I was currently standing in the large garden area we had at the back of the clubhouse, the guys had mowed it all down, set up a small archway that Ashlyn covered in flowers and set up a few chairs for family members to sit on. The bikers were all going to park their bikes front tyre to back tyre until a circle was formed. Apparently, Cammie called it the ‘Circle of Love’ and we would be standing inside that circle with Prez, who was performing the ceremony. There would be an entrance to the circle, where Cammie had a sign made up saying ‘Choose a seat not a side, we’re all family once the knot is tied’ and the bridesmaids would be brought in on bikes. We had a sound system in place for music and the bunnies would be serving drinks afterwards.
“Look at you, my handsome boy,” Mum said as she walked over and placed her hands on my face. “Mason, you could have worn a tux and shaved.” Mum shook her head in annoyance.
“Cammie wanted me to wear this and she doesn’t like me clean shaven.” I was wearing my smart dark blue jeans that apparently made my ass look great – her words, not mine. A black shirt with a couple of buttons opened and my cut. I had no idea what she would be wearing, she didn’t let on about anything. If she would be in a traditional wedding dress, white, cream, red, black who the fuck knows. But one thing for sure, I bet she would look stunning.
The sound of engines had me looking around, one after another in came all my brothers, prospects and brothers from other chapters and clubs. Heather was Cammie’s maid of honour, Ashlyn was a bridesmaid and Emily and Kelsey were flower girls.
Blade came in next on his Softail, slowly, with Tegan perched in front of him, he had one hand controlling the bike and one keeping her in place. She squealed with happiness, clapping her hands. Tat rode in behind him in the same position with Liam and he was chilled out and relaxed, a great addition to the club he will be when he is older. Just like I hoped my son would be.
The music started and Blade and Tat dropped Tegan and Liam off with my mum and went back towards the clubhouse. Blade came back with Heather perched on the bike sideways behind him, she was in a long, fitted ice blue dress, her hair was tied up with curls hanging down her face and bright red lips. Blade gave her a kiss as she hopped off and he drove back to the clubhouse, Tat headed over next with Ashlyn on the back of his bike, sitting the same way that Heather was and she wore exactly the same, her hair was done the same and she was also sporting the bright red lipstick. Next, Blade and Tat brought in Kelsey and Emily, they were sitting in front of them gripping hold of the handle bars and both of them were laughing. Once they were lifted off the bikes, they walked up the small aisle and sat in a seat. Blade and Tat circled around to fill the circle. It looked like everyone was here, if that was true, how was Cammie getting here? I looked around the formed circle again and no one was missing, my head shot up when I heard the roar of a bike and there she was my gorgeous Cammie riding in on a bike by herself, fuck me did she look hot doing that. I didn’t even know she could ride. Once she was at the start of the aisle, she climbed off, straightened out her dress, kicked off her bikers’ boots and proceeded to walk down the aisle to me in bare feet. The guys roared their bikes until she was standing in front of me and Prez made a cut off sign with his hands to quieten them down.
“Well, here we are…” Prez started. I looked into the bright blue eyes that was standing opposite me, she was breath taking in her pure white wedding dress, it was much shorter in the front coming above her knees and flowed out behind her until it hit the floor. The top part was fitted, no sleeves or straps and her breasts that seemed to be getting bigger every day were begging to be released; they teased me, showing off far too much cleavage. Her small baby bump was just noticeable through the dress.
“Mason…” Prez said my name and I looked at him, annoyed that he had interrupted my perusal of my future wife. “Your promises.”
“Cammie…”
“Oh.” She cut me off placing her hand on her tummy.
“What? What is it?” I asked panicked, looking at my mum for help when I noticed that Cammie had the biggest smile on her face.
“He kicked me.” She laughed. “Here.” She grabbed my hand and placed it on her tummy, I couldn’t feel anything. “Go ahead, leave your hand there.”
