. You make it hurt so good.”
They moved together like a well-oiled machine while he pistoned his cock into her, and she met his thrusts. Her pussy started to tighten on his cock, and he increased the pace. He pinned her hands beside her head and scraped his teeth over the side of her throat.
“Oh, my God.” Her pussy contracted, and her legs shook. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” she panted.
Hem grit his teeth. “Me too.” And he joined in the fall as they came together.
* * *
Hem tugged at the collar of the tux. Wedding chapels and churches weren’t really his scene. But he’d made a promise, and he’d keep it. He rolled his neck and took a deep breath. Nerves weren’t getting to him. It wasn’t his wedding. He just couldn’t wait to shed the penguin suit and put on his jeans and cut. That felt like home. His hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and he touched the white rosebud pinned to his lapel.
Callie swatted his hand away. “Stop touching the rose. You’re going to make it turn brown.”
Hem scowled. “It’s fine.”
Callie wore a fitted silver dress like the other bridesmaids that was essentially a tube. He didn’t know how else to describe it. It was strapless and hugged the body. It was hot on her. Everything looked good on her, though. Cascades of brunette curls hung down just past her shoulders. A tiny diamond pendant drew his eyes to her cleavage.
She raised one perfect eyebrow. “You’re fidgeting. It won’t kill you to not touch it for another hour.”
“It might,” he whined and gave her the side-eye.
Callie kissed his cheek. “You’ll never grow up, but you look amazing, babe.”
The scowl cracked. “So do you. You always look great.”
“I’m going to go check on Holly. It’s almost time.”
Hem watched her walk around the back pews and disappear around a corner. He rocked on his heels and locked eyes with Hunter, who had his eyes on the ground. Hem was pulling double duty. He’d be giving Holly away, and then he’d take his place as best man beside Hunter.
The chapel was nice with lots of flowers and candles and stained glass windows. Brenda had done a nice job planning the decorating. The pews were full with people from the club and from the newspaper where Holly worked. It was easy to spot the differences. The newspaper folks were all classy in their suits and ties and cocktail dresses, while the MC people were less fancy. Lots of cuts from different clubs. To Hem, they all looked like weeble-wobble figures from the back. He laughed softly to himself.
“Ready?” Callie asked.
He turned to see a sea of white lace and silk or whatever they made princess-type wedding dresses out of. A thin, white veil covered Holly’s face. A young woman in a silver gown was carrying the train that must have been ten feet long. She arranged it behind Holly.
Through the veil, tears sparkled in Holly’s eyes. Hem stepped up beside her and held out his arm. “No crying, darlin’. This is your big day. Your biggest byline ever,” he whispered.
She tilted her head to look up at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, let’s get you to the altar before you turn into a pumpkin or lose a shoe or whatever.”
She giggled. Callie had made her way up front to stand beside Brenda, who was Holly’s maid of honor. Hem’s brother was ogling Brenda from across the way where he stood next to Maddox.
Hunter had his hands laced in front of him as the creepy wedding march began. They’d practiced the walk. Hem had to slow his roll so that Holly’s short legs could keep up with him. He was specifically ordered not to drag her down the aisle. He stifled a laugh at the thought.
He looked up at Hunter again. The man looked like he was about to cry too. Everyone turned their heads to watch the bride glide toward her future. Hem wondered if anything would change after his two best friends took the plunge. Probably not.
They reached the two stairs that led up to the altar. He held steady so that Holly could step up and not fall over. Hem would be the villain forever if he messed this up. Hunter stepped forward.
“Who gives this woman?” the minister asked.
Holly smiled up at Hem.
“I do,” he said and offered her hand to Hunter.
Hunter took her hand and stood facing her.
Hem hightailed it into his position behind them and fingered the rings in his pocket, looping his finger into the bigger ring and pushing it off again. Holly’s ring was too small to even fit on his pinkie.
They’d written their own vows and the words floated past Hem as he looked over at Callie. Did he love her deep like that? He wasn’t quite sure yet. But he was happy to have her around.
Callie smiled and winked at him just as Hunter turned and put his hand out. Hem dropped the rings into his palm.
They slid the rings onto each other’s fingers, and then Hunter lifted Holly’s veil. The announcement came that they were Mr. and Mrs. Hunter McKay, and he kissed his bride.
They made their way out of the chapel, followed by the wedding party. Logistics had Hem paired with Holly’s mom and Kol paired with Callie. A black limo was parked outside, and they all climbed inside. It smelled like cherries and stale alcohol. The vehicle started to move, and Hunter popped open a bottle of champagne and starting pouring it into plastic flutes. Once everyone had a glass, they all raised them.
Hunter kissed Holly again. “To my beautiful bride.”
Kol whistled, and Hem hooted. And they drank the champagne on the way back to the clubhouse for the reception. Kol had been making eyes at Holly’s mom all day. Those two had an odd relationship. But it worked for them, so who was Hem to judge.
Callie snuck her hand into his and squeezed. “They look happy,” she whispered into his ear.
“Yeah. They do. And they deserve to be.”
“So do you, Hemene Silvereagle.”
He nodded. Maybe.
THE END
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Alyssa Breck is a USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning author of romantic suspense, horror, paranormal, and erotic fiction. She grew up reading Stephen King and V.C. Andrews and is a Sandra Brown fangirl. The Shining changed her life and sparked a love of all things scary, spooky, and spine-chilling. When she's not hunched over her MacBook, you can find Alyssa hanging with her three Great Danes and watching crime documentaries.
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When the Shadows Come
Luster
Branded by Sin
Broken by Fate
Seduced by Him
Kiss Me Deadly
Homicide
Malediction of the Heart
Unraveled
Mark of the Raven
Touched by a Demon
Love Voodoo
