Chapter 30: STEEL

Chapter Thirty

STEEL

H er pussy tastes like sugar cookies and wet, warm flesh. Joslin has the most delicious folds, and I want to get my tongue deeper in them. Not to mention my dick. I am so damn hard that I nearly rip my jeans. I enjoyed Joslin’s sweet ass pussy so much that I won’t have time to break all my rules and thrust my dick between her legs.

I kiss the top of Joslin’s mound and stand up, taking a meaningful step back to stop myself from doing anything crazier. I look at Joslin’s naked body, excited to have her and finally mark her as mine, but patient enough to wait for our marriage to make love to her.

“I’ll go get you a thong,” I say to her, unable to pry my eyes away from her perky ass nipples. “You can try that dress on.”

“What about your outfit?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“You need a suit,” she says. “If you can ride that bike wearing a suit.”

“I can ride the bike in my birthday suit.”

Joslin wrinkles her nose. “Please don’t.”

She turns around and bends over slightly to get the dress. I nearly cum in my pants from the vision of her small, heart shaped ass exposing her pussy and the splattered juices all over her thighs. Just from the look of Joslin’s naked body, I can tell she has a tight ass pussy.

I doubt my dick will last more than two goddamn minutes in a pussy like that. The more I hold back… the stronger my lust. I turn quickly on my heel and open the changing room door before walking towards those thongs to stop myself from breaking my promises to her. It’s not the only promise I’m breaking with this marriage. A long time ago, I promised my father I would marry someone white.

But if Hunter can have a black woman for a wife, I don’t see why I can’t have a woman who is black with a scoop of something extra. Or however being Filipino works. The thong I choose for Joslin is a stretchy, cream colored lace that matches the dress. The most important part is my desire to see that lace between her ass cheeks.

Yum.

I grab a random black suit off the rack and approach Joslin’s dressing room to find her… naked.

“Where’s the dress.”

“It’s perfect,” she says. “And it’s bad luck for you to see it.”

I scowl and prepare to say something defiant, when Joslin distracts me by grabbing the thong and holding it up to herself.

“You have to buy this now because I’m putting it on.”

“I’ll buy you another one if you let me rip that one off…”

Joslin glares at me and then the bell sounds at the front door, indicating Catalina’s return. I shut the door to Joslin’s changing room and walk out to the emporium lobby before Catalina can get any closer and investigate what just happened in her changing room.

When she sees me, Catalina looks relieved.

“If you ran away, I would have tracked you down and kicked your ass.”

“Do you have good news?”

I’m assuming this excessive familiarity indicates Catalina’s success. I raise an eyebrow and Catalina hands me a business card.

“This is the place you need to go. The guy is Pastor Barry and I got you the complete package.”

It’s everything we need, ready way faster than I thought possible. I don’t feel cold feet. Some guys compare getting married to the feeling you get before prison and I think those guys are sick in the head. All I feel about marrying Joslin is pure excitement.

“Excellent.”

“You have about thirty minutes to get there since it was so last minute, but if you pay for the dress and I guess that suit… you can make it.”

So that’s it.

We’re getting married.

Joslin emerges from the changing room, grinning from ear to ear and holding the dress.

“This is the one, Catalina!”

“Oh thank goodness,” Catalina says. “Because if it wasn’t… you might have missed your appointment. Are you ready to go?”

Joslin nods, but I mumble that it’s probably better for me to change into the suit here and make sure it fits. I’m a little bigger than a normal man. Catalina reminds me that we don’t have much time, so I take quick strides to the changing room and try not to obsessively listen in on the conversation Joslin starts up with her.

This might be the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Getting married without telling my family. No regrets. I look in the mirror at my face, completely changed by prison and now… changed by Joslin. I feel like I have a constant half-smirk on my face when she’s nearby. Like she’s my peace. My joy.

The woman I always want to come home to. I quickly strip down and try the suit on, surprised to find that it fits perfectly. It’s normally not so simple for me to find clothes that fit. This feels like a sign.

I walk out into the emporium lobby, and the look on Joslin’s face makes me feel like a king. Finally. I’m getting married. I never thought this day would come… until I met her.

I wear my suit, keeping Joslin’s silk dress wrapped in a dress bag and tucked into my cut. In about fifteen minutes, we’re going to be at the address where Catalina found the priest that would marry us on such short notice. Joslin clings to me throughout the entire ride, her body’s presence comforting me, although her closeness just reminds me of how hard it was not to fuck her in the changing room.

I don’t like getting on my bike without her now. This is the last time I’ll have to worry about letting her out of my sight.