“Cammie… Oh, I felt it.” I smiled and she laughed. “As soon as I saw you, I knew you were the one for me. Your blonde hair and bright blue eyes drew me to you but when I spent time with you, I fell and I fell hard. I promise to love you and our children for ever, I promise to always make you smile, I promise to protect you and most importantly I promise to cherish you. I’m happy to be spending my life with you.” I reached over with my free hand and slipped the ring on her hand and wiped away her tears.
“Cammie, your promises,” Prez said.
“Mason, I love you more than words can express, you’re my whole entire life, and this one. I promise to love you and all of our children, I promise to take care of you, I promise to respect you and your brothers and most of all I promise to cherish you. I love you.” She pushed the ring on my finger and I couldn’t be happier.
“VP.” Prez nodded at me to add my final bit.
“I promise to treat you as good as my leather, and ride you as much as my Harley.” I winked at her and all the guys revved their engines. Cammie laughed, her head tipping back and Prez announced us husband and wife. I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me, placing my other hand on her face to tilt her head so I could take advantage of her lips. Heather and Ashlyn stayed with Cammie last night, claiming tradition that we couldn’t see each other before the wedding. I missed having her next to me and I missed kissing her goodnight and good morning. Cammie decided that she didn’t want her mum or dad at the wedding, she felt like as they had ignored her for a large part of her life that they didn’t get to participate in her happy day. She struggled with the decision on whether to invite just her mum as she was there for her when she needed her the most, when Noah was born, but shortly after things went back to normal and she felt like a ghost living in their house and that was why she left. So she made the decision to keep them out of it.
We stayed around in the clubhouse for a little while, eating, drinking and dancing and every time I looked at Cammie she had this most amazing smile on her face, which caused my heart rate to pick up.
“You’re pussy-whipped, man.” Toes laughed as he stood beside me, sipping on his drink.
“When it’s fine pussy like that I am no way going to complain.” I chuckled. Cammie’s head shot up from her drink and her eyes darted around the room looking for me, once her gaze settled on mine she placed her hand on her tummy and smiled. I think that was her way of telling me that our son was moving.
“Now, I’m going to steal her away for a couple of days. See you later, brother.” I slapped him on the back and made a bee line for Cammie. She was sitting on the stool at the bar talking to Ashlyn and Heather. I walked up behind her and placed my hands on her hips, squeezing gently. “Wanna get out of here?” I whispered in her ear and her skin pebbled under my lips. She turned her head and smiled at me, nodding gently. I claimed her lips in a quick kiss and helped her off of her stool. Before we left, I turned towards the crowd of people that had made our day a special one.
“Listen up!” I shouted, waiting for everyone to give us their full attention. “I’m going to whisk my bride away but we just wanted to thank each and every one of you. Without you, this day wouldn’t have been what it was. Stay, eat, drink and have fun. See you in a few days.”
“Let’s have a toast, once more to VP and Cammie!” Solar called out raising his glass in the air, everyone followed suit and it made my chest swell with pride that I could call all these people our family.
Mason
I HAD WHISKED Cammie away for a three day break to St. Ives. It was peaceful and romantic, our view the whole time was the sea and she loved it. We spent hours making love, walking along the beach and eating out at restaurants, I was gutted when we had
to come home early. Prez had called and told me we had a lead on finding Switch and I wanted to be very involved in that man hunt. Cammie didn’t mind and she said she was keen to get home too as she missed her babies – the dogs.
We arrived back home about seven in the evening and I dropped Cammie off at home and headed straight for the clubhouse.
“It was a dead end, man,” Toes told me as I took my seat to the left of Prez.
“You already went?” I asked, looking at him and then around to Prez.
“Yeah, we didn’t want the trail to run cold but he always seems to be one step ahead of us. We can’t seem to pin him down. Fucker,” Prez explained, banging his fist down onto the table in frustration.
“What’s the plan now?” Tat asked.
Everyone carried on talking and my mind drifted to Cammie and our wedding night.
“Mason, are we staying here?” Cammie asked in awe, staring up at the lavish hotel.
“Only the best for my wife.” I leant towards her and kissed her on the side of her neck as she gazed at the tall, white hotel that sat in front of us. It had a large front door, a couple of benches outside that looked out to the sea. A large garden sat at the side of the building, the grass was bright green and colourful flowers were dotted around.
“Say that again.” She smiled.
“Wife,” I whispered as I trailed my lips ever so gently across her skin at her neck.
“Mmmm, Mason?” I pulled back and looked at her. “Get me upstairs, now.” The desire in her eyes was clear and I promised to always give my wife what she needed. I climbed out of the car and jogged around to her side of the car to help her out. We held hands as I pulled our one suitcase out of the boot and we walked up the few steps and pushed the front door open.
“Wow,” Cammie gasped, we were met with a large marbled floor entrance with a sleek black desk to the right hand side and chrome lifts to the left. I tugged on Cammie’s hand and led her to the reception desk.
“Hi, can I help you?” The young blonde woman smiled at me, showing off all of her white teeth.
“Yeah, we have a reservation for Mr and Mrs Cole.” She smiled and tapped away on her computer, I didn’t miss the way she was looking at me, undressing me with her eyes, I was sure it was the leather jacket that attracted so many people to me.
“Oh, yes, here it is. The honeymoon suite.” She sounded disappointed. What did she think? She would smile her pearly whites at me and I was going to leave my wife standing there, in her wedding dress while I bent her over the desk and fucked her.
“The honeymoon suite?” Cammie gasped.
“Yes, sweetheart.” I pulled her to my side as close as possible and kissed her lips. “After all, it is our honeymoon.” I turned back to the receptionist. “We’d also like to not be disturbed.”
“Of course, Mr. Cole.” She placed our key card on the desk in front of me. “It’s on the top floor, take the left hand lift, scan this card and it will open up into your room.”
“Thank you.”
“Enjoy your stay!” she called out after we started walking away.
Once we arrived to our room, Cammie headed straight for the bedroom and called out my name. I pulled the suitcase along behind me, the bedroom was huge. It had patio doors that led out onto a balcony, matching white wardrobe and drawers and a massive bed that was covered in a white and red duvet set with rose petals covering it.
“Can you please unzip me?” Cammie asked as she pulled the pins out of her hair and it tumbled and bounced around her shoulders. I shrugged out of my cut and hung it over the red velvet chair that was in the corner of the room. I kicked my boots off one at a time as I walked towards her. The skin at the top of her back was too tempting not to kiss, she had caught a slight tan after working at the beach for the last six weeks, I had begged her to stop now that she was pregnant but, as stubborn as my woman was, I knew what the answer would be and she surprised me by saying that when she got to thirty weeks she would stop, that gave her one more month to work.
I slowly unzipped her dress, kissing down her back as I went, I was expecting to see some sexy underwear and was pleasantly surprised to see that all she had worn on our wedding day was a wedding dress.
“Fuck, Cam,” I cursed as the zip stopped just above the curve of her ass. “Turn around.” She slowly turned to face me, her hands were holding up the front of her dress so that it wouldn’t fall down and I pulled up the bottom of her dress to see that she was in fact bare for me. I leant in and kissed the smooth skin of her pubic bone, holding onto her hips to keep her steady.
“Mason,” she sighed as she parted her legs. I could see she was glistening and my resolve faded fast and my tongue was on her, pushing her lips apart so I could find her clit. I licked, sucked and nibbled all of her. When I felt her legs beginning to tremble I stopped and she complained.
“Lie on the bed.” She went to pull her dress off and I stopped her. “Leave the dress on.” She got comfy on the bed. Her legs dangled over the side and I knelt in front of her, spreading her legs wide. I smoothed my rough hands up the inside of her legs and watched as she became wetter. “You feeling ok?”
“No,” she moaned, shaking her head.
“What’s wrong?” I smiled, knowing full well the anticipation of me touching her was getting to her.