Hitched In The Heartland Chapel

Joslin spots the sign from the road and squeezes my torso forcefully. Just as excited as I am. I don’t feel nervous when I park the bike. The dress is still safely tucked into my cut, and Joslin takes her helmet off, letting her pretty hair loose. When I look at her, I expect a rush of nerves to overwhelm me.

What the fuck am I doing? Marrying some woman I barely know who killed her previous husband?

“What are you looking at?” Joslin says, grinning from ear to ear. “Hand me the dress.”

“You look happy for a woman about to marry an ex-con.”

“Are you getting cold feet?” Joslin asks, reaching for my cut herself when I take too long to give her the black bag holding the dress. We have ten minutes until our last minute appointment. Ten minutes until I get to call this woman mine until the end of time.

“Hell no,” I tell her. “No cold feet. You?”

“No,” she says. “It helps that this is only the second craziest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Come here.”

She holds the dress bag to her chest and edges closer to me so I can wrap her up in a much needed hug.

“This is the easy part, church girl. The part where I promise to love you forever. Now come on…”

I don’t know what I expect from the place, but Joslin seems excited, which makes me like it. Everything is pink and white everywhere. There’s a pretty archway of white flowers with a few seats in case the elopers brought guests. Which we didn’t. A host meets us at the front.

“Are you here for the Sinclair appointment?” he says, scanning a computer screen over silver glasses.

“Yes, sir. Me and Joslin…”

“Perfect. All your documents and payments are settled. Pastor Barry will be with you in ten minutes. Will that be enough time?”

Joslin nods enthusiastically, bringing an unconscious smile to the host’s face. Joslin has that effect on me too. She could make an angry grizzly bear smile, she’s that type of woman. I’m already in a suit. With my cut over it. I take the cut off and loosen the tie a bit. Joslin insisted I wear a tie. My neck wasn’t built for any constriction but… I want her to be happy with the pictures.

Pastor Barry leads us to the dressing rooms and even if I don’t have to change, I could use those ten minutes to tie up my loose ends… make sure everyone in my life knows that after tonight, this is it. I’m a married man. No longer on call to do the club’s dirty business. The best thing to do with this kind of news is to not make it sentimental.

I type out a thorough, explanatory text message and send it to everyone on my list of contacts.

Getting married. Heading out East with my wife. No phone calls.

It’s the perfect wedding announcement. My phone makes that little whoosh sound – they didn’t make all those sounds before I went behind bars and it took some getting used to – and then all hell breaks loose. Can nobody in my family fucking read? I said no phone calls.

I ignore Hunter’s phone calls first. Three in a row. Then my mom calls.

I don’t have much time but… I can’t ignore my mama’s calls. Not unless I want her to take aim at my fucking toes with a rifle again like she did last year. Never mind the fact that I was in federal prison and fighting for my goddamn life. Karen Sinclair’s sons know better than to ignore her.

“Hello, mama. I’m busy getting married.”

“RYDER SINCLAIR HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?”

I hold the phone away from my ears.

“What’s wrong? I don’t have too much time.”

“Where are you!? I’m in Flagstaff, Arizona. I’ll be there.”

“Mama, it’s in ten minutes.”

“I’M GOING TO WHOOP YOU SO HARD YOU LAY AN EGG, RYDER.”

I’m too scared to ask if she’s been drinking. Sure, I knew my marriage might surprise her but… she sounds angry.

“Mama, she’s a good girl. She goes to church.”

“You think my problem is whether she goes to church or not?”

She sounds like she’s going to kill me. Unlike most of the other times I’ve dropped my ass into hot water with my mother, I can’t blame this on my brother.

“Hunter knew about it,” I tell her. “He said it was a good idea not to tell you. Sorry, mama. I gotta go.”

I hang up and turn my phone off. That’s enough family time. I need to see Joslin. She’s standing at my dressing room door when I open it. Dressed in ivory. Looking like a goddamn dream.

“Who are you yelling at?” she says. “I thought you were in trouble.”

“So you came to defend me?”

She shrugs. Her shoulders are still thin and bony. She could use a little more meat on them, but I don’t mind her small frame or her relative disinterest in food. I just want her… exactly the way she is.

“You look so fucking beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she says. “My hair is–

“The sexiest head of curly hair I’ve ever seen.”

I grab her hand. “I was just on the phone with my family… Judging by their response… We should get married as fast as possible.”

“Why? Do they not approve of me or something?”

No, Joslin. I’m the goddamn problem. Always have been, probably always will be.

“No, baby. They approve of you just fine. They just want to come to the wedding and trust me… you don’t want to see more than two Sinclairs drunk in the same room.”

I swear as we round the corner, I hear her mutter, “...Or high on energy drinks for that matter..”

Joslin had a good time in that changing room, and she knows it. And we’ll have even more fun once we’re married…