“Mason, please. Please stop teasing me,” she begged, trying to hook her leg over my shoulder to pull me close to her. Her hips started gyrating in the air, she needed friction and I grabbed hold of her wrist as her fingers came to her clit.
“No touching,” I scolded her.
“Then you do it, please.” Her ass was wiggling on the bed and that made me smile, I loved knowing that just looking at her made her horny. I dipped my head and stroked my tongue over her opening, her legs quivered and with that one taste I was addicted, I threw her legs over my shoulder and she crossed her ankles behind my head. As I licked and sucked her, she used her legs to pull me closer and closer, rubbing her hot pussy all over my face.
“Mason… I…” she panted, I thrust two fingers into her and rubbed at her front wall, within seconds she was crying out my name and coming all over me. I used my free hand to unbuckle my jeans and push them down my hips. I was hard as fuck and needed to feel her, I loved the feeling of her pulsing around me, squeezing the head of my dick.
I pushed her legs apart once more, I looked up to see her arm thrown over her eyes and her chest moved rapidly. I stepped out of my jeans and removed my socks, kicking it all to the side of the bed. I yanked my shirt off over my head, I couldn’t be bothered with undoing buttons. I pulled at her dress and it slipped off her body, revealing all her silky skin to me. I kissed down her neck, over her large breasts, suckling on her nipples which had her back arching off the bed and she removed her arm from her eyes so she could watch me. I ran my hands over her baby bump that was growing every day. I got back onto my knees and pushed myself into her, inch by inch. She was warm, wet and still pulsing. I reached up for her hands and once she squeezed my hands I had her sitting up and I pulled her down onto my lap as I sat back on my heels. Our bodies were now touching, hot skin against hot skin. Her nipples were pebbled and the feel of them moving over my naked chest caused tingles in my spine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and her arms circled my shoulders. She kissed me as she rocked her body back and forth on my erection. Our tongues collided, our teeth clashed and I gripped hold of her hips, encouraging her to change her movements; I needed her to move up and down. Her movements were slow and I could feel every part of her, I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and she moaned. Her rhythm got faster and she cried out every time my barbell piercing hit her clit. Our mouths were still touching, not kissing but gasping as the start of our orgasms started hitting us. I helped her move faster and faster, and once her legs started shaking, I pushed her so that the top of her back was leaning against the side of the bed for support and holding her slightly above me I started thrusting up into her, watching her br
easts bounce. I felt her pussy tightening and she grabbed hold of her breasts and started tweaking her nipples.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I panted. My rhythm didn’t stop and I chased her orgasm with my own. I released her hips and she pressed her body back against mine, rocking her body gently over mine pulling every last bit of my release from me.
“I love you,” she whispered into my ear.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
I hid my now fully hard cock under the table and tried to concentrate on what was being said.
“I’ve contacted everyone I know, no one has heard anything from him,” Toes explained. “Everyone seems to think the Satan MC no longer exist.”
“Maybe it’s time to contact charters from overseas. We will not rest until he is caught.” Prez slammed down his gavel and I was glad to be getting out of there. I needed to be home and with my wife. I quickly scrambled out of the room and headed straight for my bike, threw my leg over the seat and pushed my helmet on my head. Drake opened the gate enough so I could get through and I was eager to re-create our wedding night with Cammie.
I parked my Harley next to Cammie’s car and looked up to the house to see that all the lights were off except for our bedroom one. She must have decided on an early night. I grabbed my keys and quickly unlocked the front door, stepping in and locking it behind me. I toed off my boots, leaving them at the bottom of the stairs. I didn’t call out to her, I wouldn’t wake her if she was already asleep. The bedroom door was ajar and pushed it open and stepped in, the sight before me had my blood turning cold. Cammie was sitting up in bed with a tight tank top on, that covered her bump, her hands were resting on it and tears were streaming down her face.
“Cam?” I said almost hesitantly. Her head shot up to look at me and she shook her head as her lip trembled. I rushed towards her and sat on the bed beside her. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
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